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

"...It's nothing."

Chu Junci snapped out of her daze. "Mo Yan, I'm a little cold."

"cold?"

Hearing that he was cold, Mo Yan quickly draped the fox fur coat over Chu Junci and rubbed his hands: "Are you still cold?"

"Much better."

Chu Junci shook his head, no longer looking at the bow and arrows on the table: "Let's go back."

"it is good."

He hurriedly carried the person back to Qiyue Palace, where Mo Yan had someone bring over a bowl of ginger soup.

A charcoal brazier was placed inside the hall, keeping the temperature comfortable. Chu Junci sat at the table, somewhat lost in thought.

His memories were fragmented and interrupted by someone, and if Xie Yunzhou hadn't told him some things, he probably wouldn't have been able to piece them together.

However, his memories have not yet returned, leaving him with a sense of unreality regarding many things.

So, why did he lose his memory?

Was it really as Mo Yan said, that he tripped and fell in the Imperial Garden?

His head was throbbing with pain, and he clutched it, catching a glimpse of Mo Yan reappearing out of the corner of his eye.

He held a bowl of ginger soup in his hand: "Aci, drink it."

"Um."

Chu Junci did not suspect anything, took the ginger soup and put it to his lips, but smelled a faint sweetness.

"This soup..."

He looked up in confusion, "Why does it smell strange?"

"It doesn't taste weird, drink it quickly."

Mo Yan urged, his eyes filled with emotions he couldn't decipher: "Aci, be good and drink it."

"It won't be cold after drinking it."

Chu Junci's unusual behavior today was too obvious, and Mo Yan dared not gamble. Several days had already passed since the three-day deadline, and he could not delay any longer.

Beautiful memories can be recreated, as long as Aci stays by his side.

"Mo Yan".

Chu Junci put down his bowl. "What do you want to do?"

"Aci, be a good girl and drink it."

"No."

Chu Junci stood up and took a few steps back: "Mo Yan, you've been lying to me all along."

"I did not."

Mo Yan chased after him step by step, still holding the bowl of ginger soup in his hand: "I did this for our own good."

I don't believe it.

With nowhere to retreat, Chu Junci pressed his back against the door and window. He glanced back and his gaze met Xie Yunzhou's inside the cabinet.

Don't come out.

He shook his head at him.

"..."

Xie Yunzhou gritted his teeth and stared intently at them. He saw Mo Yan forcefully pour the bowl of ginger soup into Chu Junci's mouth, and soon after, Chu Junci collapsed into his arms.

"Aci".

Mo Yan kissed his forehead: "Let's start over."

"This time, I won't let you notice anything amiss."

Reflecting on the past few days together, Mo Yan realized he had too many flaws.

A person who has just woken up is already suspicious, and if he finds a loophole in his words, then his words become unreliable.

I sat by the bedside all day, and in the evening, the person on the bed opened their eyes again.

His memory was blank. He looked at the curtain above his head and blinked slowly.

"Aci, you're awake."

Just like their first conversation, Mo Yan helped him sit up: "How are you feeling?"

"Who are you?"

"My name is Mo Yan, and I am the Emperor of Zhao."

"Your name is Mo Ci, and you are my Empress."

"..."

To fill in the gaps from the first time, he recounted some past events, and finally said, "You've just woken up, it's normal that you can't remember many things. I'll stay with you."

"…oh."

Mo Yan's words sounded fine, but the coincidences seemed preordained. Chu Junci looked at his face and for some reason, doubts arose in her heart.

"Mo Yan, I want to rest for a while."

"You sleep, I will watch over you."

Mo Yan helped the man lie down and covered him with a blanket, saying, "Call me if you need anything."

"Um."

With his eyes closed, Chu Junci's breathing became steady, and he fell asleep without realizing it.

When I woke up again, it was already late at night. Mo Yan was not by my bedside; I didn't know where he had gone.

He got out of bed and looked around.

He was alone in the hall. Just as he walked to the table, he suddenly heard a noise coming from the wardrobe.

Looking to the side, he was startled to see a man emerge from the wardrobe. He had a stubble beard, bloodshot eyes, and looked extremely haggard.

"His Majesty……"

Xie Yunzhou quickly walked up to him, "Mo Yan is lying to you. He fed you a bowl of soup, which is why you lost your past memories."

He recounted everything he had seen that afternoon, and Xie Yunzhou handed him a letter: "This is what you gave me yesterday."

Yesterday morning—

While Mo Yan was attending court, Chu Junci wrote a letter and gave it to Xie Yunzhou.

"Although Mo Yan is good to me, he has lied to me about many things."

"These are some things I've written down. If Mo Yan does anything that causes me to lose my memory... give me this letter."

"Yes." Xie Yunzhou didn't ask anything and silently put the letter into his pocket.

Seeing that he had accepted the letter, Chu Junci thought to himself: I hope this letter won't be of any use.

At this moment, Xie Yunzhou returned the token to its rightful owner: "Your Majesty, you will understand after you have read it."

The letter was burning his hands, so Chu Junci unfolded it and read it quickly, skimming through it.

The letter recounted the events of the past few days, along with some of his speculations.

After reading the letter, Chu Junci threw it into the charcoal brazier and looked up: "Leave the palace in the chaos, the plan remains unchanged."

"Yes, ma'am."

Chu Junci remained unaffected, and Xie Yunzhou breathed a sigh of relief before disappearing back into the cabinet.

Before long, Mo Yan returned, carrying a bowl of porridge and some side dishes.

"woke up?"

"..."

"I guessed you would wake up at this time, so I had some of your favorite porridge and dishes made."

"Um."

"come over."

After Mo Yan fed her another bowl of porridge and some vegetables, Chu Junci sat on his lap and said, "Mo Yan, tell me about your past."

"You want to hear it?"

Aci was rarely interested in his past, but Mo Yan held him and said some things he had never told before.

"Aci, there's something I've never told you."

"My dislike for the Empress Dowager and for Mo Chengyu is not without reason."

As he played with Chu Junci's fingertips, Mo Yan slowly began to recount the past.

"I was the sixth son of Consort Mei, who was not favored at the time."

"In order to see Father Emperor, she often poisons me to make me sick, crying day and night, so that she has a reason to make Father Emperor come to see us."

The discomfort he felt after being drugged and the resentment of being used made him exceptionally precocious at a young age.

"Every time she drugged me, my father would come. She never failed, until the Empress of that year found out."

"My father was furious and ordered that she be forbidden from raising me. But she was lucky; she was diagnosed with pregnancy while under house arrest."

"Her second son, Mo Chengyu, is the opposite of me; she treats him very well."

Mo Yan's tone was indifferent. He didn't care now, but when he was young, he couldn't understand why, even though they were both his mother's children, she only treated him this way.

Even the poison in his body was tricked into taking by his mother.

If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have suffered so much torment for so many years.

Mo Yan's words touched Chu Junci's heart, and he raised his hand to ruffle his hair: "It's all in the past."

"Yes, it's all in the past."

"Having Aci by my side is enough. As long as Aci likes me and doesn't leave me, that's enough."