Lock her up.

  Once locked up, she won't be able to harm herself desperately anymore.

  So she raised her hands and looked at him, with tears of despair and longing for redemption in the corners of her eyes.

  That person stood in front of her, his face deathly pale, his eyes stained with the chill of a sleepless night, faintly glowing with a dark red light, staring unblinkingly at the figure huddled in the corner of the stone wall.

  Her whole body was aching and trembling, her two small blood-stained hands were pitifully and helplessly raised in front of him, with tears welling up in her eyes, making it hard for anyone to bear.

  Di Jun gently grasped her hand, Chu Ci's hand was icy cold, and there were still shocking cross-bite marks and bloodstains on it.

  The emperor slowly bent down, his eyes calm and tranquil, as if he had no emotional ups and downs. He picked up the shoes and socks she had kicked off, grasped her snow-white ankle, and silently put them back on for her. Only then did he raise his head, staring at her as he slowly spoke: "This king should lock you up to prevent you from running away from home all day."

  Chu Ci sobbed while hugging his arm: "I... just ran away once..."

  "Once?" Emperor Tong's voice was still low and deep, with a hint of anger that was hard to detect.

  Chu Ci dropped tears again with a disgruntled expression, "What can't be remembered doesn't count..."

  Di Jun's face remained expressionless as he hummed a soft tune, but the next moment, he pulled away her hand and took off his outer robe. Chu Ci, however, looked uneasy and grabbed at his sleeve again, her eyes welling up with tears: "Your Highness... it hurts..."

  The emperor wrapped his black cloak around her thin body, holding her in his arms, and whispered softly into her ear, "I'm holding you."

  It was probably his calm and gentle words that allowed Chu Ci to slightly wake up from the pain, clutching at his clothes, leaning against his chest and panting softly.

  It hurts, but I feel at ease.

  But such peace of mind was short-lived, wasn't she just dreaming?

  The Crown Prince really came looking for her...

  Then after she goes back, won't it implicate the Crown Prince again...

  At that time, Chu Ci was already a painful thing that couldn't be thought about afterwards, let alone pushing away the emperor's robes.

  The bento was like a sulky child who had run away from home and been found by his family and brought back.

  Because Emperor Chi had ridden his horse to find her, he lifted the child onto the horse and held her in front of him. He immediately mounted the horse, one hand embracing her waist and pressing her into his bosom, the other hand swinging the whip.

  He came in a dusty and exhausted manner, and when he took her back, he was still covered in wind and frost, but he hated to wrap her in his own clothes, not suffering from the slightest cold damage.

  The wind was strong, but Chuyi didn't feel cold at all, probably because she was being held too tightly by Emperor Mo. She was pressed tightly against his chest, and Chuyi subconsciously wanted to snuggle into his arms. Her addiction seemed to be slowly calming down at this moment. She grasped the clothes on his chest and couldn't help but ask softly: "Your Highness, how did you know... I was here..."

  She thought... Your Highness the Crown Prince would at least have to wait until she was dead before he could find her...

  The next moment, the clear and cold voice that came from above her head made Chu Ci's face inexplicably red: "Last time, the princess also hid here when she ran away from home."

  He spoke in such a calm and composed tone, which made Chu Ci involuntarily think of the words on the stone wall, and wonder if Emperor Chi knew that she had written many scolding words about him in the past...

  "My legitimate wife is really too sweet!"

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