Foreword: My darlings, I'm so sorry! I haven't been updating much these past few days. I'm truly, truly apologetic. Exam week just ended, and I happily packed my bags and went home. I was so excited to be home, thinking I could finally focus on writing! But the very next day, I started having severe stomach pains. I went to the hospital, and after a checkup, I discovered it was acute appendicitis! I had surgery yesterday. I'm so incredibly sorry; I feel so bad for letting you all down. I'm feeling a bit better today, so I'll be posting two chapters and trying my best to catch up on any gaps in the earlier chapters.

Finally, thank you all again for your support. Thank you to all the babies who have given their support even though we've never met. Love you all.

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The next day, Yan Wan got up early. When she got up, she found that Ji Mohan was no longer by her side. She hurriedly got up to wash up. She knew that she was going to see Uncle An and Aunt Fang today, so she had to get ready as soon as possible and resolve everything before she could truly relax.

Just as Yan Wan finished getting ready, Ji Mohan returned from outside. The fatigue on his face from yesterday was long gone. He walked over to Yan Wan and asked affectionately, "Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"

As Yan Wan prepared to draw her eyebrows in front of the mirror, she replied, "We still have a lot to do today, so I can't sleep in. Once everything is finished, I can sleep in every day."

Ji Mohan took the eyebrow pencil from Yan Wan's hand and carefully drew her eyebrows. His hand, which usually held a sword, looked a little stiff as he held the eyebrow pencil, but he still carefully drew her eyebrows as if they were the most precious treasure.

"Yan Wan, I offer you the empire as my dowry, will you become my empress?" Ji Mohan gently placed the eyebrow pencil on the table, accompanied by his voice.

Yan Wan has been back for almost a month, but he has not given her any official rank. Although everyone in the palace knows that he dotes on Yan Wan and dares not slack off, he knows that this is unfair to Yan Wan. Her ambiguous life in the palace will inevitably lead to rumors, and his Yan Wan should not have to endure these things.

Yan Wan was stunned for a moment after hearing Ji Mohan's words. Then, she smiled and nodded, saying, "I'm willing, I'm willing, I'm willing."

Important things should be said three times, and so should important answers.

Ji Mohan happily hugged Yan Wan tightly in his arms. It was wonderful; Yan Wan finally belonged to him.

Yan Wan could also feel Ji Mohan's happiness. Ji Mohan was holding her too tightly, and Yan Wan's muffled voice came from Ji Mohan's arms, "Hanhan, although I have agreed to become your empress, I want to make it clear first that I may sometimes go out to Yanji Hot Pot Restaurant, so I may not be able to stay in the palace all the time."

Yan Wan needs to talk to Ji Mohan first. Although she agreed to become Ji Mohan's empress, she also needs to run Yanji Hot Pot, which she opened with Jing Xi. She can't put all the pressure on Jing Xi. After she left, Jing Xi helped her too much, and she can't trouble Jing Xi anymore.

“Okay. I’ll go with you then.” Ji Mohan readily agreed. As long as Yan Wan was willing to be by his side, he would agree to anything.

"Yes, Hanhan, also, although you are an emperor, and emperors have three wives and four concubines, in my world, it's monogamy. After you marry me, you can't marry anyone else." Yan Wan continued, before truly agreeing to be with Ji Mohan, the two of them needed to discuss all the things that might cause conflict, otherwise it would leave hidden dangers for the future.

"I don't want anyone but you." Ji Mohan's dark eyes reflected Yan Wan's figure, as if Yan Wan was the only one in his eyes.

Yan Wan nodded in satisfaction and tentatively asked, "What if the ministers force you to take a concubine?"

She dared not gamble. Human nature cannot withstand the test. Ji Mohan loves her now, but as time goes by, his love will gradually fade. Between the throne and her, she dared not gamble on which one is more important to Ji Mohan.

“Then kill them all,” Ji Mo said coldly. “Whoever dares to force me, I will kill.”

Anyway, he didn't care about the throne. If anyone dared to cause trouble and displease Yan Wan, he would just kill them all.

Between the throne and Yan Wan, he would always firmly choose Yan Wan.

Ji Mohan saw Yan Wan's worry and fear. He leaned down and kissed her, gently nibbling her ear and whispering, "Yan Wan, I will love you forever."

Yan Wan instantly felt her ears become hot and burning. She shrank back and said with a smile, "I believe you."

However, Ji Mohan still noticed the fleeting unease in Yan Wan's eyes. Well, since he still made Yan Wan feel insecure, he would think of a way to put her at ease.

"Let's go have breakfast," Yan Wan said with a smile, gently nudging Ji Mohan.

"Okay." Ji Mohan got up with Yan Wan, following behind her like a little tail.

Yan Wan was someone he had prayed to the gods and Buddhas for, and he would never let go of her again. Walking behind Yan Wan, Ji Mohan looked at her back, a determined glint in his eyes.

After the two had breakfast, Ji Mohan led Yan Wan into the palace's secret dungeon.

It was Yan Wan's first time in such a place, and she looked around with some curiosity. The further she went in, the colder and more gloomy it felt.

Ji Mohan noticed Yan Wan's small gesture of gently crossing her arms. He took off his outer robe and draped it over Yan Wan, then pulled her into his arms.

It gets much warmer when two people are closer together.

When they reached the end of the dark prison, Ji Mohan stopped and gestured to the jailer to open the cell in front of him. The person in the cell remained lying still when he heard the noise.

Ji Mohan glanced at Yan Wan and saw that she showed no fear, which put him at ease. He then walked into the cell first and said coldly to Ji Moan, who was lying on the ground, "Uncle An, it's been a long time."

Upon hearing Ji Mohan's voice, the person lying on the ground began to move. Ji Moan turned around and sat up, looking at his tall and upright nephew and Yan Wan, who was peeking out from behind Ji Mohan.

Ji Mo'an stood up from the ground and took a few steps forward. Ji Mo'han subconsciously used his body to block Yan Wan, preventing Ji Mo'an from continuing to move forward.

"Uncle An, please sit down." Ji Mohan pulled Yan Wan to the table and sat down first.

Ji Mo'an thought for a moment, then sat down opposite the two of them. Since he was imprisoned here two years ago, no one had come to see him, not even his brother, who hated him, had come to mock him.

He waited two years before the first person to visit him came.