Ji Mohan stared blankly at Yan Wan. In fact, he seemed to be a little sad, but he couldn't say it or show any vulnerability.

Ji Mohan reached out and wiped away Yan Wan's tears, but he couldn't wipe them away completely. Ji Mohan sighed and said, "Yan Wan, don't cry. It's not worth crying for someone like me."

Yan Wan was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward and hugged Ji Mohan tightly, saying in a sobbing voice, "It's worth it. Ji Mohan is the most important person in the world, the bravest person, and the most worthy person."

Ji Mohan smiled bitterly, gently placing his hand on Yan Wan's waist. The situation wasn't too bad, was it? At least someone was still willing to stay with him.

The two embraced for a long time, comforting each other in the dimly lit study. Just when Yan Wan thought Ji Mohan had fallen asleep, Ji Mohan said in a hoarse voice, "Yan Wan, is it because I did something wrong that Mother Consort doesn't like me and hates me?"

Yan Wan really didn't know how to answer this question. She couldn't just tell Ji Mohan that his mother was an assassin whose mission was to kill the emperor and murder the imperial heir, but she unexpectedly became pregnant with him. She didn't like him to begin with, so saying that would be too cruel to him.

Yan Wan said softly, "Hanhan, there are parents in this world who don't love their children. It's not your fault. Don't be sad. I'll be with you."

"Yan Wan, will you always stay with me?" Ji Mohan asked.

Looking at Ji Mohan's hopeful eyes, Yan Wan couldn't bring herself to tell him the truth. She could only nod gently. Ji Mohan, however, happily hugged Yan Wan and said in a deep voice, "Yan Wan, from now on, you are all I have."

Yan Wan closed her eyes reluctantly. How could she tell him that she would also leave?

Perhaps it was the gentle moonlight tonight, or perhaps Ji Mohan's heart was too captivated, for Ji Mohan seemed to have opened a floodgate of words as he held Yan Wan and said, "Yan Wan, do you know? I've always envied the Crown Prince since I was little. The Empress dotes on him, the Emperor relies on him, and all his brothers respect him. He seems to have everything, while I have nothing. I don't have my mother's protection, and my father only sees me as a sharp sword to force back the Mongol Kingdom. My brothers aren't close to me either; they see me as an omen of misfortune, as a monstrous flood."

Ji Mohan paused for a moment, then continued, "When I was little, I would secretly look at Ji Mosheng every time. I would ask Aunt Fang, 'We are both princes, so why are we different?' At that time, Aunt Fang just looked at me helplessly and didn't say anything. Later, I understood that princes are really different. One is loved and respected, while the other is despised by the world."

"Yan Wan, but it's all good now. I have you, I have you with me, and I'm not alone anymore." Ji Mohan's voice came from beside her ear, but Yan Wan didn't dare to look him in the eye. She got up hastily and said, "Ji Mohan, wait a minute, I'll go get some wine, okay? Tonight, let's drink until we drop."

After Yan Wan finished speaking, she quickly ran out. After closing the door, her tears fell silently. This world was so unfair to him, yet he still worked tirelessly to protect the people. Despite suffering so much malice, he was still willing to accept even the smallest kindness from others.

Yan Wan wiped away her tears and went to the kitchen to get the wine.

The world is unjust, and people's hearts are no longer pure. The world wants him to fall to the bottom and be covered in dust, but Yan Wan insists that he be loved and respected and sit firmly on the high platform.

To hell with all those prejudices and injustices! Yan Wan is determined to fight for fairness and justice.

When Yan Wan reappeared in the study with wine, Ji Mohan was still in the same position, sitting on the floor, leaning against the pillar of the study, his long, well-defined hands supporting his forehead, and gently closing his eyes as if dozing.

Yan Wan raised the glass in her hand, suppressing the sadness in her heart, and said cheerfully, "The wine is here!"

After speaking, Yan Wan walked to Ji Mohan's side, sat down on the ground, put several jugs of wine on the ground, opened two jugs, and handed one jug to Ji Mohan.

Ji Mohan opened his cold eyes, looked at the wine in his hand, and then tilted his head back and drank it down in one gulp. Yan Wan knew the sadness in his heart, so she could only silently accompany him, watching him drink one pot after another, watching his pale skin slowly turn red, and watching his pained eyes slowly become hazy.

Seeing that all the wine jugs were empty, Ji Mohan was still reaching out to find them. Yan Wan reached out and took his hand. Ji Mohan's hand was very cold. Yan Wan covered Ji Mohan's hand with both of her hands and gently rubbed it, trying to warm it up.

Looking at the girl in front of him, who treated him like a precious treasure, Ji Mohan pursed his lips and said, "Yan Wan, thank you."

Thank you for coming into my life, though I don't know how long you'll stay with me.

Yan Wan smiled and said softly, "Let's go back to sleep, okay?"

"Okay." Ji Mohan said, and then started to get up unsteadily.

Yan Wan looked at Ji Mohan, who couldn't even walk, and stepped forward to support his waist. The two slowly walked from the study to the courtyard. Moonlight spilled all over the ground. Ji Mohan gently whispered in Yan Wan's ear, "Yan Wan, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight, and so are you."

Yan Wan was unsure whether the drunkard in front of her was truly drunk, as he was still flirting with girls. She looked at Ji Mohan suspiciously, but he just gave her a silly grin. Yan Wan was certain then that he really was drunk.

Yan Wan could only say softly, "Thank you, you're beautiful too. Let's go back and rest!"

Ji Mohan said with displeasure, "Men can't say 'beautiful'!"

Yan Wan nodded helplessly and said yes.

Ji Mohan's voice trembled as he said incredulously, "Yan Wan, are you tired of me? Do you find me annoying?"

Yan Wan could only stop and comfort the fragile drunkard in front of her, "No, I like you very much. I mean, you are very beautiful."

Ji Mohan nodded in satisfaction and continued to follow Yan Wan towards the dormitory. Yan Wan sighed and took his arm again. How come he suddenly became so affectionate after drinking a little alcohol?

After Yan Wan helped Ji Mohan to the bed, she gently took off his boots, wet a handkerchief and wiped his face. Ji Mohan stared at Yan Wan without moving, watching her run around.

After a while, Ji Mohan slowly became sleepy. Yan Wan sat by the bed to keep him company, and heard him say indistinctly, "Mother, why don't you like me? What did I do wrong?"

Yan Wan sighed silently, took out the Reversal Pill she had drawn from her spatial storage, and looked at Ji Mohan with a determined gaze. The original book explained Xue Fei's situation very clearly, but there were some plot holes left unfilled by the author. For example, who exactly was Xue Fei? Was she really an assassin? Why did she live in the palace every day but never kill anyone before her death? Was she really at the level of an assassin?

Yan Wan swallowed the Reversal Pill, then looked at Ji Mohan's sleeping face. It seemed that only by seeing Xue Fei could she learn the truth.