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

"No, impossible..."

Wu Xu's face was full of disbelief. He couldn't believe that His Majesty had just... left Zhao Kingdom.

His gaze shifted downwards, and he saw that Mo Yan was clutching a piece of robe in his hand, which belonged to Chu Junci.

As if possessed, he stepped forward and tugged at it, only to find that he couldn't budge it; His Majesty was gripping it extremely tightly.

"..."

After a few seconds of silence, he crouched down and whispered in Mo Yan's ear, "Your Majesty, the Empress has run away."

"The Queen has returned to Yong Kingdom and to Chu Ling's side."

"If something happens to you, the two of them will definitely get married. At that time, when people mention Mo Ci, they will only say that he is Chu Ling's wife."

"Or perhaps, the Empress will never be called 'Mo Ci' again. She will abandon the surname 'Mo' and have nothing to do with His Majesty from now on."

"He will forget His Majesty, forget everything in Zhao Kingdom."

As soon as the words were spoken, the person lying in the pool of blood moved their fingertips slightly, a faint movement, but one that was undeniably real.

"Imperial Physician!"

Wu Xu said anxiously, "Quickly treat His Majesty's wounds and stop the bleeding!"

"Yes, yes, yes."

Upon taking Mo Yan's pulse again, the imperial physician looked surprised: "It really is..."

This is simply a miracle!

"My lords, please help His Majesty to bed. I will administer acupuncture to stop the bleeding."

Without further delay, the group divided the work: one person cut off the robe covering Mo Yan's chest, another continued to relay news of Chu Junci, and the imperial physician focused on treating Mo Yan's injuries.

Half an hour passed quietly, and after the last stitch was completed, the imperial physician let out a long sigh of relief.

"I'm lucky to have survived."

"Your Majesty is blessed with good fortune. The injury is located above the heart. If it were to deviate any further downwards, even a divine being would be powerless to help."

"Thank goodness, thank goodness..."

God knows that when he first arrived, he thought he was going to be buried with the emperor. The words "passed away" were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say them no matter what.

Fortunately, Lord Wu found a turning point, otherwise...

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, too afraid to think about it anymore.

"Imperial Physician."

Wu Xu dared not be careless and continued to instruct, "Tonight you will stay in the palace and observe His Majesty's condition at all times."

"That's exactly what I was thinking." The imperial physician nodded.

The three of them stayed by the bedside all night, keeping watch. Wu Xu remained silent, his expression unreadable.

Before we knew it, dawn had broken.

Dim light shone into the hall, and the person on the bed moved their fingertips slightly, their brows furrowed with struggle.

He was fighting against his instincts.

His severely injured body had rendered him unconscious, but his reason was urging him to go to the border and bring Aci back.

"Aci..."

He murmured unconsciously, ultimately succumbing to his own weaknesses.

The struggle between his brows subsided, and he fell into a coma again.

His consciousness was hazy; it seemed like he was having a dream.

In his dream, his Aci was dressed in a wedding gown, and a man dressed in the same gown stood beside him.

Mo Yan couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he could hear A Ci call out to the man, "A Chen."

The two held hands with a red ribbon and walked together into a palace with the character "囍" (double happiness) pasted on it.

Seeing that they were about to get married, Mo Yan couldn't stand it any longer and strode forward, calling out, "A-Ci!"

"You are not allowed to marry anyone else!"

But Aci couldn't hear him speak or see him. He and that man went through the wedding ceremony and then drank the nuptial wine.

"..."

Mo Yan stared blankly, wanting to step forward and let them go, but he passed right through them. He couldn't touch them, just as they couldn't see him.

In the end, he couldn't even get into the palace.

He squatted outside the door and listened all night.

Every breath, every playful tussle... was heard clearly by Mo Yan, and his eyes turned red, as if dripping blood.

"Ah Chen...which scumbag is he?!"

He thought bitterly, "All the men who seduced Aci deserve to die, they all deserve to die!"

He was trembling with rage and rushed through the palace doors the moment they opened, but this time, he still couldn't reach them.

He saw the man carry Aci to the hot spring palace, and Aci nestled in his arms, behaving unusually well.

"Aci..."

His heart felt like it was being gnawed by a worm called jealousy. Mo Yan's lips trembled as he confirmed one thing once again—A Ci didn't like him.

The treatment that man received was the way Aci treated her beloved, while he was just deluding himself.

Unrequited love...

These four words flashed through Mo Yan's mind. He gritted his teeth and thought to himself: So what if I'm just being delusional? Aci can only be his.

It can only be his.

Looking up again, he heard Aci and the man talking.

"Aci, I have kept all the letters you have given me over the past fifteen years. Yesterday I carefully looked through a few of them, and they were written by Aci when she was five years old."

"A-Ci was so cute when he was little."

As he spoke, he pinched Chu Junci's cheek and stole a kiss on his face.

When he talked about his childhood, Chu Junci turned his head and said, "Back then, you would always send me letters. If I didn't reply, you could send ten letters a day."

"And the content is mostly boring; almost every email starts with 'Are we still friends today?'"

Hearing this, the man smiled and said, "It's because A-Ci always avoided me back then and wouldn't be my friend."

"childish."

Jumping off the man, Chu Junci quickly put on her clothes: "Aren't you going back?"

"I don't want to go back."

Pulling the man closer to his chest, the man rested his head on his shoulder: "What's so interesting about those old men? I just want to see Aci a few more times."

"And they're all old-fashioned. Once they know we're getting married, they'd all want to die outside the palace."

"I don't care, I'm just afraid it will damage your reputation."

"You..."

Chu Junci sighed, but said nothing more.

The entire conversation reached Mo Yan's ears, making his expression even more somber.

A scoundrel who used to pester Aci in her childhood, grew up with her, exchanged letters with her for over ten years, and is now even married...

Each and every one of these incidents was enough to make Mo Yan jealous!

He's practically insanely jealous!

Unfortunately, he was powerless and could only stand there watching them. The feeling of powerlessness was driving him crazy. Mo Yan scratched his hair in frustration and vaguely heard someone calling him.

"Your Majesty, the Queen has run away."

Mo Yan abruptly stopped, frozen in place.

"The Queen has returned to Yong Kingdom and to Chu Ling's side."

"If something happens to you, the two of them will definitely get married. At that time, when people mention Mo Ci, they will only say that he is Chu Ling's wife."

"..."

He couldn't hear the rest of what was said; all he could think about was "Aci ran away" and "Aci left him."

All the memories from before he fell into a coma returned. A gleaming dagger plunged into his body, and his Aci strode away without looking back...

He suddenly woke up.

Before him were pale yellow curtains, and light streamed into the hall through the windows. He looked around, but indeed, he did not see his Aci.