Yan Wan gently placed the medicine bowl on the table, looked at Ji Mohan seriously, and said gently, "Hanhan, be good. You can only get better if you drink the medicine. Your body can't take it if you don't."
Ji Mohan didn't answer Yan Wan's question, but suddenly asked, "Yan Wan, will you leave again?"
Yan Wan paused for a moment, then gently shook her head and said, "No, I won't leave you again."
Ji Mohan didn't say anything more. He always felt that Yan Wan was lying to him, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to keep Yan Wan.
Yan Wan could tell from Ji Mohan's ambiguous expression that he didn't believe her. It didn't matter; time would prove her right.
Ji Mohan actually wanted to ask Yan Wan, "Didn't you use him to go home? Why did you come back?" But he didn't dare to ask, nor did he dare to hear the answer.
He feared that Yan Wan was pitying him and feeling sorry for him.
Yan Wan looked at Ji Mohan, who was lost in thought again, and sighed helplessly. Oh well, it was all her own fault, and she had to take the blame herself.
Yan Wan picked up the medicine bowl that was placed aside, scooped out a spoonful, and held it to Ji Mohan's lips, but she heard Ji Mohan say, "Yan Wan, it's okay if you leave in the future, but could you take me with you? Wherever you go, I will go."
Yan Wan was surprised by Ji Mohan's words. She felt a mix of emotions. How could this fool be so foolish?
"Then what about your throne?" Yan Wan joked.
Ji Mohan said without hesitation, "Ji Mosheng is in the capital, so the throne can be passed on to him."
Ji Mosheng: No, buddy, you...
Yan Wan chuckled at Ji Mohan's answer. If His Highness the Crown Prince knew what he was thinking, he would definitely scold him, calling him a heartless scoundrel who would abandon his lover for the sake of women.
"What if His Highness the Crown Prince is also unwilling to accept the throne? What then?" Yan Wan suddenly felt like teasing Ji Mohan, so she pressed for an answer.
Without thinking for a moment, Ji Mohan said directly, "Father is currently at the imperial palace. We can bring him to the palace later and let him take charge."
Ji Mohan: Father is at the age where he should be making a breakthrough!
Old Emperor: Treason, treason! brute!
Yan Wan silently mourned for the old emperor for three seconds; what a loving father and filial son!
"But...but you are the God of War, the protector of the people. Can you really give up everything and come with me?" Yan Wan
“Yan Wan, I am also your husband, and protecting you is my responsibility.” Ji Mohan looked at Yan Wan seriously and said, “Yan Wan, I ask myself honestly, I have never wronged the people, I have never failed the country, only you, I owe you so much.”
Yan Wan never expected that Ji Mohan would feel that he owed her something. He clearly didn't have God's perspective. From his point of view, she had used him and abandoned him, but in the end, he felt that he owed her something.
Her coldness is actually a very good person.
My dearest Ji Mohan, you have never wronged me; everything I did was entirely of my own free will.
Yan Wan picked up the nearly cold medicine and held it to Ji Mohan's lips, saying fiercely, "Drink your medicine now, don't change the subject!"
The medicine had almost gone cold before she realized that he had been trying to distract her the whole time.
Ji Mohan glanced at the medicine and said pitifully, "Do you really want to drink it?"
Yan Wan nodded coldly. "Little brat, don't even think about escaping taking your medicine! Don't think you can soften her heart just because you're being coquettish. Her heart is colder than a fish that's been killed for ten years!"
Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, Ji Mohan had no choice but to tilt his head back and drink the bowl of dark, bitter-looking medicine. Sure enough, it was very bitter!
Yan Wan took the empty medicine bowl from him and the food she had just prepared for him. She and Ji Mohan ate together.
After eating, Ji Mohan was in very poor spirits. He was already physically weak, and he had forced himself to play with Yan Wan for a long time. His body was about to give out.
As Yan Wan's spirits gradually waned, she hurriedly helped Ji Mohan to bed. When she reached out to cover him with a blanket, she accidentally pressed on Ji Mohan's wrist. Ji Mohan gently moved back and took a breath. Anyone else would have overlooked it, but Yan Wan noticed his small movement, silently made a mental note of it, and said to Ji Mohan with a smile, "Go to sleep."
Ji Mohan felt as if his body was falling, but he still forced himself to stay awake and stared at Yan Wan, asking, "If I wake up, will you still be here?"
"Yes, you go to sleep. I'll stay here with you and won't go anywhere," Yan Wan said earnestly, looking into Ji Mohan's eyes.
"Okay, don't go. I want to see you when I wake up." Ji Mohan's body relaxed immediately. His cold eyes finally couldn't hold on any longer, and he slowly closed them and fell asleep.
Yan Wan waited until Ji Mohan had completely fallen asleep, then tenderly touched his thin face. Afterward, Yan Wan got up, took a pair of scissors from the table, and slowly cut open the wrist that Ji Mohan had just dodged.
Pulling aside his sleeve, Yan Wan suddenly widened her eyes to see a dense network of crisscrossing wounds on Ji Mohan's wrist. Was he self-harming?
Because these wounds are hidden in the sleeves, and they were all inflicted by the owner for self-torture, they are not fatal, but they can be used to torture oneself repeatedly.
Yan Wan stretched out her trembling fingertips and gently touched the uninjured part of his wrist. She sighed and thought, "What a complete fool."
Yan Wan invited the two imperial physicians back to bandage Ji Mohan's wounds. The two physicians were also somewhat surprised to see the various wounds on His Majesty's wrist.
"Please, the two imperial physicians, examine His Majesty carefully and do not overlook any other areas," Yan Wan said with some concern. His health was already weak, how could he endure so many wounds?
"Yes, we will do our utmost," the two imperial physicians said in unison.
After the two imperial physicians examined him with all their might, they discovered that His Majesty had brought this upon himself, cutting himself so many times; these were merely superficial injuries.
But they dared not say it, for fear that their heads might suddenly fall off.
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