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s word.
Everyone in the Punishment Hall was overwhelmed by his momentum, and immediately bowed their heads.

Chu Yan looked at Yang Yifang, and said in a deep voice, “Hall Master Yang, I don't want to hear any gossip about today's matter in the Jiuzhong Palace.”

“Whoever it is that can't hold back their tongue, I don't mind pulling it out for him.”

“Yes! This subordinate understands.” The Hall Master replied with a shudder on his back.

Then Chu Yan finally left the punishment hall.
He carefully carried Mo Ren all the way back to Zhongqian Hall, then called the best physician from the Medicine Hall for diagnosis and treatment, and attentively watched the physician administer the best medicine on the wounds.
Everything was done according to the specifications of the Palace Master.

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Mo Ren suffered a serious injury, and Chu Yan again was concerned amidst his confusion.
After tossing back and forth for a day and a night, it was not until dawn the next day that the physicians from the Medicine Hall were sent away.
Naturally, a ban was imposed and rumors were not allowed to spread.

When all was said and done, there were still too many strange things in the previous life, and thinking about it now, there were many ones that were unclear. 

Perhaps Bai Hua's identity was not an ordinary spy, and the forces behind him were also extraordinary.
He was schemed against by this very person that was beside him for ten years, his great ancestral foundation was destroyed by his own hands, and he could only watch as his subordinates die tragically one by one……This blood-soaked revenge, this bone-eating pain, Chu Yan naturally wanted to return it back ruthlessly.

Now that he had recognized the spy's disguise, calmly recalling the past, he always felt that many seemingly inadvertent things may have been done on purpose; probably Bai Hua had already framed Mo Ren many times overtly and covertly, and he was always kept in the dark.
Qiu Quan, who served him personally, perhaps she couldn’t say it to him and be detailed about it.

Since he wanted to take revenge completely, he mustn’t alert the enemy, and the best policy was to take it slowly.

Withdrawing his thoughts, seeing the daylight outside and looking at the person sleeping on the bed, Chu Yan suddenly felt a warm feeling in his heart.

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He was indeed reborn.
His heart should have been a mess right now, but he was so absorbed by Mo Ren’s injury, and unknowingly accepted the absurdity.

Chu Yan was conceited and ostentatious by nature, and never believed in ghosts and gods, but now that he had accepted the fact of rebirth, his heart seemed to open up and relaxed as if he had seen the moon through the clouds.

What he did wrong can be changed; what he had destroyed can be made up; what he had failed to protect can be cherished. 

Good, very good.

Chu Yan held Mo Ren's slightly cold hand, stared at his handsome face sleeping peacefully, and his originally hesitant thoughts gradually settled down.
He thought about it for a long time.
Although it was too long and he couldn't remember clearly, he still had the impression that he and Mo Ren hadn't had their relationship fragmented at this time.
It shouldn’t be too late, as he was given the chance to start over again.

There were no other people in his sleeping chambers, thus no one noticed that the usually sharp eyes of the Palace Master of Jiuzhong Palace were actually soft at this moment.