"Oh?" The corners of Chu Mohan's mouth opened a sarcastic arc, "It turns out that there is a share!"

"Your Majesty, the minister has been wronged!" The Ministry of Industry Shangshu wept bitterly, "The minister didn't know that they actually bought a murderer to assassinate His Majesty! Chancellor really didn't! The minister has been wronged!"

"If you have it or not, you'll find out if you check it." Chu Mohan said, "Escort these two down and torture them, you must find out what crime they have committed!"

The Praetorian Guards immediately escorted the two men down, and the other officials were silent.

Chu Mohan glanced around them: "Who else wants to hide the crime?"

Everyone hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound.

"Retreat!" Chu Mohan threw away the cinnabar pen and stood up.

Chu Wanxiang walked out of the imperial study with him.

Back in Zhaoyang Palace, Chu Wanxiang immediately instructed the personal palace maid to prepare hot water, and she wanted to bathe and change clothes. Chu Mohan glanced at her and acquiesced.

Chu Wanxiang entered the bathroom, and after closing the door, she immediately took off the hairpin and veil on her head. The long disguise made her very tired. After removing the disguise, her whole person was much more relaxed. c

After taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, Chu Wanxiang came out, and Chu Mohan was leaning on the chaise longue and closing his eyes to recuperate.

"Are you idle today?" Chu Wanxiang raised her eyebrows and looked at him.

Chu Mohan opened his eyes, looked out the window, and said lightly, "A little sleepy."

"Then go and rest."

Chu Mohan said, "You sleep with me for a while, and then send me back to the East Palace."

Chu Wanxiang was stunned: "Don't you have a lot of notes that need to be reviewed?"

"There's no hurry."

Chu Wanxiang could only agree.

The two were lying on the bed, Chu Wanxiang turned over, lying on her side and holding the pillow, Chu Mohan turned his back to her, motionless.

After a long time, Chu Wanxiang couldn't help but ask, "Are you asleep?"

"Nope." Chu Mohan said, "I want to be alone."

Chu Wanxiang frowned slightly, and a strong sense of guilt surged in her heart. Last night's rocket incident must have something to do with Chu Mohan. He rushed to her rescue because he was worried about her. And she, in order to protect herself, put him in danger.

Chu Wanxiang sighed, turned around and hugged him tightly, burying her head in his chest: "Don't blame me."

Chu Mohan was stunned, he didn't expect Chu Wanxiang to say such a thing.

Although she didn't love him, she didn't want him to die.

If she had met him sooner, she thought, maybe everything would have been different.

"I don't blame you." Chu Mohan was silent for a long time and whispered slowly, "You don't have to take it to heart."

"Hmm." Chu Wanxiang responded, "You're tired for a day, go to sleep."

Chu Mohan closed his eyes, and what still appeared in his mind was the scene of the fire. He will never forget that when he was shot by an enemy on the battlefield, he was in a coma for five years, and when he woke up, he lost a leg, became crippled, and fell from the high prince to the present.

He hated the prince so much that he vowed to one day take back everything that belonged to him. But he is not a rebel and thief who kills his brother and seizes the throne.

He just wanted power and status.

Chu Mohan's hand caressed her cheek, she was thin, the flesh on her face was almost sunken, and her chin was slender. He was suddenly a little frightened, afraid that she would leave him as she had done in her dreams.

Chu Mohan tightened his arms, hugged Chu Wanxiang into his arms, rubbed his chin against the top of her soft hair, and whispered, "Wanxiang...... Late Hunan ......"

"Hmm...... I'm here." Chu Wanxiang raised her head in his arms and looked at him.

"I'm sorry." He kissed her on the lips, tenderly.

He has always been reluctant to admit the influence she has had on him. He didn't know why he liked her, but he couldn't control his emotions. He also thought that if he didn't like her, she would be sad, right? After all, she liked him so much that she was willing to risk her life to go to the northwest for him, even disregarding her own life. He knew he owed her, and no matter what she did to him, he would not complain. But he couldn't lie to himself, he liked her.

I like it so much that I don't want her to be hurt, I want to give her a peaceful and happy future, I think

You have to spoil her, protect her, and protect her for the rest of your life. But she rejected him.

He knew she was avoiding him because he didn't want to marry her. He tried to change her attitude, but failed every time.

He didn't want to persecute her, so he chose to run away. He wanted to give each other space and not embarrass her between the two.

Chu Mohan has been thinking about how to make her accept him, but he has never dared to take the first step.

He had always felt that he was a coward, and he did not dare to try to take that step. It wasn't until that day at the banquet that he heard that she had been assassinated, that he chased after her in a panic, took her into his arms, and used all his strength and courage to say what he wanted.

Unfortunately, she rejected him. She said she didn't want to marry him.

His heart instantly fell to the bottom, cold to the bone.

Chu Mohan smiled bitterly, reached out and groped, and found her hand. He clasped her hand: "Wanxiang, don't push me away, let me hug you."

Chu Wanxiang pursed her lips. This sentence seems familiar.

She remembered.

Three years ago, Chu Mohan also said this to her in a similar tone, and her heart suddenly ached. At that time, she really wanted to push him away, she really wanted to kill him! She couldn't understand why she couldn't do it in the end.

Chu Mohan's fingers gently slid across her palm, staying at her tiger's mouth. His fingers were slender and dry, touching her skin, making her tremble slightly. She bit her lip and forced herself not to show anything strange.

Chu Mohan held her hand and put it on his chest: "My heart is beating fast, tell it, don't speed up again."

Chu Wanxiang raised her hand stiffly, patted him a few times, and comforted him, "Don't be nervous."

"I'm not nervous, I'm just ......" his voice was hoarse, as if suppressing some kind of grief, "I'm just scared, scared I'm going to lose you."

Chu Wanxiang's heart palpitated.

Chu Mohan suddenly turned over and pressed on her, leaned over and grabbed her lips, domineering and crazy. His kiss was hot and intense, as if it was about to melt her.

"Chu Mohan!" Chu Wanxiang struggled, "Don't do this! Hmm......"

Her struggles were fruitless, and she was imprisoned by him. She was suffocated by his kiss, and he finally let go of her, but did not leave her lips, but pressed her forehead against her forehead: "Wanxiang, you have to promise me, no matter what happens, don't abandon me."

His voice was choked, and Chu Wanxiang felt that his heart suddenly twitched and ached.

"No, it won't." Chu Wanxiang tried to calm herself, "We are already husband and wife, no one wants to break us up."

Chu Mohan breathed a sigh of relief, wrapped his hands around her slender waist, and pillowed his head on her shoulders: "Wanxiang, I don't know how to prove that I like you. But I know you've always liked me, haven't you?"

Chu Wanxiang was silent.

Chu Mohan's deep magnetic voice continued to flow in his ears: "No matter what I do to you in the future, don't be angry. I know I'm not good enough for you, but don't abandon me."