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

Mo Yan's gaze seemed to want to devour him alive, so Chu Junci quietly moved over and covered himself with the blanket.

The blanket was pulled off by Mo Yan in the next instant. He leaned over and looked down at the person beneath him.

A faint lotus fragrance wafted into his nostrils. He lifted Chu Junci's long hair, "Aci, do you know that your tears, blood, and even your ** all have a lotus scent?"

Mo Yan had tasted all three of them, and just as he had initially imagined, the **related to A Ci** could cure the Gu poison in his body.

Even if it can't be completely removed, it can at least alleviate his pain when the poison takes effect.

In the past, he would have a poisoning attack once every six months, and each attack would last for more than half a month, during which he would be in a daze.

But ever since he met Mo Ci, he has always been able to regain his senses the next day.

Thinking of this, Mo Yan suddenly had a brilliant idea, staring into Chu Junci's eyes: "Could it be that Aci is the snow lotus transformed from the Snow Lotus on Falling Snow Cliff?"

"That's why I searched everywhere but couldn't find you, and then I saw you at the bottom of the cliff."

Seemingly finding the idea too far-fetched, he buried his face in Chu Junci's shoulder and chuckled softly, "I was overthinking it."

Feeling the trembling body beneath him, Mo Yan gently comforted him, "Don't be afraid."

**

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Yan's hoarse voice rang out in the hall: "Aci, call me husband."

"No……"

"Should we call out or not?"

No one knows what Mo Yan did, but in the end, Chu Junci uttered the word "husband" with a sob in his voice.

**

As the night stretched on, the palace servants of Qiyue Palace kept their distance, afraid of overhearing anything they shouldn't.

After a long while, the palace doors were opened, and Mo Yan walked out wearing a dark cloak.

He was holding someone in his arms, who was now leaning softly against him.

Chu Junci was already exhausted. He was wearing a red fox fur coat, his left cheek resting on Mo Yan's shoulder, and he was drowsy.

His consciousness was hazy; he felt himself being carried into warm water, but he was too tired and sleepy, and soon lost consciousness.

He regained consciousness the next day. Today was Mo Yan's day off. After seeing him wake up, he kissed his forehead, as if seeking praise: "Aci, how was I yesterday?"

Unlike the first time, Mo Yan made rapid progress this time, not only learning how to comfort him, but also how to help him wash up.

But Chu Junci could not possibly praise him, especially after being forced to call him "Master" yesterday.

He sneered, "So-so."

"..."

His smile froze on his face, and Mo Yan bit his cheek: "But I saw you enjoying yourself quite a bit yesterday."

You've misjudged.

He pushed Mo Yan away, turned over, and faced away from him.

Perhaps the movements were a bit too vigorous, because he suddenly felt dizzy and nauseous.

He tried his best to suppress the nausea and got out of bed to get a drink of water, but as soon as his feet touched the ground, his legs went weak and he almost fell.

Fortunately, Mo Yan caught him in time and brought him a glass of water.

"Drink slowly."

"Um."

After finishing a glass of water, he leaned against the headboard, lost in thought.

He had another dream last night, in which—

After the fall of the Yong Kingdom, Chu Ling was imprisoned by Mo Yan in the Qiyue Palace.

The state of Yong was renamed Yongcheng and became an integral part of the state of Zhao.

Inside Qiyue Palace, Chu Ling was dressed in a red gauze robe, her body covered with dense red and purple marks.

He seemed to have become a puppet, unable to cry or laugh. When his dignity was completely trampled on, and when the people he cared about died one by one, only his body remained in the world.

"Ah Ling".

Mo Yan appeared, dressed in a purple robe, and embraced Chu Ling from behind, leaving a kiss mark on his neck.

"I'm late today. Did A-Ling miss me?"

"..."

Chu Ling just stared blankly out the window, as if she hadn't heard his question.

Mo Yan didn't mind and pulled him to sit down in front of the bed: "I even think about you when I'm in court."

"I want to bring you to the court, but those ministers will only tell me to kill you. How can I bear to do that?"

He brushed his fingertips across the cheek of the person in his arms. "A-Ling is my greatest trophy."

Chu Ling's pupils flickered slightly, and her voice was hoarse and somewhat unpleasant: "Kill me."

He had contemplated suicide, but Mo Yan had all the sharp objects in the hall put away, and even the walls and pillars were wrapped in thick brocade blankets.

"I will not kill you."

Playing with Chu Ling's fingers, Mo Yan whispered, "Ah Ling, I truly love you."

"Unfortunately..."

They were already irreconcilable enemies when they first met.

He destroyed Chu Ling's kingdom and killed Chu Ling's younger brother. He couldn't think of any other way to possess him except by forcibly keeping him by his side.

"If I had met you sooner, perhaps everything would have been different."

"But there are no 'what ifs' in this world."

-

"Aci".

Chu Junci snapped out of his daze and looked at Mo Yan.

"Go to the Imperial Study and keep me company today."

Since they started arguing, Mo Yan could only review memorials and meet with ministers alone.

With no one they wanted to see by their side, even the ministers were being scolded more often.

At noon, the two arrived at the Imperial Study together. Mo Yan sat at the desk, and Chu Junci sat on his lap.

Holding a vermilion brush in one hand and with his other arm around Chu Junci's waist, Mo Yan looked calm, as if he didn't think he looked like a "tyrant".

Ignoring the person in his arms's plea to "put me down," he held her even tighter, saying, "Aci promised to stay with me."

"...I didn't say I'd accompany you like this."

"I don't care."

The tyrannical Emperor Mo Yan wrote the character "阅" (read), then looked up and kissed Chu Junci's lips, repeating this process until he had finished reviewing all five memorials.

Wu Xu appeared with his head bowed: "Your Majesty, the Left Chancellor requests an audience."

"Let him in."

"Yes."

Wu Xu left, and Chu Junci stood up, but was pressed down by Mo Yan.

"Mo Yan, someone's here."

"It's alright. You are my imperial consort. Anyone who dares to look at me will have their eyes gouged out."

"..."

Mo Yan was frank and open, but Chu Junci couldn't get past his own mental hurdle. He pushed Mo Yan away forcefully and stood behind him.

Outside the hall, Wu Xu reminded the Left Chancellor Feng Wenhan: "My lord, do not be surprised when you go in, and do not look too much."

He knew what Feng Wenhan was there for. Every time the Left Prime Minister came to see him, eight out of ten times it was to urge His Majesty to select a prince so that a son could be born.

This time is no exception.

Feng Wenhan was completely bewildered. After agreeing, he walked into the hall and immediately saw two people, one sitting and one standing, in front of the table.

He paused, then quickly lowered his head.

"Greetings, Your Majesty."

Get up.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Standing in the center, Feng Wenhan moved his lips, but kept his head down.

He didn't speak, and Mo Yan didn't speak either. The hall was extremely quiet for a moment, and the only sound could be the sound of the red brush gliding across the memorial.

Before long, Feng Wenhan spoke up: "Your Majesty, this old minister has come today to discuss the matter of the imperial concubine selection."

He repeated the same old argument: "Your Majesty has been on the throne for several years, yet there is only one person in the harem... Chenjun. This is really not in accordance with the regulations for an emperor."

"In my humble opinion, Your Majesty should establish an empress and concubines as soon as possible, and have several princes for the Great Zhao Dynasty."

He kept talking, but Mo Yan didn't respond at all, or even look up at him.

until--

Chu Junci suddenly clutched his chest and gagged.