Qing'er was left instantly stunned and her eyes widened several times over. “W-why? Why can't the Young Miss possibly never return?”

“Her Majesty the Empress was taken away by a blond man. His Majesty fought that blond man and lost. That blond man said he was going to leave this world with Her Majesty and never return,” sighed Wuhen.

Qing'er's hands instantly clenched into fists, as her vision turned blurry. So, the prince had lied to her about the Young Miss going to rescue someone and will return after some time. The truth is, she was captured.

The imperial doctor's eyes quivered after what Wuhen said. His Majesty has loved only Her Majesty the Empress for over half a year now. For her, he sent all the beautiful women from his harem away and told the court that he would never marry another. Who would have thought that Her Majesty would end up getting kidnapped? This must have been a huge blow for His Majesty. Judging by his physical condition, if he continues to be depressed and self-destructive, then he would only have a month to live!

The imperial doctor sighed and spoke in an old, croaky voice. “I'll send someone with medicine later. Remember to give it to His Majesty on time, and remember to try to comfort His Majesty. Don't let His Majesty continue to be self-destructive.”

With that said, the imperial doctor stood up and left with the medical box.

Qing'er's vision turned blurry. 'Young Miss, are you really not coming back?'

Wuhen stood on the spot, looking at Han Moze who was pale and sighed. Wouldn't it be great if Her Majesty the Empress suddenly returned…

After the medicine finished brewing, Wuhen thought of every way to possibly feed it to Han Moze but he refused.

In the end, all he could do was give up.

The next morning, Han Moze forcefully opened his eyes, then got out of bed after repeatedly coughed a few times.

Wuhen immediately emerged from the shadows and helped Han Moze up.

“Don't worry about me! Go get me several bottles of wine!” said Han Moze in a deep voice.

“Your Majesty, you mustn't! The imperial physician said that you mustn't drink wine!” cried Wuhen with furrowed brows.

The pale-faced Han Moze glared at Wuhen. “You want to defy my orders? Hurry and get me some wine! I want a drink!”

Wuhen helplessly took a deep sigh, then turned on his heels to fetch the wine.

Han Moze sat at the table, drinking alone. He gulped down the entire jug, then smashed it to the ground.

After an hour had pa.s.sed, Han Moze still remained absent from court.

When Han Moxi arrived at the Dark Moon Palace, he was shocked to see a floor full of wine jugs. Immediately, he grabbed the wine from Han Moze's hand and tried to talk him out of it. “Royal brother, quit drinking. It's bad for your health!”

“Get out! Form now on, you'll be handling all my duties at court!” cried Han Moze flatly, before he flung Han Moxi's hands from the jug. He swung his head back and continued to down the wine.

Han Moxi gritted his teeth and swept his arm across all the wine on the table to the floor. Then, he turned to Wuhen, who stood to one side, and gave his orders. “From now on, don't give my royal brother anymore wine!”

“B-but…” stuttered Wuhen. Did he dare defy the emperor?

Han Moxi anxiously furrowed his brows. “From now on, I'll be staying at the Divine Hall. If anything happens to my royal brother, immediately come find me!”

“Yes, milord,” Wuhen replied promptly.

“Young brother, I'm coming in!” Suddenly cried Lian Jiuhua from outside.

“Brother Jiuhua!” Han Moxi exclaimed from inside.

Lian Jiuhua grinned slightly, then opened the door and walked into the hall to find Han Moze a drunken mess. All of a sudden, he turned pale at the sight of how Han Moze looked as if he was going to collapse at any given moment. He immediately s.n.a.t.c.hed the wine from his hands and smashed it loudly to the ground.