His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Mo Sangyu turned around abruptly, but there was no one behind her.

It was a dart that grazed her sleeve and stuck to a dead tree next to her.

The dart was attached to a piece of paper and a piece of pale yellow cloth.

Upon seeing the fabric, Mo Sangyu's heart skipped a beat.

Again.

The lingering emotions of the original owner made her feel a pang of heartache and panic.

That pale yellow fabric was the original owner's younger sister's favorite ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress).

She took a deep breath, suppressed her emotions, stepped forward, pulled out the dart, and unfolded the note.

The note told her not to forget the purpose of her trip and to find an opportunity to act as soon as possible, or else her sister would be killed.

Mo Sangyu held the pale yellow fabric in her hands, her eyes gradually darkening.

Besides Linxia, ​​the Emperor of Dayou also sent other people to secretly monitor her.

Does one have to kill their own son?

They even forced a woman to kill!

Mo Sangyu laughed in extreme anger.

Dog Emperor!

She noted this down first.

Mo Sangyu scanned the surroundings but did not find any suspicious persons.

The person secretly monitoring her—if he doesn't show himself, fine; but if he does, she'll kill him!

It was already late when they returned to the prince's residence.

When she got back, she learned that the bowls, plates and utensils had been sent to the prince's residence.

Originally, Granny Yu was still worried in the afternoon. There were constant battles on the frontier, and the soldiers' armor needed to be replaced. The household expenses were tight, and there was no extra money to subsidize them. What should she do?

She rummaged through her room for a long time before finding a few pieces of worthless jewelry. Just as she was about to go out to think of a solution, she ran into the servant who was delivering tableware.

It was said that a young woman bought it for five taels of silver.

Granny Yu was completely bewildered.

Five taels of silver?

All the young women in the entire mansion probably couldn't scrape together five taels of silver.

Granny Yu asked the servant, "What does this girl look like?"

The servant said, "She had her face covered, so we couldn't see her."

This is doing good deeds anonymously.

What a kind-hearted living bodhisattva!

Granny Yu quickly instructed the servants to carry the tableware to the kitchen.

The new tableware is definitely better than the old ones.

Granny Yu was overjoyed.

However, she was still troubled by the girl's identity. Who was she? Could she have other motives?

Granny Yu hurriedly went to Yan Qing to inquire, and soon Yan Qing returned with the latest news.

It was bought by the princess!

This result surprised everyone.

That woman, is she really that kind?

Granny Yu took back what she had just said.

What kind of warm-heartedness is this? What kind of living bodhisattva is this? It's all just hypocrisy!

Besides, she broke the bowl, so she should pay for it.

Nobody here will appreciate her kindness.

Mo Sangyu was completely unaware of this.

Of course, she didn't care.

She doesn't need anyone to appreciate her efforts.

However, when Feng Mian went to the kitchen to get his dinner that evening, the servant women became much more obedient and did not dare to make things difficult for him anymore.

at night.

Mo Sangyu lay on the bed, pondering how to improve the original owner's bones and physique in the shortest amount of time.

After much thought, she realized that there was only one most direct and effective solution.

Cleansing the meridians and marrow.

However, this process is extremely painful and requires the use of specific herbal decoctions.

I wonder if the world can find all these medicinal herbs.

Whether it works or not, let's give it a try.

Otherwise, if one tries to improve this body through other means, it might take three to five years to see results.

Having made her decision, Mo Sangyu stopped thinking about it and went to sleep peacefully.

Since moving to the east wing of the main courtyard, which brought her closer to Feng Xingyu, she no longer instinctively got up in the middle of the night to look for him because of the soul contract.

Fengmian no longer has to worry all the time, and has been sleeping exceptionally well these past two days.

She thought that such a situation would never happen again, but unexpectedly, in the dead of night, Mo Sangyu, who was fast asleep in bed, opened her eyes again without warning.

Her eyes were unfocused, as if she were still asleep, but her body had already sat up on its own and stiffly got out of bed.

Feng Mian, who was guarding the small couch in the cubicle, was completely unaware and continued to sleep soundly.

Mo Sangyu walked barefoot and silently to the door.

She pushed open the door, and the cold winter wind immediately rushed in. As if she didn't feel the cold, she walked slowly out of the room wearing only a thin nightgown and headed towards the door of the next room.

Feng Xingyu has been handling military affairs while injured these past few days, and Luo Ming is really worried about his health.

After all, in a few days it will be time to take that medicine again. That medicine is poisonous, and long-term use will cause some damage to the body. However, if he does not take it on time, his internal energy will boil for no reason, causing the internal energy to flow backward and making him prone to qi deviation.

Over the years, Luo Ming has been trying to find a solution to this problem, but unfortunately, he has not found a better one yet and can only rely on that toxic drug.

Now that he is injured, taking that medicine at this time will likely cause even more damage to his body than usual.

Therefore, in order to allow him to recover properly and to prevent him from staying up all night to handle military affairs, Luo Ming added some calming medicine to his evening herbal soup.

That's why he went to bed early to rest.

Thanks to the effects of the sedative, he was able to fall into a rare deep sleep.

In the quiet room.

Suddenly, Feng Xingyu opened his eyes alertly, his gaze sharp as he looked toward the bedside.

There stood a slender figure, stiff and upright, in front of his bed.

By the faint moonlight filtering through the window, he could immediately recognize the figure.

Mo Sangyu?!

She was barefoot, wearing only a thin white nightgown, her long hair loose. In the silent night, she stood there silently, like a ghost, eerie and unsettling.

Feng Xingyu was startled and quickly sat up in bed, retreating to the inside of the bed, his muscles tensing as he went into a state of alert.

"you……"

He had barely uttered a single word when Mo Sangyu's body went limp and she collapsed onto his bed.

Feng Xingyu's eyes widened, and his body stiffened slightly.

In that instant, Mo Sangyu actually crawled into his bed, found a comfortable position, and then... her breathing gradually became even and long.

What is she doing, throwing herself into my arms?

Phoenixes fly and control the qi.

"Mo Sangyu!"

He grabbed her arm and yanked her out of bed: "Get up and get out!"

Mo Sangyu, whom he had pulled up, had her eyes closed, her long eyelashes casting shadows on her small face. Her body was limp, and she fell back down as soon as he let go.

You fell asleep so quickly?

"Stop pretending, get up now!"

How could someone walk in standing up, lie down, and fall asleep?

"Believe it or not, I'll throw you out!"

The only response he received was Mo Sangyu's light breathing.

Feng Xingyu felt a surge of anger rising in his chest.

In all these years, only Mo Sangyu has ever made him so angry that he couldn't control his emotions at all.

Looking at the woman who had taken over his bed and was sleeping so comfortably, he felt a surge of anger that he couldn't vent.

Damn.

He gritted his teeth, bent down, and swept her up in his arms, reaching under her knees and back.

He touched a thin nightgown, and a faint, sweet fragrance of a young girl wafted into his nostrils.

She was a soft, fluffy ball nestled in his broad arms.

Feng Xingyu frowned, showing no mercy whatsoever, and strode to the door, opening it with one hand.

Then, as if throwing away some rag doll, he tossed the person in his arms away with a flick of his arm.

He didn't even look down to see where he had thrown it; he only heard a muffled thud outside and slammed the door shut.

The moment the door closed, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head.

He reached out and touched his hand, finding it covered in blood.

Feng Xingyu: "..."

He slumped onto the bed, letting the blood slowly trickle down his head.

After an unknown amount of time, he gradually felt cold all over his body.

It's getting colder and colder.

It felt like being in a snowy wonderland.

Feng Xingyu couldn't help but shiver, his teeth chattering from the cold.

He suddenly realized...

It's because of Mo Sangyu again!

Is this woman an idiot? She won't wake up even after all this time?

Feng Xingyu cursed under his breath, suddenly stood up, strode over, and flung open the door.

Outside the door, under the cold moonlight, Mo Sangyu was indeed still lying in the same spot, maintaining the position he had thrown out.

His head hit a rock.

Feng Xingyu walked over with a dark face, picked her up from the ground, and took her back to her room.

After daybreak.

When Mo Sangyu woke up, she felt uncomfortable all over, and there was a lump on the back of her head for no apparent reason.

What happened?

I was sleeping restlessly last night, did I bump my head somewhere?

She had no recollection of it at all and didn't know what was going on; she seemed to have slept exceptionally soundly last night.

"Miss, you're awake?"

Feng Mian brought in hot water from outside: "Come and wash up quickly. After you're done, I'll go get breakfast."

Mo Sangyu nodded.

After washing her face and changing her clothes, Feng Mian took the water and left, going out for some fresh air.

As soon as I stepped out of the room, I saw Feng Xingyu also coming out of the room.

His head was wrapped in a white bandage, and when he saw Mo Sangyu, his gaze was chillingly cold.

Mo Sangyu: "..."

She silently touched the back of her head, a question lingering in her mind.

Where did you bump yourself last night? It was so serious!

"Your Highness, you can't go to the military camp today. Let Yuan Zhao go instead. Your head injury..."

Luo Ming chased after her from inside the house, but when he saw Mo Sangyu, his words stopped abruptly.

"Princess."

After a moment of silence, Luo Ming spoke first: "I'm begging you, can you please be more careful when you sleep in the future? His Highness really can't get injured again, he has to..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Feng Xingyu's cold and sharp gaze.

Mo Sangyu subconsciously touched her nose.

This time, she really didn't mean it.

Feng Xingyu said nothing and turned to leave. Luo Ming was about to follow when Mo Sangyu called out to him, "Doctor Luo, wait a moment."

Luo Ming froze.

He only said one sentence, is she going to beat him up?

"Princess Consort, I..."

Luo Ming took a step back: "I'm just a doctor, I can't afford to..."

"Don't misunderstand, I need your help with something."

Mo Sangyu gave him a very friendly smile: "It's too cold outside, why don't we go inside and talk?"

"..."

Her smile made Luo Ming instantly break out in a cold sweat.

He really wanted to refuse.

But he dared not.

"Come on, Dr. Luo, do I have to personally invite you?"

"No...no need."

He glanced at the room; it was a bedroom.

You absolutely must not go in.

What if... well, he won't be able to explain himself then.

"Your Highness, would you like to talk in the front hall?"