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

Did he overestimate himself?

Unable to find an answer, he sat up, the movement pulling at his wound and making his face turn pale for a moment.

The medicine was reapplied to his chest. He looked down and just then heard Lu Shu's voice: "Your Majesty, you're awake?"

"Did you bandage my wound?"

"I am not a servant, but Physician Liu."

Lu Shu fetched hot water. "At noon, Physician Liu happened to pass by Qiyue Palace. Upon hearing the news that the Empress had fainted, he hurriedly took her pulse and applied medicine."

"How did the Queen get injured?"

Today, only Wu Xu came to Qiyue Palace, and then the Queen was injured...

Lu Shu had his suspicions, but dared not say more.

It was just an accident.

Chu Junci shook his head, clearly not wanting to say more, and Lu Shu didn't ask any further questions.

However, he expressed his dissatisfaction when mentioning His Majesty: "Even though the Empress is injured, His Majesty didn't even bother to come and see her."

"If it were the previous Emperor..."

The rest of his words caught in his throat; fearing to displease Chu Junci, he closed his lips and asked, "Is Your Majesty hungry?"

I'm not hungry.

But the next second, his stomach rumbled. He hadn't eaten all day, and his body was protesting.

"...Bring some food over."

"it is good."

Lu Shu hurriedly went to find food, while Chu Junci leaned against the headboard and suddenly thought of Mo Yan.

Has Mo Yan been cured of the poison?

Did he know he was injured?

He was lost in thought, completely unaware that Mo Yan was still unconscious in the Zi Chen Palace.

Mo Yan lay on the bed, his wrists and ankles already bearing several cuts from the iron chains, his lips still a dark purple.

The black lines on his arms were increasing, and they were even spreading to his cheeks. Wu Xu stood to the side with the medicine in his hand, his face ashen.

The old doctor Liu sighed, "The medicine won't go down our throats, what can we do?"

This morning, Wu Xu suddenly came with a jade bottle and said he had found a medicinal herb that could cure the poison. Although the old doctor Liu had doubts, he still added the blood to the medicine.

But to everyone's surprise, the moment His Majesty smelled the medicine, his eyes reddened and two lines of tears streamed down his face...

They refused to take the medicine no matter what, and the stalemate has continued until now.

The medicine was heated again and again, but His Majesty was still unable to drink it.

Seeing that His Majesty's poison would spread completely if he didn't take the medicine soon, the old imperial physician Liu sighed heavily and suddenly remembered someone.

"Or...should we have the Queen come over?"

"..."

Wu Xu lifted his eyelids, put down the medicine, and went to Qiyue Palace again.

Standing inside the Qiyue Palace, he looked at Chu Junci's pale face and lowered his eyes: "Your Majesty refuses to take the medicine. The old imperial physician Liu said that the poison will soon spread throughout his body, and at that time..."

He knelt down and kowtowed several times to Chu Junci: "Please, Your Majesty, help him drink the medicine."

"On the day of the hunt, even if I die ten thousand times, I will help Your Majesty achieve your wish."

"..."

Chu Junci remained silent for a few moments, then said, "Take me there."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Considering that Chu Junci was injured, Wu Xu ordered a sedan chair and instructed the people to move it carefully.

The group headed towards the Zichen Palace and stopped at its entrance a quarter of an hour later.

Chu Junci stepped down from the sedan chair and slowly entered the palace. The palace was in a mess, and there was a pool of blood that had not yet dried beside the bed.

On the bed, Mo Yan lay quietly, his usual frivolous demeanor gone, as if he had ceased to exist.

"Greetings, Your Majesty."

The old physician Liu bowed to him, and Chu Junci nodded, taking the medicine from his hand: "Give it to me."

"Yes."

He brought the medicine to the bedside and saw the dark lines on Mo Yan's face. His gaze then moved down and he saw the red and swollen wound on Mo Yan's wrist.

Several iron chains hung from the headboard, their handcuffs already stained red with blood. Chu Junci pursed his lips, suddenly feeling a tightness in his chest.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his gaze sweeping over Mo Yan's face. "Mo Yan."

No one responded.

The medicine had a faint smell of blood. Chu Junci scooped up a spoonful and fed it to Mo Yan's lips.

But Mo Yan kept his lips tightly closed, as if he was subconsciously resisting.

The hope in Wu Xu's eyes was completely shattered. He lowered his head and remained silent.

The old doctor Liu didn't say anything, but his hunched back made him look several years older.

The hall was extremely quiet. Chu Junci continued feeding the medicine, and after a while, he withdrew his hand.

He scooped up another spoonful, blew on it gently, and said, "You all go out."

"…yes."

After Wu Xu and the old physician Liu left, only Chu Junci and Mo Yan remained in the hall.

He followed the previous procedure, put the medicine in his mouth, and then kissed Mo Yan's lips.

They thought this method would work, but Mo Yan kept his lips tightly closed. The medicine flowed down his cheeks into the pillowcase, but not into his mouth.

Chu Junci was somewhat taken aback. She straightened up and stared at his face, murmuring, "Mo Yan, why aren't you taking your medicine?"

The person in a coma was destined not to answer. Chu Junci curled his fingertips and tried again, but still failed.

The medicine was wasted on the pillow, and Mo Yan's breathing became increasingly weak.

"Mo Yan, take your medicine."

Chu Junci panicked a little, "Are you stupid? Why won't you drink your medicine?"

"I told you to drink your medicine, didn't you hear me?"

"..."

He was the only one in the hall talking to himself. Chu Junci didn't understand why Mo Yan was resisting so much. This helplessness made him feel helpless and increasingly panicked.

Are you going to take your medicine or not?

She held the spoon to Mo Yan's lips again, but the result remained the same.

Chu Junci put down the medicine bowl and suddenly saw an imperial edict on the bedside table.

He opened it and looked at it, his eyes filled with astonishment.

The imperial edict fell to the ground, and Chu Junci's eyes reddened. He glared at Mo Yan and said, "Mo Yan, you big idiot, you big moron."

"It would be better if you were dead. Once you're dead, I'll leave this place immediately and forget about you forever."

"If anyone mentions the name Mo Yan in front of me in the future, I will not remember that it was you."

"..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person on the bed moved a finger. Chu Junci's breath hitched, and he immediately grabbed Mo Yan's hand: "Mo Yan, can you hear me?"

"I told you to drink your medicine, didn't you hear me?"

"Open your mouth obediently in time. If you don't listen to me, I won't want you anymore."

The person, still unconscious, instinctively moved his lips. Chu Junci leaned closer to listen and realized he was saying, "Aci..."

"..."

Chu Junci's heart suddenly ached a little. He bit his lower lip and picked up the medicine bowl again: "Mo Yan, I'm giving you one last chance. If you don't drink the medicine, I'll leave the palace right now and stay far away from you."

"And they'll never come back."

"No……"

The person on the bed murmured, and Chu Junci took the opportunity to kiss his lips. After several kisses, the medicine was finally poured in.

Chu Junci was also exhausted, his vision blurred, and he was in excruciating pain in his chest and abdomen...

The medicine bowl shattered on the ground, and he collapsed unconscious in front of Mo Yan's bed.