Since the day he became sensible, Jun Moyi knew that no one in the entire palace treated him sincerely.

If he wants to live a stable life, he can only rely on himself.

From that day on, Jun Moyi relied on his good looks to act cute and curry favor in front of others, acting as if he was not interested in worldly matters.

It was because of this that the emperor treated him differently. Even if he was used as a shield, at least on the surface he was living a good life.

As for behind the scenes...

Jun Moyi touched his leg gently.

Although the incident seemed like an accident at the time, he knew very well in his heart that it was all because of his good father. Seeing that he was getting older and his methods were getting tougher, he was afraid that he would become too powerful and threaten Jun Mochen's position in the future, so he deliberately created that "accident".

He knew everything, but pretended not to know, and even went along with all of them throughout the whole play.

When the imperial physician announced that he would not be able to stand up in the future, Jun Moyi saw that his father's eyes, which had become increasingly cold over the years, suddenly became gentle and kind.

He even allowed himself to stay in the emperor's bedroom despite being seriously injured and unable to move.

People inside and outside the court only thought that the emperor truly loved his son, Prince An. Even though Prince An was physically disabled and would probably have no hope of inheriting the throne in the future, the emperor's love for his son remained unchanged.

However, only Jun Moyi understood that the emperor kept him here just to monitor him.

Unexpectedly, the emperor's cleverness backfired and instead provided Jun Moyi with convenient conditions, allowing him to find a lot of useful things, which helped him eliminate dissidents in the future.

By the way, he also dug a few traps for Jun Mochen.

…

I don’t know if Jun Moyi did it on purpose, but from that day on, Sang Liwan found that Jun Moyi seemed to no longer do anything behind her back.

In the past, Jun Moyi always gave orders to the secret guards in the study.

But now, even though Sang Liwan was present, Jun Moyi acted as if he couldn't see her at all, and summoned the secret guards without any scruples.

Yan Hui and the others were a little concerned about Sang Liwan's presence at first.

But after doing it many times, he got used to it, and even had the idea of ​​treating Sang Liwan as his second master.

After all, the only one who could hear such a secret and live to see the sunrise the next day is Sang Liwan.

It was at this time that Sang Liwan realized that even though he had the script in his hand, he still underestimated Jun Moyi.

Jun Moyi's power is even greater than she imagined.

At the same time, what she couldn't understand even more was how Jun Moyi ended up like that in the book.

After Jun Moyi finished giving instructions to the secret guards and waved his hand to let them leave, he saw Sang Liwan sitting in front of the stone table, staring at one place with a long gaze, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What are you thinking about?"

Sang Liwan shook her head and looked at him curiously, "You let me hear all this, aren't you afraid that I will reveal your secret?"

Hearing her words, Jun Moyi narrowed his eyes, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, as if he didn't understand why she asked that.

Then, as if he had thought of something, the expression on his face suddenly became enlightened.

Sang Liwan: ...

What is this person acting?

Jun Moyi was slightly startled when he saw Sang Liwan's tightly closed lips and suddenly heard her voice.

His eyes moved slightly, and he realized that Sang Liwan's hairband was blown up by the wind and had been wrapped around his finger without him knowing.

Jun Moyi pretended not to know and just quietly tightened the hairband.

"If that's the case, then Wanwan will know all my secrets, right?"

Sang Liwan nodded subconsciously.

【I know more than you think.】

Hmm?

What else does she know?

Jun Moyi couldn't help but feel a little curious, but the next moment, a hint of excitement appeared in his eyes.

It had been a long time since he had felt like he had met a worthy opponent.

"If that's the case, Wanwan, I won't let you go."

He spoke in a tone that seemed half true and half false, with a complicated and paranoid look in his black pupils.

Sang Liwan was startled, and asked inexplicably, "If I didn't know, would you let me go?"

Let go?

Jun Moyi was stunned for a moment, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, but then his pupils shrank slightly, and an unclear emotion flashed in his eyes.

He finally shook his head and said word by word: "No."

Jun Moyi also didn't understand why he was unwilling to let Sang Liwan go. He clearly wanted to divorce her at the beginning and let her fend for herself.

But now, he could no longer remember how long it had been since he had this thought.

Perhaps, from the very beginning, he did not regard the Sang Liwan in front of him as the same Sang Liwan who married him.

Perhaps he could let go of the Sang Liwan of the past.

But this one now doesn’t work.

"That's it."

Jun Moyi originally thought that Sang Liwan would be scared when he said these two words, but he didn't expect that Sang Liwan's tone at this moment sounded obviously much more relaxed.

It was as if his answer hit the mark right in her heart.

[It's just right that he's not letting me go. It also saves me from having to worry about clinging to his thighs. It would be best if I could tie him securely with a rope.]

[In this case, I won't die at Shen Yan's hands, right?]

In an instant, Jun Moyi's gaze became as sharp as a knife, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

Chen Yan killed her?

How dare that woman?

Jun Moyi's eyes flickered, as if he didn't dare to believe Sang Liwan's words, but had to believe them.

In a flash, many things were connected together by Jun Moyi.

For example, why does Sang Liwan hate Chen Yan so much?

Only the devil would like someone who will kill himself in the future.

Sang Liwan was a little curious when she saw Jun Moyi's expression suddenly turn bad, but she didn't think too much about it.

After all, this is not the first day that Jun Moyi has been moody.

She stood up and wanted to go back to her room, but before she could fully stand up, she felt her scalp tighten.

She lost her balance and fell down again.

"Ouch!"

Sang Liwan's exclamation brought Jun Moyi back to his senses.

"What's wrong?"

Sang Liwan did not answer, but just touched his scalp that was pulled with one hand, and his eyes kept scanning around.

Finally, her eyes fell on the hairband that Jun Moyi had wrapped around his finger.

"Your Majesty!"

Hearing this, Jun Moyi raised his eyebrows slightly and motioned for her to speak.

Sang Liwan asked unhappily, "Is your Highness having fun?"

Following her gaze, Jun Moyi realized that his little action had been seen.

He coughed lightly: "It's okay."