After being thoroughly violated, he ran away with the enemy emperor's child.

"I will carry you away."

"No, put me down."

Chu Junci struggled, trying to jump off his arms, but Mo Yan wouldn't listen and held him even tighter.

He carried him and walked in one direction. "The palace gardener cultivated a green plum tree last year, and it's blooming today. Would you like to go see it, Aci?"

"Green plum blossoms?"

Chu Junci became interested. "Where is it?"

"I knew you'd be interested."

Mo Yan continued walking forward, holding him with one arm, and suddenly let go with the other. Chu Junci exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly hugged his neck.

"Ink, Yan!"

Mo Yan smiled and said, "Aci has practically thrown herself into my arms."

After that, he stopped bothering him and took him to the flower room.

This was the first time Chu Junci had seen green plum blossoms, but the tree trunk was still small, and only a few lonely plum blossoms were blooming on the branches.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness, these green plum blossoms have just started blooming today. They will look quite different in a few days."

The palace maid who cultivated the plum blossoms smiled obsequiously, "If Your Highness likes them, you may pluck a few branches to take back to the palace and arrange them in a vase; they would be excellent."

"No."

Chu Junci shook his head: "Let it stay where it belongs."

"Yes, yes, yes."

As the group was talking, a young eunuch stood at the entrance of the flower room, his profile bearing a striking resemblance to Chu Junci.

He glanced over discreetly, and when he saw how much His Majesty cared for Chenjun, a strange emotion welled up within him.

After they left, he asked another tall, thin eunuch, "Did you see the Emperor just now?"

"How could I dare to look?"

The tall, thin eunuch waved his hand: "You know His Majesty's temper, be careful..."

He made a throat-slitting gesture, saying, "In this palace, our lives are as cheap as pigs and dogs. The best way to survive is to speak less and look less."

The little eunuch didn't seem to care. He touched his face and said, "I'm good-looking, unlike you guys."

"..."

The tall, thin eunuch glanced at him, wondering where his confidence came from, and said bluntly, "You're only good-looking from the side..."

"She's still prettier than you."

He snorted a few times and turned to leave.

Walking in the snow, he tugged at the leaves by the roadside, wondering to himself: How can I possibly see His Majesty?

He was just a lowly eunuch. Without help, he wouldn't even be able to see Wu Xu, who was by the emperor's side, let alone the emperor himself.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Thinking of this, he stomped his foot angrily. Why was he the only one with such a miserable life?

Born into poverty, he was even the lowest-ranking eunuch, and he was unwilling to accept it...

"Would you like to see His Majesty?"

A guard suddenly approached him. He looked up and heard the guard say, "I'll help you."

*

After leaving the flower room, Chu Junci and Mo Yan returned to Qiyue Palace.

After swallowing a bowl of ginger soup, the chill in his body was completely dispelled. Chu Junci sat down at the table and suddenly saw two items.

A book and a bottle of ointment.

"Aci looked very surprised."

Mo Yan picked up the book and flipped through a few pages: "This is a new one I found, and it's more detailed than the previous one."

"As for the ointment, I have already instructed Imperial Physician Liu to make more with other fragrances."

"..."

"I let you go last time, but tonight..."

As he spoke, he leaned closer to him, gazing intently into his eyes and brows: "Tonight, Aci, try a few more and choose your favorite flavor."

Mo Yan looked at him with a lecherous gaze, his eyes full of meaning. Chu Junci could no longer bear it: "Can't you find something else to do?"

"cannot."

Mo Yan leaned down and kissed his lips: "I like Aci, I like being close to Aci."

Mo Yan is beyond saving. Chu Junci brushed his face away: "But your technique is no good, I don't like it."

"..."

Mo Yan's expression stiffened, and he subconsciously retorted, "I have improved now."

"oh."

Chu Junci looked completely incredulous. Mo Yan narrowed his eyes and thought to himself: Let's see how I deal with you tonight.

Lunchtime arrived, and Chu Junci came to the table, his eyes immediately drawn to the two familiar bowls of nourishing soup.

"...Why is it served again?"

"It's naturally to nourish your body."

Mo Yan ladled a bowl for him, "Aci, drink this."

"No."

Chu Junci kept his lips tightly closed; there was absolutely no way he would drink such a thing.

"obedient."

Chu Junci shook his head.

Seeing that Chu Junci was unwilling to drink, Mo Yan waved his hand: "All of you, leave."

Soon, only the two of them remained in the empty hall.

"I'll say it again, drink it."

"No." Chu Junci insisted. He stood up and decided he didn't even want to eat.

Mo Yan grabbed his wrist and pulled him onto his lap: "I'm doing this for your own good. Last time..."

He was blunt: "You were too fast last time. Have some soup to nourish your body; it'll be good for both of us."

"..."

Chu Junci was about to faint from anger; his face turned pale and then red. He bit his lip and said, "Isn't it all because of you!"

This was Chu Junci's first time encountering someone like Mo Yan, who only knew how to charge headlong into things. She was naturally overwhelmed. "Anyway, it's all your fault!"

"Yes, yes, it's my fault."

Mo Yan didn't argue, but scooped up a spoonful of soup and held it to Chu Junci's lips: "Good boy, open your mouth."

Chu Junci pursed his lips and turned his face away.

The next moment, Mo Yan put down his spoon, picked up the bowl and took a sip, then grabbed Chu Junci's chin and sealed his lips with his.

Chu Junci swallowed the soup amidst the intense movements, his eyes reddening, and he slapped Mo Yan again.

Mo Yan caught his hand in mid-air and kissed his palm: "I'll let you hit me as much as you want tonight."

"..."

Unable to argue with him, Chu Junci forcefully shook off his hand and left the table.

He tried to vomit the soup he had just swallowed, but no matter what he did, he couldn't. He could only curse under his breath, "Damn Mo Yan."

Time flew by, and evening soon arrived.

Mo Yan crossed his arms and stared at Chu Junci, as if waiting for something.

Under that gaze, Chu Junci silently pulled his robes tighter and moved a little further away from him.

Mo Yan didn't move, just sat in the chair watching him, his face full of determination.

Half an hour later, Chu Junci finally learned what Mo Yan was waiting for.

The heat and dryness spread throughout his body, making him somewhat restless. He licked his lips and drank a large glass of cold water.

But cold water was no longer enough to quench his thirst, especially with Mo Yan's unwavering gaze behind him, which made him feel uneasy.

"Aci".

Mo Yan came up to him: "Are you very hot? Let me help you."

"unnecessary."

Chu Junci refused his help: "You're overthinking it, I'm not hot."

"But your face is so red."

A slightly cool hand touched Chu Junci's cheek. "It's also very hot."

"Are you sure you don't need my help?"

The area where Mo Yan had touched began to cool down. Chu Junci pushed his hand away and refused again, saying, "I don't need it."

"Aci is indeed indifferent."

Mo Yan seemed somewhat disappointed: "I thought I would see Aci take the initiative, but oh well, the result is the same, so it's fine too."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly picked him up and carried him to the bedside.

He gently placed the person on the couch and touched his cheek: "Aci, no one can save you this time."