On our wedding night, he personally sent me to the Regent's bed

His fingers trembled and his face changed suddenly.

Yanyan is gone?

Went to...the loquat forest?

Dozens of elite archers were lying in ambush there. Anyone entering the forest would be shot into pieces immediately.

Pei Mochen pulled up a smile that was uglier than crying, and thought: If Mu Wanyan leaves this time, she will definitely be separated from him by the Yin and Yang.

A severe pain that seemed to tear his entire body apart spread like a flood to every part of Pei Mochen's body.

His hands involuntarily covered his chest, as if he couldn't breathe there.

It hurts, it hurts.

He could hardly breathe.

Pei Mochen was like a lion with its bones pulled out. He trembled and leaned on the table with his elbows, trying to support his shaky body.

His heart ached to the point of suffocation, but he still stubbornly said in his heart:

Good, that’s good, let’s kill him and put an end to it all.

From now on, that Xichang spy will never try to seduce me again.

Pei Mochen gritted his teeth and felt his voice tremble:

"Yan Yan, since you are a spy and you came here for Dafeng's gunpowder depot, then don't blame me for being ruthless..."

"Yes, I should be happy. Because from now on, my career will not be disturbed in any way and will be smooth sailing."

Pei Mochen's eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was so sad that it was almost hideous.

He thought: From now on, he would no longer have to endure Di Xiuyan's bullying, and he would no longer have to send his princess to others to enjoy. He should be happy and smile.

But why? He felt like crying.

Yanyan, Yanyan is going to die? Is she going to be pierced by thousands of arrows?

Will she feel pain? Will she think of me before she dies?

She is so fragile, she will definitely cry, right?

Pei Mochen felt as if there were thousands of knives cutting his heart, the pain was so severe that he was almost numb.

His hands were shaking, and his fists kept opening and closing.

He picked up the wine glass casually, drank the wine in the glass in a daze, and put the glass down suddenly.

His palm was bleeding, but he seemed unaware of it.

When I wanted to pour myself another glass of wine, I found that the glass had been crushed by me without my knowledge.

Suddenly! In just a split second.

Pei Mochen's lips turned pale, his body began to tremble, and his ears began to ring.

He seemed to suddenly be unable to hear the noise at the party, and his brain was buzzing.

Pei Mochen kept reminding himself that this was a good thing, a great joyous event, and he should be happy.

He forced himself to focus on tonight's singing and dancing performance, and let his eyes focus on the beautiful singers, dancers, and even palace maids.

There was always a little man in his mind talking to him:

Pei Mochen, look, Mu Wanyan is not the only woman in this world.

Look, how beautiful the dancers are tonight? They are dancing in the veil, swaying gracefully.

Look at those singing girls, they are gentle, charming and pitiful.

Pei Mochen, you should like these women, right?

Just smile, these women are all yours.

Anyone can come to your tent tonight if you want, just move your fingers, and then accept the favor with thousands of thanks.

The villain sneered and said: Ha, which of these beauties doesn't know the rules better than the Xichang spies?

Pei Mochen tried hard to make himself agree with the villain in his mind. He pulled the corners of his mouth with all his strength, trying to make himself smile.

What he didn’t know was that this smile was uglier than crying.

His sight crossed the stage and met with his good brothers - Prince Yan and Prince Yi.

Prince Yan looked really happy tonight. He hugged his maid named Yewu with one hand and drank from the wine glass with the other hand.

The smile was particularly wicked and complacent.

Prince Yi seemed to be in a bad state: his eyes were dull and lifeless, his face was pale, and his body was still shaking slightly?

Pei Mochen felt heartbroken. Could it be that his eighth brother was also heartbroken?

No, definitely not.

My eighth brother, Prince Yi, must be sick.

Yes, it was a happy day, and the reason why my eighth brother didn’t smile must be because he was sick.

Well, so does this king.

This prince is definitely not upset because of Yanyan. Yes, this prince doesn't care about Yanyan at all. This prince doesn't care about her.

This king does not love her at all.

etc--

Love? Love?

How did this word come to my mind?

Haha, that’s ridiculous. I am really crazy.

At this time, the white tiger that was beaten to death by Pei Mochen in the afternoon had been carried up.

The tiger had exquisite patterns painted on its body and its fur had been specially cared for.

It was carried by four sturdy guards and walked around the banquet hall, drawing cheers from the whole audience.

Thunderous applause suddenly broke out at the dinner, and everyone cast flattering glances at Pei Mochen.

Obviously, Pei Mochen won the first place in today's hunt.

Some of them raised their glasses, some expressed their appreciation, and more people gave a thumbs up to the honorable Prince Chen.

These people opened and closed their mouths and said a lot of things, but Pei Mochen seemed to not hear a word.

His face turned blue and his heart ached as if it was being torn apart.

He reminded himself to cheer up because everyone was smiling at him and he had to smile back.

Pei Mochen kept shaking his head, trying to wake himself up. However, his ears were still ringing, and he couldn't hear any sound.

He used up almost all his strength to slowly stand up. Like a puppet, he trembled and raised his fists to bow to everyone to express his gratitude.

Everyone exchanged greetings and the atmosphere was very lively.

However, Pei Mochen could no longer hear a word.

He didn't even know that his father, Emperor Pei Lingsong, looked at him with admiration and praised him a lot.

Pei Mochen had no idea what prize Su Deping had brought in front of him.

He felt numb all over, and could no longer hear any sound except the pain.

It seems like I am dreaming at this moment.

Then, his eyes moved, and Pei Mochen discovered the tiger he had killed.

Tiger, tiger?

It was the tiger that that fool helped me block.

Mu Wanyan, the Xichang spy, he kept convincing himself that Mu Wanyan was a stupid person.

That’s right, Pei Mochen said stubbornly in his heart:

Isn’t Yanyan’s brain not very smart?

She is only at the fifth level of martial arts, yet she dares to rush forward to block the tiger for me. She is a woman who overestimates her own abilities.

Um, yeah, yes, that's it.

After repeated brainwashing, he said to himself:

"In the future, I must tell Zhu'er or my mother to protect themselves first when they encounter danger, and never do anything rash."

Suddenly, Pei Mochen shook his head and started laughing to himself again.

He himself was dumbfounded. His own sister and mother valued their lives so much, how could they rush over to help him block the tiger?

All his relatives - including his mother, sister, brothers, cousins... royal nobles, which one of them did not cherish life extremely, so how could they do such a stupid thing?

Not to mention his father, Emperor Pei Lingsong. He is the emperor and has many children, so he would never block a tiger for him.

Apart from Mu Wanyan, who else can help me block the tiger?

When life is in danger, it’s an instinctive reaction. If you don’t love someone to the extreme, who would rush forward to protect another person?

Love to the extreme?

Pei Mochen's heart ached again. Yanyan loves me to the extreme, right?

He was so miserable, as a child of the royal family, with a noble status and enjoying all the splendor in the world, but no one was willing to die for him.

Haha, except Yanyan, except my Yanyan, no one else will love me so deeply and rush to protect me?

Yanyan is the dumbest one. She is the only fool.

Pei Mochen smiled bitterly, but it was gone in an instant.

She was going to die, she was going to be killed by his archers.

He died of a heart pierced by thousands of arrows and a ruptured stomach.

Pei Mochen pinched his knuckles hard, trying hard not to think about Mu Wanyan.

He picked up the chopsticks and tried to pick up a piece of food to distract himself.

I found that my hands were shaking so badly that I couldn't even pick up a vegetable leaf.

He smiled self-deprecatingly: "It must be that I used too much force when killing the tiger today and hurt my hand."

I put down my chopsticks and sat back in my chair, my heart feeling as heavy as if it were hit by a hammer.

He felt that he was going to die, and he was going to die soon.

Pei Mochen had severe tinnitus and felt like vomiting.

He wiped the corners of his eyes, and something quietly flowed out of his eye sockets?

Well, the wind is too strong tonight and it hurts my eyes.

He quickly wiped away the crystal from the corners of his eyes. His father was still watching him from the high platform. What was he trying to do?

Pei Mochen held back the fishy sweetness rising in his throat, and kept using his inner strength to bring himself back to his senses from his trance.

But unfortunately, he seemed to have suffered some serious shock, and no matter how lucky he was, it was of no use.

"puff--"

Pei Mochen couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood from his throat, which he swallowed back.

It was painful and uncomfortable, but he couldn't be discovered by his father.

Can't let anyone find out.

Pei Mochen turned his head and began to look around the banquet.

In a trance, he seemed to have forgotten something, "Hmm? Yanyan, where is my Yanyan?"

He looked down blankly and saw an ugly sachet hanging around his waist.

The embroidery was very poor and the shape was ugly. There was also a crooked word "辰" embroidered on it.

Sachet? This is the sachet Yanyan gave him.

Remember that this was the treasure that Yanyan spent the whole night embroidering for him. How could he say that the sachet was ugly?

Yanyan's eyes were red from staying up late, and her hands were covered in blood from the needle pricks.

Yanyan?

Yanyan?

This king's Yan Yan!!!

Pei Mochen suddenly came back to his senses from the chaos, and his ears instantly became clear again. He opened his eyes wide and finally heard the voices in the crowd.

boom--

It was as if thunder had suddenly struck his head and his body felt as if it were being eaten by thousands of ants. Pei Mochen suddenly stood up from his seat.

I was so frightened that I got goose bumps all over my body and my teeth were chattering with fear.

"My Yanyan went to the loquat forest!"

Yanyan, Yanyan, my Yanyan.

"No, Mu Wanyan can't die. This king's Yanyan can't die."

Pei Mochen left the table abruptly, ignoring everyone's gazes.

He ran towards the loquat forest like a mad lion.