His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"Mo Sangyu!"

A cold, angry shout rang in his ears, instantly pulling Mo Sangyu back from his chaotic consciousness.

The next second, a strong feeling of suffocation came over her, and the cold fingertips almost dug into her flesh.

What happened?

Who is choking her?

Mo Sangyu struggled to open her heavy eyelids, and her blurred vision was suddenly met with a pair of scarlet eyes like those of a wild beast.

"How dare you! You've only just arrived and you dare to kill my men. Do you really think that just because you were sent by him, I won't dare to kill you?"

The man's deep, cold voice was filled with intense disgust and murderous intent.

As he spoke, the pressure on his hand tightened.

Whose people are you killing?

Mo Sangyu didn't have time to figure out what was going on, because she might be strangled to death by this man at any moment.

Oh shit.

No one has ever dared to choke Mo Sangyu!

That bastard, he's dead meat!

Despite the dizziness caused by suffocation and lack of oxygen, Mo Sangyu gripped the man's wrist tightly with one hand while rapidly forming hand seals with the other.

Heaven and earth, black and yellow... No, that's not right!

She has clearly disappeared; this is not her body!

So, she successfully reborn using another's body?

With a new body and her spiritual power sealed, Mo Sangyu is no match for this man now.

The man suddenly tightened his grip, clearly determined to kill her.

Mo Sangyu's vision blurred, she felt dizzy and her ears rang, and her consciousness gradually became blurred.

No.

Having finally been reborn, how could she die such a pathetic death?

Mo Sangyu's fingers twitched slightly as he formed a hand seal once more.

As she moved, a faint blue light shone from her fingertips.

"Heaven and earth act as matchmakers, destinies intertwine, and all laws return to their origin!"

A faint voice softly rang out from Mo Sangyu's mouth.

Powerful, yet eerie.

With the last of her strength, she slammed the blue ice talisman she had barely managed to conjure into the back of the man's neck.

It felt like being stabbed hard by something sharp.

The man winced in pain, and his fingers loosened slightly.

Mo Sangyu collapsed to the ground, exhausted, gasping for breath. Her throat burned with pain, and each breath tasted of blood.

Once she felt her breathing become easier, she slowly looked up.

Before my eyes was a dilapidated new house simply decorated with a few red ribbons.

And she was wearing an elaborate and heavy bright red wedding dress.

Mo Sangyu frowned.

What did you give her to do?

Some unfamiliar fragments of memory appeared in my mind.

Through these fragments of memory, she quickly figured out what had happened.

She actually managed to find herself in another world by borrowing a body?!

Mo Sangyu remained calm.

On the contrary, I felt a faint sense of excitement.

She quickly sorted out the information about the original owner of the body.

The original owner was also named Mo Sangyu. She was the daughter of the Director of the Imperial Observatory. She studied Taoist arts at the Black Cloud Temple for a few years when she was young and knew some medical techniques.

The reigning emperor and her biological father, Mo Zhiyuan, used her sister's life as leverage to force her to marry the seventh prince, Feng Xingyu, who had been away on the border for eight years and whose power had grown to the point that the emperor could not sleep or eat in peace.

Their goal was simple: to gain Feng Xingyu's trust and then kill him.

As a result, just as the carriage arrived at the prince's residence in this desolate border region, two of Feng Xingyu's personal guards received news that the original owner of this body had come to assassinate their prince. So they took the initiative and eliminated this trouble for Feng Xingyu.

Unexpectedly, he was ultimately killed by the original owner of the body.

The original owner was also seriously injured as a result.

When Feng Xingyu arrived at the bridal chamber, he discovered that the original owner had killed his brother who had risked his life for him. In a fit of rage, he strangled the original owner to death.

And it was at this moment that she entered the original owner's body.

"What did you do?"

Feng Xingyu's body stiffened for a moment. When he came to his senses, he quickly reached out and touched the back of his neck.

I didn't touch anything.

How could there be no wound from that sharp pain?

He stared coldly at Mo Sangyu, his eyes still churning with a violent chill: "You vicious woman, what have you done to me?"

Hearing the voice, Mo Sangyu looked up at him.

The man in sight was tall and slender, dressed in a neat and tight-fitting military uniform that accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist.

Above that was a face that would make any young girl hold her breath.

His features were deep and sharply defined, with sculpted eyebrows, a high nose bridge, tightly pursed thin, crimson lips, and a taut, hard jawline.

She is quite good-looking.

Unfortunately, those dark eyes were unfathomable, like the ancient ice of the far north, sending chills down one's spine.

"It's nothing."

Mo Sangyu glanced at him for a moment, secretly making a judgment, a cold smile playing on her lips, accompanied by a wicked chuckle: "It's just a life-saving item. From now on, if I am injured, Your Highness will bear eight-tenths of the responsibility; if I die, Your Highness... will not survive either."

"Utterly absurd!" Feng Xingyu naturally didn't believe it.

"Don't believe me? Then you can try it."

Seeing the provocation in Mo Sangyu's eyes, Feng Xingyu's killing intent intensified.

He drew the short dagger from his waist with a backhand motion, and with a flick of his wrist, Mo Sangyu heard a whooshing sound and saw a flash of cold light before her eyes as the short dagger stabbed towards her chest.

The speed was so fast that there was no time to even react, let alone dodge it.

The sharp blade pierced the flesh.

The excruciating pain of a shattered scapula sent a jolt through Mo Sangyu, who bit her lip as a bead of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Almost at the same time, a muffled groan, barely suppressed and filled with extreme pain and disbelief, came from the other side.

Feng Xingyu's face was ashen, and his right hand holding the dagger trembled slightly.

Below his left shoulder blade, corresponding to the location of Mo Sangyu's injury, a tear appeared in his robe, and blood was gushing out, quickly staining his dark collar red.

That wound was clearly several times more serious than the one on Mo Sangyu's shoulder.

Feng Xingyu staggered a step, using his dagger to support himself on the ground, barely managing not to fall.

He raised his head, and his icy eyes were now churning with a turbulent undercurrent.

Shock, rage, and a hint of incomprehensible horror.

Upon seeing this, Mo Sangyu's red lips curved into a beautiful smile.

The Soul Pact has taken effect!

She endured the pain in her shoulder, raised her uninjured hand, which was only stained with a little blood, and slowly stepped forward.

Under Feng Xingyu's murderous gaze, she leaned down slightly, her blood-stained fingertips gently lifting his tense chin.

The bloodstains on his cold, handsome profile gave him a chilling, eerie look.

She looked into his pupils, which were slightly constricted by pain and rage, and asked breathlessly, "Your Highness, will you still kill me?"

Feng Xingyu's chest heaved violently as he stared intently at the face so close to his.

She appears pale and fragile, yet possesses a captivating and dangerous beauty, as if laced with poison.

After a cold, scrutinizing look, he refused to believe it and got up again.

Lift your foot.

With a sharp gust of wind, it kicked hard towards Mo Sangyu's heart.

That kick was enough to shatter her heart.

Mo Sangyu's pupils contracted, but he did not dodge.

"Bang!"

A heavy, muffled thud was heard.

However, the one who flew away was not Mo Sangyu.

It was Feng Xingyu himself.

The moment his foot touched Mo Sangyu's body, he was struck in the chest as if by an invisible giant hammer, and was sent flying backward, crashing into the mahogany table and chairs behind him with a loud "boom".

Tables and chairs shattered, and wood chips flew everywhere.

Feng Xingyu knelt on one knee and supported himself with his hand to avoid falling completely.

"puff……"

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

A sharp, clear pain shot through my left chest; two of my ribs were broken.

Feng Xingyu's face was filled with disbelief.

How... is this possible?

He looked at the bloodstains seeping from his robes, then looked up at Mo Sangyu, who had only been knocked down by the strong wind and had not suffered any fatal injuries.

The room was deathly silent.

Come on.

Mo Sangyu smiled coldly and wickedly: "Continue."