His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"Okay, then wait for me a moment."

Mo Sangyu did not make things difficult for him.

She went back to her room alone, wrote a prescription, and then went to the front hall with Luo Ming.

"Dr. Luo, please take a look at this prescription. If possible, I would like you to find all the medicinal herbs listed on it for me as soon as possible."

Upon entering the front hall, Mo Sangyu went straight to the point without beating around the bush.

Luo Ming was initially quite apprehensive.

After all, this woman is someone you really can't afford to mess with.

But upon hearing this, he paused, taken aback.

prescription?

Could she also know medicine?

Luo Ming curiously took the prescription, glanced at the herbs on it, and frowned in confusion.

What ailment is this prescription for?

He recognized each of these medicinal herbs individually.

Centuries-old snow lotus, Earth Core Fire Fungus, Chalcedony Lingzhi, Seven-Leaf Cold Star Grass...

Every single one of them is a rare and precious item.

The key point is that he had never seen such a formula before, combining these medicinal herbs.

Medicinal properties can be cold or hot, tonifying or purging, and some are so potent that they are often considered contraindicated.

Using them together like this is really...

Does it look familiar?

A scene suddenly flashed through Luo Ming's mind.

He felt like he had seen this prescription somewhere before.

But he couldn't remember what it was used for for a moment.

"Your Highness, may I ask about this recipe...?"

"I have my own uses, so just tell me if you can find it or not?"

"These medicinal herbs are all very precious. In addition to manpower and resources, it will also require a considerable amount of money to find them all."

He gave a wry smile, carefully folded the prescription, and handed it back to Mo Sangyu: "Forgive my bluntness, but given the current situation of the Prince's residence, I'm afraid... it's impossible."

Upon hearing this, Mo Sangyu fell silent.

She wasn't angry.

Because she knew that Luo Ming was telling the truth.

Feng Xingyu had 100,000 soldiers under his command, and the imperial court deducted military pay and provisions from them every year. Under such circumstances, it was already difficult for him to ensure that the soldiers on the frontier were well-fed and clothed and to defend the territory. Naturally, he had no spare energy to collect these precious medicinal herbs.

"It's okay."

Mo Sangyu said calmly, "Doctor Luo, just go and search. Find as many ingredients as you can. As for the money, I'll figure something out."

Luo Ming looked at her and felt a sense of peace emanating from her for the first time.

"Are these medicinal herbs very important to the Crown Princess?"

These words carried a hint of probing.

He regretted it as soon as he said it.

He's just a doctor; it's not good for him to know too much.

It's bad for his life.

"Um."

Seeing his reaction, Mo Sangyu smiled faintly and said, "Don't be so afraid of me, I don't eat people."

Luo Ming felt a little embarrassed that his thoughts had been seen through.

"Well... okay, I'll do my best."

He put away the prescription, bowed to Mo Sangyu, and left.

Right now, in the entire mansion, probably only Luo Ming can maintain a calm demeanor when speaking to her.

To get him to take this to heart and truly do his best to help her find it, we still lack the motivation.

silver.

Mo Sangyu is a man of action.

She returned to her room, picked up her pen again, and wrote a reply to the person who was secretly watching her.

Let's take a gamble.

"Fengmian, I'm going out for a bit."

After finishing breakfast, Mo Sangyu went out of the mansion again.

As soon as she stepped out of the mansion, her soul sensed that someone was following her.

Although the exact location of the other person could not be seen, it was certain that it was the same person who had been following him yesterday.

It seems that Feng Xingyu must have arranged for someone to keep an eye on her.

Mo Sangyu ignored him.

In any case, she never intended to hide what she was going to do from the people of the Prince's residence, because no matter what she did, they wouldn't dare to do anything to her, and she would not take the initiative to become their enemy.

She walked to the withered tree from yesterday, conjured silver needles with her spiritual power, and flicked her finger to nail the reply to the tree trunk.

He glanced around discreetly.

No one noticed.

No suspicious persons were found.

The person sent by the Emperor of the Great You must be quite skilled.

With her current strength, killing this person would probably be quite difficult.

But there's no one Mo Sangyu can't kill if she wants to.

After sending the reply, Mo Sangyu wandered around for a while.

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, when I returned, the letter had already been taken away.

Mo Sangyu curled her lips into a smile and turned back.

She originally planned to go straight back to the mansion, since there wasn't much to see in this run-down place.

But when she turned onto an inconspicuous street, she realized that she had never been here before.

She walked a little further ahead.

Walk until you reach the end of the street, then turn a corner, and you'll see a high wall in front of you.

She continued forward along the high wall.

After walking for almost half an hour, we suddenly saw a large gate.

The gate was wide open at the moment, and there were many pedestrians coming and going.

The scene here was completely different from the streets she had visited yesterday.

Although the buildings with blue bricks and red tiles are still low, they are now worlds apart from the others.

Mo Sangyu walked through that gate.

With just one glance, she roughly understood.

This area is like the wealthy district of the border town.

There weren't many pedestrians on the street, and there were some shops on both sides.

As she walked along, she saw shops selling clothes and fabrics, jewelry, inns and taverns, weapon shops, pharmacies, pawnshops, and brokerage firms...

Mo Sangyu saw a map of the border town for sale at a street stall and promptly bought one.

Upon closer inspection, I was startled.

The entire border town was much larger than she had imagined.

What she saw was only a corner of the border town.

The streets beneath her feet were indeed the affluent area of ​​the border town.

Besides the shops she had seen, there were even more extravagant, bloody, dark, and chaotic places.

It is a den of iniquity for those who are audacious, thrill-seeking, and wield wealth and power.

No matter the world, there are always places like this.

With the help of the map, Mo Sangyu accurately located those areas.

As soon as she stepped into that area, she immediately sensed several pairs of eyes subtly sweeping over her.

She was still wearing a mask today, not afraid of revealing her identity.

The air was filled with the cloying sweetness of cheap cosmetics, the sourness of inferior alcohol, and a faint smell of blood.

The signs hanging on both sides of the street exude a sense of crudeness and allure.

Naturally, brothels and gambling dens were indispensable.

There is also a relatively quiet store.

Auction house.

Mo Sangyu walked through these places one by one, and at the very end of the street, he saw an inconspicuous side door with a sign for the underground arena hanging on it.

Two men with fierce eyes stood at the door.

The entrance is rather hidden, requiring you to descend several steps. You can vaguely hear the roars of wild beasts and the frantic shouts of the crowd coming from inside.

Mo Sangyu stood at a distance and observed for a while.

It was discovered that anyone wishing to enter this arena would need to pay an entrance fee.

She closed her eyes slightly and quietly probed downwards with her spiritual sense.

Below is a huge circular area enclosed by rough timbers and iron cages.

In the center of the arena, two nearly bare-chested slaves, covered in old and new scars, were fighting to the death, their blows landing hard and blood splattering everywhere.

The surrounding area was a tiered platform filled with excited spectators dressed in all sorts of clothes, shouting, cursing, and waving their betting slips.

As the match ended, the winner, panting, raised his bloodied fist, while the loser was dragged away like a dead dog.

Immediately afterwards, the bookmaker began announcing the odds for the next round and information about the slaves on both sides.

It turns out that the Colosseum is not only a battleground for beasts, but also for people.

Mo Sangyu returned via the same route.

She doesn't have any money on her right now, so there's no need to waste her time.

In the future...

This might be a place where she can make a fortune.

Back at the Prince's residence.

Mo Sangyu glanced instinctively toward Feng Xingyu's study.

Just as I was about to go back to my room, the door to the study was opened.

Gu Jinzhi and Yuan Zhao walked out from inside.

Upon seeing Mo Sangyu, Yuan Zhao's face immediately revealed a look of hatred and hostility.

"Princess."

Gu Jinzhi nodded to her very gently and politely, his face showing no unfriendly emotions, as if he had never had any objection to her as the princess consort.

Is this the strategist beside Feng Xingyu?

They hid their emotions very well.

Indeed, he is different from those fools.

Mo Sangyu smiled slightly at him, then turned and went back to her room.

"Mr. Gu, why are you paying attention to her?"

Yuan Zhao was puzzled: "This vixen has harmed His Highness and Yan Qing so badly. Even if we can't kill her, we shouldn't give her a kind look."

"How many times have I told you not to always express your truest emotions and make yourself transparent to others?"

Gu Jinzhi really couldn't be bothered with him.

"You'd better get going and go on patrol. Don't let the people from the North have a chance to sneak over and harass the nearby villagers."

"oh."

Yuan Zhao wanted to say something more, but swallowed it back and turned to leave.

That evening, after finishing her dinner, Mo Sangyu remembered the bump on her head. She carefully checked the headboard, footboard, and under the bed, but couldn't find anything that could have caused her head to bleed.

What exactly happened last night?

She is usually very alert; she can sense anyone who gets close to her bed, let alone bump her head.

How could you be sleeping so soundly?

She asked Feng Mian if she had gotten up in the middle of the night last night, or if she had fallen to the ground.

Feng Mian shook his head, saying that he hadn't heard any noise, but when he woke up in the morning, he saw her sleeping soundly, so there probably wasn't anything.

This is strange.

Fortunately, after sleeping through the night, everything was normal the next day.

Mo Sangyu then stopped thinking about it.

Over the next few days, besides walking around the mansion, she studied the border town map, deduced several possible money-making plans, and waited for news of Luo Ming's medicinal herbs, as well as for the response from the watcher in the shadows.

However, the atmosphere inside the mansion suddenly became tense.

Feng Mian found out after inquiring.

The Northern Di cavalry are here again.

It is said that the Seventh Prince of the Great You Kingdom, who has never been invincible, was injured because he received news from an unknown source!

This is fantastic good news for them.

With a probing intent, they harassed border villages, burning, killing, and looting, endlessly testing Feng Xingyu's bottom line.

Such wars occur several times a year. In order to avoid wasting resources and manpower, Feng Xingyu would simply drive them away each time and then stop fighting.

But this time, he was truly enraged.

Of course, Mo Sangyu also played a part in this; the frustration and anger she suffered at her hands could be vented on the Northern Di soldiers.

"Miss, I heard that the Northern Di soldiers were badly defeated this time. Their leader was even captured alive by His Highness and hung on the city gate tower. They use him as a target, shooting arrows at him every day. Now that leader is almost like a hedgehog."

Feng Mian was truly puzzled, so he couldn't help but say a few more words.

"Seventh Prince is such a good person. With him around, those enemy troops don't dare to bully us. Why does His Majesty insist on killing him? Miss, could you... please not kill him?"

Mo Sangyu had only been listening casually, but upon noticing someone outside the door, she smiled silently and deliberately said, "Then..."