His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"...How is that possible!"

Chu Canglan laughed in exasperation, utterly speechless: "What kind of person do you take me for?"

He said confidently, "I would never bully Yue'er. It's just that she doesn't remember me and is going to marry someone else, so of course I have to snatch her away first."

"Never mind, I'll go take another look."

Mo Sangyu was just asking casually.

She also felt that Chu Canglan shouldn't have gone that far.

Seeing Mo Sangyu enter the room, Chu Canglan quickly followed her in.

Feng Xingyu remained at the door, a hint of darkness in his eyes.

When Mo Sangyu went in this time, she carefully helped Su Qingnian... who should be Yin Yue now, and checked her over.

They discovered that her pulse was strange.

Its condition fluctuates in strength, which is definitely not a common ailment.

"I saw you had medicine in your hand just now. Did you have a doctor examine her?"

"I've seen them, but those doctors are all quacks. They said I was born weak, and the medicine they prescribed was completely useless," Chu Canglan said, barely suppressing his anger.

"Judging from the pulse, he is indeed born with a weak constitution."

Mo Sangyu frowned, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Does she simply not remember the memories belonging to Yin Yue, or does she not even remember Su Qingnian's memories?"

"I probably... don't remember any of it."

"You're not even sure what 'should' means?"

"Immediately because, since Yue'er regained consciousness, she has been wary of everyone, but compared to others, she still trusts me quite a bit."

Chu Canglan tried to explain, but as he spoke, his momentum waned.

He's really...useless.

Mo Sangyu sat on the edge of the bed. Seeing Chu Canglan's state, she didn't say anything more, only saying, "You go out first, I'll think of another way."

Chu Canglan was clearly worried, his gaze fixed on Yin Yue's face, filled with sorrow and heartache.

But he ultimately dared not anger Mo Sangyu at this moment, dared not refute, and dared not ask any more questions. He could only reluctantly leave, looking back every few steps.

Doorway.

Feng Xingyu leaned to the left, while Chu Canglan stood to the right.

Like two guardian deities.

The two looked at each other for a moment, then immediately looked away.

Each of them had their own thoughts on their minds, and neither of them spoke.

Inside the room, Mo Sangyu sat on the edge of the bed, closed her eyes, and first used her soul sense to scan Yin Yue's soul body to make sure it was intact. Then, she slowly and gently invaded her brain to explore the memories in her mind.

Half an hour later, she finally stepped out of the room.

"How is it?" Chu Canglan asked hurriedly.

"She indeed has no memories of Yin Yue and Su Qingnian, only memories of the past month or so after her rebirth."

Mo Sangyu briefly recounted the memories she had uncovered to them.

Su Qingnian, the eldest daughter of the Tianyan Sect, truly died but came back to life.

After waking up, his body, which had been so weak that it would have collapsed at the slightest breeze, suddenly felt much better, and he was able to get out of bed and walk around immediately.

The people of Tianyan Sect are all saying that not only did the young lady come back to life, but her health also suddenly improved, which is simply a miracle.

Sect Master Su Haotian, who is also her father, was so happy that he almost cried, and he cherished her like the apple of his eye.

There was also an adopted younger sister named Su Qingwan, who would run to her room every day, bringing her soup made from thousand-year-old ginseng or stewed snow lotus. She would call her "sister" this and "sister" that, and she was very sweet-talking.

Upon hearing of this, the Third Prince Feng Chengrui visited even more frequently.

He gave her jewelry and fabric, talked to her in a gentle and refined manner, and was impeccable in every way.

Seeing that the person was more energetic and looked better, Su Haotian finally said what he had been holding back for a long time.

That was her marriage to Feng Chengrui.

Previously, due to her health, the matter was delayed again and again. Now she is almost twenty years old and her health has greatly improved. If it is delayed any longer, the royal family will have objections.

Su Qingnian agreed outwardly, but felt empty inside.

After waking up, she didn't recognize anyone and couldn't remember anything.

Her father's love, her sister's affection, and her fiancé's thoughtfulness were all like looking through a layer of fog—visible but untouchable, unable to warm her heart.

She was like a puppet on a string, being pushed forward.

Therefore, she remained vigilant and never told anyone about her amnesia.

Just a few days before her wedding, her health, which had been improving, suddenly deteriorated again without warning.

Dizziness, fatigue, loss of appetite, and night sweats.

My mind became unclear, and I often felt confused and disoriented.

The doctor examined her and said there was nothing wrong. He said it was probably because she was too nervous about getting married soon, and told her to relax. He also prescribed a lot of calming medicine.

After drinking those medicines, she would fall into a drowsy sleep.

After waking up, I can be slightly more awake for a short while.

Just then, a strange man came into her view.

His eyes burned with a pain and urgency she couldn't understand. He said her name wasn't Su Qingnian, but something like Yinyue, and that she was his lover whom he had lost and found again, and that he wanted to take her away from here.

They also said that their home was in Youdu City.

Silver Moon's already confused mind became even more muddled.

Who the hell is telling the truth?

Whom should she believe?

She had absolutely no recollection of the man in front of her, but for some reason, she had a strange feeling that she would be safer by his side.

Unfortunately, her mind became increasingly confused, and her body grew heavier and heavier, as if she were sinking into a quagmire. She couldn't make up her mind whether or not to go with him.

Until the day of the wedding.

She boarded the wedding carriage in a daze and entered the capital city, but unexpectedly, the man snatched her away in the street.

At that moment, as he held her in his arms and she felt the trembling of his arms and the force that almost broke her bones, she suddenly realized that her choice was actually more inclined to leave with him.

Along the way, it seemed that no one noticed her abnormality. If she hadn't been taken away by this man, she might have died on her wedding night with Feng Chengrui.

She knew in her heart that this was probably not a natural disaster, but a man-made one.

Who could they possibly target?

Was it her loving father?

Or was it her sister who served her so attentively?

Or perhaps it's the gentle and refined Third Prince Feng Chengrui, her childhood sweetheart and soon-to-be husband.

She was too weak to make any sense.

This content is all the memories that Mo Sangyu extracted from Yin Yue's brain.

Upon hearing this, Chu Canglan seemed frozen in place, only the fury and killing intent in his eyes surging wildly, almost bursting forth.

He turned around and was about to rush outside.

"stop!"

Feng Xingyu reacted quickly, grabbing his shoulder: "Where are you going?"

"Avenge Yue'er!" Chu Canglan's voice was hoarse and tinged with blood: "Whoever dares to harm her, I will take their life."

"You mean you're just going to leave her here and ignore her?"

Feng Xingyu's voice was icy: "By the time you avenge her, she will be dead."

Chu Canglan felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head; his furious aura instantly deflated, and his shoulders slumped.

He looked at his slightly trembling hand and finally let go helplessly.

"I'm really useless, I can't do anything."

Mo Sangyu glanced at him and said cruelly, "The most important thing now is to find a way to save her life. If she dies again, I can't guarantee that she can be reborn."

Rebirth through possession, even once, is against the natural order.

Continuous use will inevitably lead to adverse effects.

"This is not a simple illness. Someone used extremely insidious methods to slowly deplete her foundation. It looks like a relapse of an old illness. The person who administered the medication is very knowledgeable and cautious."

Chu Canglan suddenly looked up, as if grasping at a straw: "How can you protect me? Tell me, and I'll do it!"

Mo Sangyu pondered for a long time before slowly speaking.

"I need a few things: a jade marrow lingzhi that is over a hundred years old to strengthen her body, an ice-heart snow lotus that is at least three hundred years old to protect her heart meridian, and the juice of the Nine-Turn Rejuvenating Grass as a guide. As long as I have these three things, I can completely restore her body to health."

"Okay, I'll go find it, I'll get it."

Chu Canglan didn't hesitate, his eyes filled with worry: "But if I leave, what will happen to Yue'er...?"

"You don't need to go too far. These medicinal herbs are available in the Great You Kingdom's treasury. It just depends on whether you have the ability to obtain them."

Feng Xingyu said, "As for Yinyue, she won't be discovered here. We'll be staying next door for the time being, so remember to hurry."

Is this really true?

Chu Canglan looked at Feng Xingyu, thinking that since he was a prince of the Great You Kingdom, he would naturally know some things about the royal family.

"Alright, I won't thank you enough."

He said no more, glanced deeply at the door, and said, "Moon, wait for me." Then he turned and left.

Be careful.

Feng Xingyu's voice rang out behind him: "You are now the number one wanted criminal by the imperial court and the Tianyan Sect. Your portrait is plastered everywhere."

"It's alright, only that old eunuch needs to be watched closely, the others..."

At this point, Chu Canglan suddenly turned back: "By the way, you should know that the old eunuch was a Grandmaster, right?"

Seeing that neither of them spoke, he said with a serious expression, "That old eunuch, although he is at the same level as me in martial arts, both of us are Grandmasters, he has also cultivated a secret technique, similar to that of the Umule of the grassland tribe. So, don't think that just because you two can beat me, you can definitely beat him."

Upon hearing this, Mo Sangyu nodded: "Understood."

Chu Canglan's figure flashed and disappeared into the darkness outside.

Another secret technique.

Isn't this world all about martial arts cultivation?

How did Wu Mule and Eunuch Qing come to know about these secret arts?

There are also defensive restrictions originating from Youdu City, which are quite unique in the Nine Provinces Continent.

Could it be that there are even more powerful cultivation systems, or even more powerful forces and races on the Nine Provinces Continent?

"What are you thinking about?"

Seeing that Mo Sangyu was lost in thought, Feng Xingyu waved his hand in front of her eyes: "It's almost dawn, go back and get some sleep."

"Um."

Mo Sangyu snapped out of her daze and casually set up a barrier in front of Yin Yue's door.

In this way, no one except Chu Canglan and the others can enter this room.

Of course, if Eunuch Qing discovers that something is amiss here, this barrier will be useless to him.

The two returned to the palace next door.

With this soft, cozy bed, I can still get a good night's sleep even in this kind of environment.

Mo Sangyu lay down and saw Feng Xingyu standing by the drafty window, gazing at the night sky.

His back was straight, and at this moment, he appeared particularly lonely.

Moonlight streamed in through the dilapidated window, outlining his cold, hard features.

She didn't say anything, she just watched quietly.

Feng Xingyu stood there, gazing out the window at the dilapidated palace, shrouded in night, a sight both familiar and strange.

The cool night breeze blew in; it wasn't actually cold, but it inexplicably carried a bone-chilling cold.

Just like the countless cold and desperate nights in his memory.

It was here, in this overgrown, deserted corner, that he spent the first and darkest ten years of his life.

The cold stares of the palace servants, the humiliation from his brothers, the desperation of not having enough to eat, and the deep-seated loneliness of being abandoned.

Although life was difficult when my mother was alive, there was always a glimmer of warmth and hope.

Later, he witnessed his mother being burned alive...

He still remembers the scorching heat of the flames licking the palace gates, and his mother's tearful yet unusually calm eyes when she hid him in an abandoned water vat.

And then there was that final instruction, telling him to live well.

In fact, he knew that his mother had been framed and burned to death, but at the same time, he had also willingly chosen to die.

To this day, he still doesn't understand why his mother abandoned him when he was only six years old to die.

And why was that man so heartless and cruel, watching his mother die without doing anything?

He had returned to that night countless times in his dreams, wanting to rush out, wanting to grab his mother, wanting to question that high and mighty man!

Why...

But each time, he would wake up in suffocating despair, his hands empty.

Hatred, like a poisonous vine, took deep root in his heart at that time, growing and spreading over the years.

He endured, he lay low, he desperately grew stronger, left this place, fought on the border, and established the Chen Kingdom...

Everything they did was so that one day they could return in good honor, uncover the truth, and avenge the blood debt.

But now, he's back, but in this way...

Feng Xingyu closed his eyes, his heart feeling as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand, a dull ache throbbing within him.

A mixture of overwhelming hatred and a near-destructive violence surged and churned within his chest.

His hands, hanging by his sides, clenched unconsciously, his nails digging deep into his palms, causing a slight stinging pain, barely suppressing the murderous aura that was about to burst forth from his body.

"Feng Xingyu."

Mo Sangyu's voice sounded from behind, very softly.

Feng Xingyu's body trembled almost imperceptibly, and those surging emotions receded abruptly like a tide.

He slowly loosened his clenched fist and turned around.

Mo Sangyu had already sat up, leaning against the headboard, looking at him in the dim light.

She didn't say anything comforting, nor did her eyes show any pity, only a calm understanding and a silent companionship.

She patted the spot next to her: "Come here."

Feng Xingyu walked over and sat down next to her.

Mo Sangyu reached out and grasped his clenched fist, her fingers gently brushing across his palm, leaving crescent-shaped marks: "I'm sorry, tonight, I overlooked your feelings."

Feng Xingyu looked at her and slowly shook his head: "I'm fine, Ayu, don't worry."

"I saw some clips of what happened back then, when you were injured. I know how you feel right now. If you'd like, let's try a different approach..."

"No, I don't want to fight the Great You to the death just for my own revenge. That would be letting down the brothers who have risked their lives with me, and... I would also be letting you down."

"But……"

When Mo Sangyu opened her mouth again, Feng Xingyu lowered his head and sealed her mouth with a kiss.

He touched her lightly, stopping her from saying anything more, and then stepped back.

"This time, Ayu, please listen to me, okay?"

Feng Xingyu coaxed softly in a deep voice, "If Ayu really wants to comfort me, why don't you call me something else, okay?"

"How...should I address you?"

Mo Sangyu frowned and thought for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Baby?"