Outside the Prime Minister's Mansion

Meng Anya wasn't surprised to see Mo Yijun here. More like he had long expected that he would definitely be here when this man knew that he left his side. This man had always been like this. Every time, they've met, then fall in love and be obsessed with each other. It's already by instinct that either the two will wake up if one left the side of the other under whatever circumstances.

He looked at his love standing just there, surrounded by white snow, which even gathered on his head like cottons, on his arms hung a small size winter heat padded coat obviously for him, waiting for him to finish his business.

When Mo Yijun and his eyes meet, the latter's silvery irises will change from blank indifferent gaze to a love filled ones. As Mo Yijun spotted him, he walked towards him. As if it's his right, Anya allowed his man to put that warm winter coat on him, even wrapping that scarf from his own neck.

This man's face remained indifferent but his tone was soft like his gaze towards Anya, "Finished?" asked Mo Yijun, not even asking him why he is here.

"Un." Meng Anya reached out his hands upward towards Mo Yijun, whom the latter understood the reason for his actions and moved to carry him in his arms.

Meng Anya moved his hands around and took the other ends of the scarf on his neck to wrap it to Mo Yijun's neck and share the scarf with his husband. After then he slithers his arms inside his coat to hug him. Mo Yijun allowed his wife to do what he wanted and opened his coat further to let the little one inside before wrapping his coat to them both while carrying him.

When he saw Meng Anya leaned his head near his neck, he couldn't help but give those slightly pale lips a short kiss then peck his forehead before whispering softly.

Mo Yijun, "Sleep well, Baby."

Rendered speechless by the corner who was fed dog food at such a distance, Old Butler was stunned by the scene. This is the first time he had seen his young master pampered someone to such extent. Much less to see the young lord acted spoiled like that to someone even more so towards his father, Meng Huang.

The old butler flinched when he saw Mo Yijun gaze back at him as he immediately saluted and saw his young master's gaze move away from him and looked at the window of the second floor where the master's office resides. After half a minute Mo Yijun moves to leave the place.

"We're leaving." Said Mo Yijun to the old butler.

The old butler lowered his head respectfully, "Please be careful on your way, Young master, Young lord."

After which Yijun took his leave with his wife. Only when he saw that the car of Mo Yijun took off that he looked towards the place where the Young master stared, he then saw his master standing by the window watching Mo Yijun's car leave the Mansion's gates with an unreadable expression on his face.

A while after, the old butler had appeared before his master, he saw the prime minister standing by the window still looking outside in dazed until the car that just left was finally outside his line of sight. There was a long silence within the room, the old butler remained on standby waiting for orders that his master would give. He heard his master take a deep breath out, sighing.

"Old Fu, was that Yijun who picked An'er just now?" asked the Minister.

Old Fu, "Yes, master. He is the Young Master Yijun."

"I see."

The minister looked back to look at his butler with a serious expression on his face before he spoke.

"Pull out our people from Underworld City and announce that Underworld City as a legal premise of the country. Changed its name to Anyi City and called my lawyer to tell him I need to change my will." Said the minister.

After hearing what his master just said, the old butler couldn't stop himself from showing a disbelief expression on his old face even forgetting his manner before his master. What he just heard that now rendered him speechless and caught him off guard.

He would have never expected that his master would say those words which seems to show that he finally accepted Young Master Yijun as his rightful heir.

Old Fu in a state of skepticism, "M-Master… are you sure?"

The minister ignored his incredulous expression and sat back on his chair preparing to smoke.

"Yes. Sooner or later their relationship will be out of the closet. As they do, you should prepare a press conference announcing Mo Yijun as my scion. After my death everything of mine will be his. Only then when An'er revealed his identity that people will be able to accept Yijun as his partner. After all, An'er identity is even above mine as the minister. He is this country's only treasure. Yijun at least need my backing as the minister's son for those greedy old men to accept him."

Old Fu kept silent "..."

He understood what his master was saying. After all he has been by the side of the Young Lord ever since his master fell in love with the Lady of Xue. He also knew how important that child is to their country. This old butler also knew why his master made this decision.

Even though most of this decision is to clear a path for his young master, he knew that his master is only doing this for the young lord. Because for the master, the young lord is the most important person after Lady Xue. Young Master Yijun had never been the reason for this cold man's kindness.

The Prime Minister's obsession for the Lady of Xue even moves to Meng Anya and in his heart the young lord is even more important than his own son, Mo Yijun.

"While you're at it, go prepare special forces to protect those two in shadow. As well make an appointment with Meng Huang and Xue Ling. Go now." Said the minister while smoking.

Bow his head, "As you wish, Master." Replied Old Fu who then left to follow his orders.

Leaving the prime minister in his office wallowing in silence.

"Giving my son to An'er to protect him, should be enough repayment for putting him to danger. You will forgive me right? After all I am willing do anything for you, Meiyue." murmuring alone, the prime minister looked in the distance as if seeing a figure that haunts him in his dreams.

His standing figure in darkness gave the feeling of desolation and unexplained sadness.

Without knowing anything about the Prime Minister's plans, Meng Anya and Mo Yijun returned home in silence. As soon as they entered the bedroom Meng Anya noticed that the incense he left inside their room was gone, even the lingering scent was completely ventilated.

But never once Anya thought of asking his husband the question why the item that is supposed to keep a human asleep for the whole night took no effect on you. He only continues to move, turning a blind eye at the strangeness of his lover. After changing their clothes to pajamas, the two had never had any conversation. There's only silence between them.

Only when they both sat on the bed that Mo Yijun hugged Meng Anya from behind with the former leaning his head to the gaps of his wife's neck. Despite doing that this man remained silent, not intending to speak a single word. This action of his made the latter couldn't hold his temper and pulled at the hair strands of his husband.

Meng Anya, "Are you still not going to tell me anything, my husband?"

Mo Yijun kept his silence intending to give his wife deaf ears. "..."

Sighing as if he after his defeat, "Just answer the questions you wanted. If not just shake your head. I'm warning you if you dare don't give me answers, I will leave you here now!" said Meng Anya as his temperamental personality is out.

Mo Yijun didn't answer but Meng Anya felt that the arms around him tightened and pulled him even closer to Mo Yijun. He knew that his husband was willing to compromise with him, but the former continued to lay his head on his shoulder hiding his face.

Meng Anya: "Who are you?"