When Ji Mosheng saw Yan Wan covered in blood, even the rocks beneath her were stained black and shiny. Her white dress was stained bright red, the sleeves were torn, her arms were chafed raw, and she had bitten her own lips, causing blood to flow freely. With so many wounds, Yan Wan was trembling with pain all over her body, but she held onto Ji Mohan tightly and refused to let go.

At one point, Ji Mosheng actually envied his elder brother, who had someone protecting him like this.

Ji Mosheng gestured to his subordinates to pull Ji Mohan up. Yan Wan, seeing Ji Mohan rescued, deflated like a punctured balloon, lying flat on the rock and looking up at the sky. After being pulled up, Ji Mohan crawled to Yan Wan on his knees, holding her tightly in his arms. Yan Wan's lips moved slightly, and Ji Mohan pressed his face to her lips, hearing her softly say, "Ji Mohan, you see, I didn't break my promise. I said I would protect you."

Upon hearing this, Ji Mohan's heart trembled. He held Yan Wan tightly in his arms, unsure how to express his feelings. His heart swelled with a bittersweet ache, and he felt a strange emotion. No one had ever protected him like this before.

"Wan'er, Wan'er, are you alright?" Jing Xi dragged her injured body over and saw Yan Wan covered in blood being held in Ji Mo Han's arms. Jing Xi was so frightened that tears almost fell down her face.

Yan Wan peeked out from Ji Mohan's arms, gave Jing Xi a comforting smile, wanted to say something but was too badly injured to speak, and then fainted.

Silly Jingxi, didn't I tell you it was dangerous and not to come?

"Wan'er".

"Yan Wan".

The two called out in unison, but Yan Wan had already lost consciousness.

"Your Highness."

Xuan Yi looked at Ji Mo Han, who had also fainted with a muffled groan, and called out anxiously.

Crown Prince Ji Mosheng ordered his men to take the injured people back, but he couldn't separate Ji Mohan from Yan Wan, so he had to order his men to lift the two of them onto a carriage and take them back together.

Yan Wan seemed to have a very long dream. She dreamt that the director was gently singing nursery rhymes to her at the entrance of the orphanage. She dreamt that Xiao Xiao was crying on the hospital bed. Yan Wan wanted to go up and hug Xiao Xiao, but she couldn't hug her no matter what she did. Yan Wan shouted anxiously.

The scene shifts, and Yan Wan sees her father and Yan Jin die on the battlefield, and sees her mother, sister-in-law, and Yi'er hanging on the city wall by the enemy. In order not to implicate her father and brothers, she bites her tongue and commits suicide.

She saw Jiang Bai die, Gu Yu die, and Jing Xi cry while holding Jing Mo's body. She also saw Jing Xi enter the palace and become the empress indifferently. Jing Xi, who longed for freedom the most, was deprived of her freedom.

Seeing Ji Mohan's collapse upon learning the truth about Xue Fei's death, seeing him return to the battlefield without hesitation to atone for his sins, and seeing Ji Mohan die pierced by ten thousand arrows.

Yan Wan cried out in anguish, like an outsider watching her beloved family, friends, and lover head towards the predetermined ending in the book. She wanted to change it, but she couldn't. All she could do was cry out helplessly, "Why? Why am I so useless, unable to change anything?"

The ending that Yan Wan feared most and least wanted to see played out in her mind like a replay. Yan Wan was so frightened that she squatted on the ground, covered her ears, closed her eyes tightly, and hugged herself tightly, so that she could temporarily deceive herself that none of these things had happened.

Ji Mohan sat on the edge of the bed, watching Yan Wan sweating profusely, sobbing and biting her lip tightly, muttering something unintelligible. Ji Mohan leaned down to try and hear what Yan Wan was saying, only to hear her repeatedly shouting, "No, no, please, don't show me, Father, Mother, Ji Mohan, Gu Yu, no, no, Jing Xi, waaaah, no!"

Ji Mohan shook Yan Wan worriedly and whispered, "Yan Wan, Yan Wan, wake up, wake up, Yan Wan."

Yan Wan heard someone calling her, but she didn't dare to let go of the hands she was holding to her head. The voice kept calling her, gentle yet firm. Yan Wan thought, "Are they back to take me away?" She thought, "I should open my eyes and see. It's better to leave with them; then I won't have to suffer like this anymore."

Yan Wan's eyelashes trembled on the bed. She slowly opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling, like a wooden doll that had lost its soul.

"Yan Wan, you're finally awake. Do you want some water?" Ji Mohan asked excitedly and anxiously.

Yan Wan slowly turned her head and saw Ji Mohan looking at her with concern. Yan Wan gripped his arm tightly, tears streaming down her face, and asked softly, "Ji Mohan, it was all a dream, right? Nothing happened, right?"

Ji Mohan gently held Yan Wan in his arms, patting her back softly to comfort her, and said gently, "Yan Wan, don't be afraid, it was just a nightmare. No matter what happens, I will be with you."

"Yes, I know, I knew it was all fake, Ji Mohan. I had a terrible nightmare. I dreamt that so many people died, that you were all gone, and that I was all alone." Yan Wan's tears flowed uncontrollably, quickly soaking the cloth on Ji Mohan's chest.

“Dreams are always the opposite of reality, Yan Wan, don’t be afraid. I know you have secrets, but I won’t ask. If you want to tell me, just tell me, okay?” Ji Mohan comforted her gently. He knew that Yan Wan was keeping a secret, just like that afternoon when Yan Wan was so certain that something would happen to her and that she needed to get the Golden Silk Armor to protect her. And Yan Wan so coincidentally caught him with a vine net on the cliff behind Huguo Temple when he was seriously injured.

Sometimes, he would wonder if he was too pitiful, so God sent a fairy to accompany him and save him.

Perhaps he was too lonely, because his prayers in the dark night were heard by the gods, who granted his wish and brought Yan Wan to his side.

Regardless of the reason, Ji Mohan was very grateful because Yan Wan had come to his side.

Yan Wan, you are a gift from heaven and my salvation.

Yan Wan looked at Ji Mohan with teary eyes, her gaze as gentle as a pool of spring water that made one want to drown in it. Yan Wan lowered her head and said, "Okay, I'll tell you later."

Ji Mohan felt a slight sense of disappointment, but he knew that this matter couldn't be rushed. He could only wait until Yan Wan completely believed in him before making any further moves.

Ji Mohan fed Yan Wan some porridge. After the meal, Yan Wan was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep again.

Ji Mohan looked at Yan Wan's pale face. Even in her sleep, her brows were slightly furrowed, and she would occasionally sob softly, her sleep not peaceful. Ji Mohan gently stroked Yan Wan's brows, wanting to soothe her sorrow and dispel her fear.

Ji Mohan gently patted Yan Wan, sitting on the edge of the bed until she was no longer afraid and had relaxed and fallen asleep. He then stopped, looking at Yan Wan with a complicated expression, and murmured softly, "Yan Wan, what are you afraid of? What secret are you keeping?"

There was a slight noise outside the window, and a dark figure landed by the window. Ji Mohan got up and stood by the window. The dark figure said, "Your Highness, those people have been caught."

"Yes, send them to the secret dungeon of the Prince's mansion. I will interrogate them myself."

Ji Mohan said in a sinister tone, his whole body filled with murderous intent, revealing a bloodthirsty expression. The shadowy figure sensed his master's displeasure, lowered his head even further, and whispered, "Yes."

Ji Mohan walked to the bedside and tucked the blanket around Yan Wan, whispering, "Yan Wan, I will go and avenge you. Sleep peacefully."

I heard that screams of agony lasted for a whole day in the southeast courtyard of the Prince Han's mansion.