"Your Highness, the Prince said he won't be back for the next few days. He's fine," Mo Yu said through gritted teeth.

Yun Qingluo knew immediately that something must have happened to Mo Beichen.

"Alright, I won't tell the prince. You go first, and I'll follow behind. Just pretend you don't know anything," Yun Qingluo said, raising an eyebrow, having no intention of making things difficult for Mo Yu.

"Hurry up, or I can't guarantee what I might do," Yun Qingluo urged, seeing Mo Yu's conflicted expression.

Mo Yu glanced at Yun Qingluo, closed his eyes, and walked outside.

After many twists and turns, until Yun Qingluo felt like vomiting, they finally arrived at a house.

The courtyard gate opened, and she ran towards the main house, but was stopped by Mo Feng at the door.

"Your Highness, the Prince won't let anyone in." Mo Feng glared at Mo Yu, wondering why she had brought this woman along to cause trouble.

Mo Yu: I didn't want to either, but the prince treats this woman like a treasure, and he doesn't dare to offend her.

"What happened to Your Highness? Tell the truth." Yun Qingluo looked at Mo Feng with icy eyes.

"The prince said..."

"The prince also said he's not here. I, the princess, am the boss. You answer whatever the boss asks." Yun Qingluo, like a bandit leader, drew Mo Feng's sword and placed it against Mo Feng's neck.

Mo Yu panicked, "Your Highness, the Prince has fallen ill again."

Yun Qingluo's body went limp. "A relapse? What kind of illness?"

Why hadn't she heard of this in her previous life? Yun Qingluo looked up and inadvertently saw the full moon, and something flashed through her mind.

No, in my previous life, Mo Beichen was never seen in the manor during the full moon.

Taking advantage of their inattention, Yun Qingluo threw away her sword, bent down, crawled under Mo Feng's arm, opened the door, slipped inside, and closed the door behind her.

"Keep watch outside." Yun Qingluo's voice came from inside the house.

Mo Feng and Mo Yu stared at the tightly closed door, their brows furrowed.

"It's all your fault. Why did you bring her here? What if the prince hurts her? He'll feel so guilty when he comes to his senses."

"She wanted to go with him herself. Besides, the prince is in this state because of her. It would be better if he died."

“Mo Yu, have you forgotten how the Prince saved her from the jaws of wolves? If she dies, the Prince will not live on alone.” Mo Feng glanced at Mo Yu expressionlessly.

Mo Yu's face suddenly turned ashen. Damn it.

After Yun entered the house, she found that the furnishings were simple and there was nothing inside except for a lamp on one wall.

Yun Qingluo walked over and turned the lamp, and the door to the dark room opened with a click.

At the same time, the sounds of chains hitting iron walls and men roaring and screaming could be heard from inside.

Yun Qingluo's heart skipped a beat; it was Mo Beichen's voice.

Lifting her skirt, Yun Qingluo ran inside and witnessed a scene she would never forget.

In the center of the dark room stood a black iron cage. Mo Beichen, dressed in black, stood in the center of the cage. Iron chains from all sides tightly bound Mo Beichen's limbs, and the man struggled and roared like a trapped beast.

Several chains had been broken, freeing the man's hands.

Yun Qingluo looked up and met a pair of bloodthirsty and violent eyes.

"Ah Chen?" Yun Qingluo trembled, as if she couldn't believe it.

The man's face was sickly pale, his eyes were cold and filled with murderous intent, and he stared at Yun Qingluo as if she were his prey.

He was mentally unstable.

Yun Qingluo felt a dense, throbbing pain in her heart, making it hard for her to breathe, and her eyes stung terribly.

It turns out that in his previous life, he was experiencing inhuman torment every full moon.

"Ah Chen, Ah Chen." Yun Qingluo lifted her heavy steps and approached the cage, looking at the man inside who resembled a god.

But clearly Mo Beichen couldn't understand anything. His world seemed to consist only of endless killing. As he watched Yun Qingluo approach, he curled his lips into a cold, bloodthirsty smile.

That was the excited expression on his face as he watched his prey approach.

Yun Qingluo raised her hand, unlocked the cage, and went inside.

She knew this was tantamount to suicide, but his condition couldn't be detected without him being close to her medical system.

Mo Beichen's smile deepened, and the bloodshot in his eyes intensified.

Suddenly, Yun Qingluo lowered her head, and the man's fist grazed the top of her head. This dodge seemed to anger the man, who was very displeased.

Without hesitation, he struck again, and before he had made three moves, the man's hand gripped Yun Qingluo's neck tightly.

"Ah... Ah Chen, it's me." Yun Qingluo spoke with difficulty, her consciousness already activating the medical system to test Mo Beichen.

Mo Beichen loosened his grip on her neck slightly.

Yun Qingluo was overjoyed and hugged Mo Beichen tightly without hesitation. The man felt the softness on his lips and his expression became somewhat blank.

“Ah Chen, it’s Luo Luo, your Luo Luo. Ah Chen, it’s me, Luo Luo.” Yun Qingluo saw the struggle in Mo Beichen’s eyes and kept repeating it over and over again.

Mo Beichen felt as if he were in a blood-red world, where only endless killing could bring him pleasure.

Suddenly, I smelled a familiar fragrance. I closed my eyes, and when I slowly opened them, I saw the person right in front of me.

Luo Luo?

Seeing the bloodshot in Mo Beichen's eyes fade, Yun Qingluo tried to leave but was held by the man's waist.

"Luo Luo?" Mo Beichen's voice held a hint of caution; he hoped it was a lie.

Yun Qingluo looked up and smiled, "Achen, it's me."

Ah Chen, that's me.

Ah Chen...

Mo Beichen's mind went blank, and all color drained from his face.

Luo Luo saw him, who looked like a terrifying monster. What should she do? What should she do?

His Luo Luo had finally opened her heart to him, but he was about to scare her away.

Seeing that Mo Beichen looked pained, Yun Qingluo thought he was unwell and tried to break free from his embrace to check on him, but was instead held even tighter.

No, she can't leave.

The fear in Mo Beichen's eyes was overtaken by a frenzied and violent possessiveness; he would not let her go.

"Luo Luo, you said yourself that you wouldn't leave me, and I won't let you go." Mo Beichen's voice was icy and full of controlling intent.

Yun Qingluo suppressed the bitterness in her heart and said softly, "Achen, be good. I just wanted to see if you felt unwell."

"It hurts." Mo Beichen stared at Yun Qingluo's small face and slowly uttered two words.

Yun Qingluo was in turmoil. "Why does my heart hurt?"

"It hurts so much that Luo Luo is leaving." The man's voice suddenly filled with grievance.

Yun Qingluo: "?"

With a sigh, Yun Qingluo reached out and wrapped her arms around Mo Beichen's waist, tiptoed and lightly kissed the man's thin lips, "Be good, Achen, I won't leave."

Mo Beichen took the initiative, grabbing Yun Qingluo by the back of the head and pressing down on her, causing the indoor temperature to rise rapidly.

A moment later, Yun Qingluo, still breathless, pounded on Mo Beichen's shoulder, and Mo Beichen finally loosened his grip slightly.

Yun Qingluo took a deep breath of fresh air and clung softly to Mo Beichen.

Mo Beichen lowered his gaze to the person in his arms, suppressing his shock, and asked in a low, husky voice, "How did Luo Luo find her way here?"