His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

The Great Netherworld Palace.

The atmosphere in the Imperial Study was tense and oppressive.

Emperor Feng Mingyuan, sitting on the dragon throne, wore a bright yellow dragon robe. Although he was middle-aged, his face was still handsome.

He was very similar to Feng Xingyu, but his eyebrows and eyes were colder and more gloomy, and the pressure of being in a superior position for many years was not concealed.

At this moment, his face turned pale, his fingers gripped the armrests of the dragon throne tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

Mo Zhiyuan knelt before the imperial desk, his forehead pressed tightly against the floor tiles, his official robes soaked with cold sweat.

He didn't dare to look up, only hearing the sound of a teacup being smashed to the ground, with shards of porcelain and scalding tea splashing onto his hands.

"waste!"

Feng Mingyuan's voice erupted in fury: "I ordered you to lure her here using Mo Sangwan, and this is how you handle things? Trying to fool me with a fake? Who exactly is Mo Sangyu? Is she even your daughter? How can you, as her father, not know her methods?!"

Mo Zhiyuan was also caught off guard. He never imagined that his daughter, who had been neglected since childhood, would have such abilities.

Are all those rumors true?

His voice trembled: "Your Majesty, please calm your anger... This humble subject... This humble subject was also deceived by her, that rebellious daughter..."

"idiot!"

Feng Mingyuan cursed, "If you had discovered your daughter's abilities earlier, you wouldn't have sent her to the border, letting that monster benefit from her!"

"Your Majesty, those are just rumors... none of them have been verified yet, so they cannot be believed entirely."

Looking back, Mo Zhiyuan realized that the girl had only spent a few years in a place like the Black Cloud Temple, which was full of charlatans. After she returned, her second wife deliberately ruined her reputation, which made her a well-known charlatan in the capital.

She had no real skills or abilities; otherwise, how could she have allowed herself to be manipulated by her stepmother and even had to agree to marry into the border region to assassinate the Seventh Prince in order to protect Sang Wan?

These rumors might have been deliberately spread by them.

Upon hearing this, Feng Mingyuan took a deep breath, suppressing his surging killing intent, and his voice regained some of its icy coldness: "Eunuch Qing."

The old eunuch, who had been standing quietly to the side with his hands at his sides, stepped forward silently: "This old servant is here."

"What do you think? That dummy was so lifelike that if you hadn't seen through it, I probably would have been fooled."

Eunuch Qing bowed slightly, his voice soft and gentle: "Your Majesty, that dummy was indeed strange. It looked no different from a living person. Today, when you questioned it, this old servant sensed something was wrong. Unexpectedly, it spontaneously combusted when you tested it."

The implied meaning in their words cannot be discerned simply by looking at their appearance.

I don't know what methods were used.

Without testing with force, it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Especially Mo Sangwan, who was a fool, spoke incoherently, and cried easily when frightened. Even with only 20% of his power, Eunuch Qing made her spontaneously combust like a paper doll.

"Oh."

Feng Mingyuan suppressed his outward anger, his eyes darkening: "Playing tricks, is that all you've got? You think that by rescuing Mo Sangwan, I can..."

He suddenly stopped speaking.

Seemingly realizing something, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked at Eunuch Qing, saying, "Immediately send a message to that spy from the so-called Chen Kingdom. At all costs and as quickly as possible, find out for me whether that wretch currently staying in the Chen Kingdom is real, or just an imposter like these two sisters!"

"Yes."

Eunuch Qing's eyes narrowed, and without saying a word, he turned and left.

Only Feng Mingyuan and Mo Zhiyuan remained in the Imperial Study.

"What do you think they're trying to achieve by pulling this stunt?" Feng Mingyuan had already suppressed all his emotions, his voice unreadable.

Mo Zhiyuan knelt on the ground, wiping the cold sweat from his brow, and said, "This humble subject believes that saving Sang Wan is true, but it's probably only one aspect. There may be other conspiracies. After all, the Seventh Prince's power has grown considerably, and what happened back then..."

"Have they grown strong enough to command?"

Feng Mingyuan's eyes suddenly sharpened like knives: "Does he still want to seek revenge against me?"

"Your humble servant dares not presume to speculate."

Mo Zhiyuan lowered his head: "But the Seventh Prince must still be resentful about what happened back then, so we must be careful."

Feng Mingyuan remained silent for a long time, then suddenly chuckled softly, but his laughter was utterly devoid of warmth: "Very well, then I'd like to see how he intends to avenge this!"

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the majestic palace, his back exuding a sense of desolate coldness.

"Someone come here."

"Your Majesty," the commander of the Imperial Guard entered from outside, "I am here."

"Send more manpower to keep a close watch on all the key roads and city gates in the capital. Don't give any suspicious people any opportunity to take advantage of the situation. As for the people from the Tianyan Sect... let them be."

Since Su Qingnian, the eldest daughter of the Tianyan Sect, was kidnapped by thieves on the street, the people of the Tianyan Sect have been stationed in the capital for more than a month.

In their quest to find Su Qingnian, these people have become increasingly reckless.

Throughout the capital city, the activities of Tianyan Sect disciples could be seen almost everywhere, conducting searches and interrogations, and frequently clashing with officials or commoners.

Due to the power of the Tianyan Sect and the reputation of the Third Prince, the government has been turning a blind eye, but their dissatisfaction has been building up in secret.

"Yes."

The commander of the Imperial Guard agreed, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Your Majesty, should we restrain the Tianyan Sect? Their recent actions have been quite excessive."

Feng Mingyuan waved his hand, his eyes deep and unfathomable: "No need. Let Consort Rong and the Third Prince handle this matter themselves."

Perfect timing! He also wanted to see just how much power the person who had been checking and balancing the Crown Prince's faction for so many years actually possessed.

After he finished speaking, he saw that Mo Zhiyuan was still kneeling on the ground.

"What are you still kneeling for?"

Feng Mingyuan's voice was cold: "Go back and see if you have any other way to lure out your good daughter!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I shall take my leave."

Mo Zhiyuan had been the director of the Imperial Observatory for many years, and this was the first time he had ever seen Feng Mingyuan so angry. He was almost scared to death.

What a misfortune for the family! A rebellious daughter!

……

That night, thick clouds obscured the moon.

With Mo Sangyu by his side, Feng Xingyu successfully infiltrated the palace along an abandoned palace path almost completely buried by weeds.

He was very familiar with the terrain, and with the help of Mo Sangyu's divine sense, he easily avoided the various visible and hidden sentries.

It took the two of them nearly two hours to finally penetrate into the inner palace.

Instead of approaching the core areas such as the Imperial Study and the Imperial Bedchamber, they went directly to the northwest corner, to the almost deserted Cold Palace.

Feng Xingyu pushed open the dilapidated palace gate.

"This is where I lived when I was a child."

He turned to look at Mo Sangyu beside him, his tone relaxed, yet still tinged with a hint of self-deprecation: "Ayu, welcome to my old home."

Mo Sangyu walked in, her gaze slowly sweeping over her surroundings.

The palace walls inside were mottled, the halls were dilapidated, and the courtyards were overgrown with weeds. Only a few dark rooms were still barely standing.

A musty smell filled the air, and the faint sounds of a woman's shrill laughter and incoherent babbling could be heard coming from the neighboring yard.

Feng Xingyu... Did you live in a place like this when you were a child?

It is cold and damp.

"You've been living here all this time?"

Mo Sangyu used to think that her childhood experiences were quite similar to Feng Xingyu's, but now...

Ok.

Feng Xingyu's situation was far worse than hers.

When she was a child, she lived a life of luxury for at least a few years, until her soul awakened and she became the most rebellious and evil child in the family.

The clan elders said that she was eccentric and wicked, unorthodox, violated the rules of the Hidden Clan, and even created forbidden techniques without authorization, which was against the will of Heaven. Therefore, they expelled her from the clan.

Much later, she learned that the real reason she was expelled from the family was not entirely because of those things, but because... she was not her parents' biological child and did not belong to the true Hidden Race.

As for who she is?

She had struggled with this before and investigated it, but ultimately couldn't find the answer.

Now, it doesn't matter anymore.

"Um."

Feng Xingyu nodded, his voice lowering slightly: "I've lived here since I was born. At first, I lived with my mother, but after she died, I lived here alone for a few years."

After saying that, he deliberately changed the subject: "Your Majesty, I'm afraid you'll have to make do here for a few days."

Of all the palaces, this was the only place where he could relax and remain vigilant.

"What are you complaining about?"

Mo Sangyu strode in: "I'm quite curious about the place you used to live."

As she spoke, she pushed open the door.

By the faint starlight outside the window, one could see that the room was empty, with only a broken wooden bed with a missing leg and a crooked table.

Spider webs were everywhere in the corners.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of dust, and you could leave clear footprints when you stepped on it.

"Ayu."

Feng Xingyu stepped forward and pulled her out, saying, "Wait here for a moment."

He rolled up his sleeves: "I'll go tidy up."

Mo Sangyu was about to offer to help him, but he refused first: "Don't move, I can do it myself, it'll be quick."

He went in by himself, first cleaning the dust off the bed and the floor, then repairing the bed legs. After that, he found two relatively intact straw mats in the corner and laid them out, which were just enough to rest on.

After tidying up, he turned around and found Mo Sangyu standing quietly behind him, holding two quilts.

Feng Xingyu was stunned for a moment: "Where did this come from?"

Oh right.

I almost forgot.

Ayu's ability to transform things into anything familiar in his mind is a powerful tool.

"Thanks to you, this dilapidated house and bed can still be fitted with such clean and comfortable bedding."

"Or, should we change the bed too?"

"That will drain your spiritual energy..."

"It won't consume much; you can replenish it after a night's sleep."

Without saying a word, Mo Sangyu moved the broken bed aside and then conjured up a modern-style Simmons bed.

And then add cloud-like bedding.

Finally, they got a table.

"Alright, that's settled then."

Although this bed looks strange and out of place in such a dilapidated house, it's comfortable, that's all that matters.

"I'll go get some water to wash up."

After Mo Sangyu finished speaking, a basin appeared out of his hand.

It wasn't until she took the basin and went out that Feng Xingyu snapped out of his astonishment.

This bed, this table, are all familiar things to Ayu, but he... has never seen them before and doesn't know which country's style they are from.

Could it be something I saw in Silver Moon's memories as well?

The Imperial Observatory Director, Mo Zhiyuan, was a man who could observe celestial phenomena at night and predict good or bad fortune. His daughter... and Ayu, were they the people with the same magnetic field that she had mentioned before?

Feng Xingyu had always had a guess, which he had never confirmed with Mo Sangyu, but in fact, he already had the answer in his heart.

After leaving the house, Mo Sangyu used her divine sense to check the direction of the well.

The night was deep, and there were almost no lights within the Cold Palace area, only the pale starlight outlining the dilapidated buildings.

Having located the well, they hadn't gone far when they suddenly felt a sharp gust of wind coming from behind.

Mo Sangyu's eyes turned cold. Without thinking, he channeled his spiritual energy and slapped back with his palm.

As the spiritual energy surged, the air emitted a slight popping sound.

"Don't hit me, it's me!"

Just as the palm strikes were about to collide, a very low voice, filled with surprise, rang out.

Mo Sangyu forcefully shifted his force to the side, and with a muffled "bang," his palm struck the broken wall beside him, knocking down a pile of broken bricks.

Fortunately, there were few guards around, and the neighboring palace held many mentally unstable women.

The intermittent noise provided excellent cover for the area.

"How did you get here?"

After a moment of surprise, the man was delighted: "Did you come alone? Where's Feng Xingyu?"

Mo Sangyu looked at the figure in the darkness.

He wore a dark robe and covered his face with a matching cloak.

It is Chu Canglan.

That lecherous man who stirred up a hornet's nest.

People outside were searching for him all over the world, but he was hiding in someone else's cold palace.

With his abilities, he should have been able to leave the Great Netherworld with the people on the very day he abducted them.

Why are you hiding here?

Chu Canglan had just finished asking the question, and Mo Sangyu hadn't even answered yet, when Feng Xingyu, keenly aware of the commotion, had already run out.

The three exchanged a glance but said nothing.

The two followed Chu Canglan to the place where he had been staying these past few days.

He lived in the palace where those madwomen lived.

In a courtyard next to theirs, the house was also dilapidated, but it was kept quite clean and had all the necessary bedding.

These were all obtained by Chu Canglan personally from the Imperial Household Department.

A young woman was lying on the bed inside the room.

The woman was covered with a thick quilt, revealing only her pale, bloodless face.

She was beautiful, with a pure and ethereal beauty, soft eyebrows and eyes, a delicate nose, and pale lips.

But at this moment, her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes casting fragile shadows under her eyelids, and her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she were not at peace even in her sleep.

Her breathing was very light and shallow, and her chest barely rose and fell.

What was most striking was her complexion and her breath.

It wasn't just ordinary paleness; it exuded a deathly grayness, as if life force was rapidly draining from this body.

Even in its deep sleep, it gives the impression of extreme weakness, as if it might burn out at any moment.

This must be why Chu Canglan has been hiding here and hasn't left.

Because her body couldn't withstand the long journey.

But how could this be?

The magnetic field is fine, and Silver Moon's soul is very compatible with this body, so this situation shouldn't be happening.

Mo Sangyu took a look, then came out again, and the three of them stood in the courtyard.

"Have you seen Yin Yue? Do you have any way to save her?" Chu Canglan asked anxiously.

For more than a month, he tried everything, but Yin Yue's condition did not improve. He wanted to take her to Mo Sangyu, but he was afraid that her body could not hold up.

Unexpectedly, Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu came to Dayou and even went directly to the Cold Palace.

This is truly a timely help.

Chu Canglan could hardly contain his excitement: "You must have a way to save her, right?"

"I heard that the original owner, Su Qingnian, was born with a weak constitution. In theory, after Yin Yue's soul entered this body, it would be mostly healed by the new life force, and with proper recuperation, it would be fully cured."

Mo Sangyu said, "Tell me first, what has happened during this time?"

"She has amnesia; she doesn't remember who I am..."

"So, you forced yourself on her?"