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

"Aci".

He murmured softly, "I'll set you free..."

"I'm setting you free."

Two days later.

When Mo Yan finished his medicine and returned to the bedside, he found that the lotus fragrance had faded.

His heart stopped, and he immediately opened the wardrobe, only to find that the lotus fragrance inside was also fading.

The fading lotus fragrance is like the departed Aci; no matter what he does, he cannot keep her...

This thought made him slump down on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the clothes with a dark and unreadable expression.

Emotions were about to overwhelm reason. Mo Yan gritted his teeth and warned himself: Didn't we agree to set him free? What are you thinking now?

Aci likes freedom, you should set him free.

Mo Yan silently repeated this sentence to himself several times, trying his best to restrain himself—Mo Yan, don't be impulsive.

After a long while, he suppressed his restlessness and curled up in Chu Junci's clothes again.

...Aci, I miss you so much.

A silent murmur fell in the hall. Mo Yan closed his eyes, letting himself immerse himself in the remaining fragrance.

Time flies, and another five days have passed.

On this day, Chu Junci sat in the Qin Zheng Hall, and Lin Chen knelt before him.

He looked travel-worn, clearly having just returned from out of town.

"Your Majesty, I have fulfilled my mission and brought back one person from Shengzi Village."

"This man is the village doctor, a highly skilled physician, and is said to be known as a miracle doctor."

Lin Chen reported, "When villagers feel unwell, they all seek out this miracle doctor for treatment. One dose of his medicine cures their ailments; it is quite effective."

"Let him in."

"Yes."

Lin Chen nodded in agreement. He vaguely guessed what was going on, but dared not say anything more.

As he left the Hall of Diligent Governance, he instructed the waiting physician: "His Majesty is of noble birth and health. I hope the physician will examine him carefully and answer whatever His Majesty asks."

"His Majesty loves his people like his own children. Even if the diagnosis is not to his liking, he will certainly not hold a grudge against you."

"Rest assured, sir, I know what I'm doing."

The doctor chuckled, "My lord, you may not know, but I came here once twenty years ago, so I still understand some of the procedures and matters."

"Um."

Lin Chen said no more and opened the palace door: "Please come in, divine physician."

"Thank you, sir."

The doctor looked to be around fifty years old, with gentle features and an approachable demeanor.

Upon entering the Hall of Diligent Governance, he knelt on the ground and said, "Greetings, Your Majesty! Long live the Emperor!"

Get up.

Chu Junci pinched the bridge of his nose: "Sit."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The physician sat down on a chair nearby and carefully examined Chu Junci's complexion: "Your Majesty, have you not been sleeping well these past few days?"

"Um."

These past few nights, he's felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, but he just couldn't.

Although it was just an occasional sign, he had just returned to Yong Kingdom and had many things to deal with, so he simply reduced his rest time and focused on handling state affairs.

"Does Your Majesty also frequently feel nauseous and want to vomit?"

"Yes."

"Has the imperial physician examined His Majesty?"

"I've seen it; the imperial physician said it was caused by catching a cold."

The two exchanged questions and answers. The divine physician nodded slightly and continued, "When did His Majesty's symptoms begin?"

"..."

The question plunged Chu Junci into memories; in his memory, the first time he caught a cold was when—

The Imperial Study of Zhao Kingdom.

At that time, Feng Wenhan, the Left Chancellor of Zhao State, advised Mo Yan to take a concubine, but Mo Yan refused.

Mo Yan...

Realizing that he was thinking of Mo Yan, Chu Junci quickly shook his head, trying to put Mo Yan out of his mind.

"It must have been two months ago."

"Two months."

The divine physician stroked his beard, a look of understanding flashing in his eyes: "May I, this humble subject, take His Majesty's pulse?"