His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Feng Xingyu: "..."

What kind of expression is that?

Mo Sangyu saw that he didn't speak, but judging from his expression, he wasn't dissatisfied.

Why am I blushing a little?

Not really.

How could someone as shameless as him blush?

Mo Sangyu couldn't help but laugh, and called out again, "Baby?"

Feng Xingyu slowly leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "Call me brother."

"...That won't do." Mo Sangyu refused.

Why?

"because……"

Although this body is younger than Feng Xingyu in age, she is older in mind.

"It just won't work."

"That……"

Feng Xingyu looked at her slightly reddened earlobes, chuckled softly, and leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her cheek: "Call me 'husband' so I can hear it?"

Mo Sangyu felt a surge of heat rising to her head and reached out to push him away: "You're doing it again."

"How did I get here?"

Feng Xingyu took her hand and placed it on his heart, letting her feel its steady beating: "Ayu, do you still refuse to admit that I am your husband?"

Mo Sangyu looked at his face so close to hers. His deep eyes reflected the candlelight and her shadow, carrying a hint of expectation and a faint unease.

From childhood to adulthood, only Mo Sangyu showed no fear, no disgust, and did not leave after seeing his red eyes...

He greedily wanted to keep her by his side forever, but she was too strong. No one could keep her unless they were willing!

Therefore, he still doesn't feel very secure.

Mo Sangyu opened her mouth, but the name stuck in her throat and she couldn't bring herself to say it.

However, to comfort this man who had endured inhuman torture since childhood but hadn't turned out badly, she was willing to go all out.

Mo Sangyu turned her face away: "...Husband."

The voice was very soft, so muffled that it was almost inaudible.

Feng Xingyu still heard it.

A look of joy flashed in his eyes, and he hugged her tightly.

"Ayu..."

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive skin, sending a slight shiver down her spine: "Could you call me that one more time?"

"I won't call it."

Mo Sangyu refused: "Feng Xingyu, don't push your luck, hurry up and get into bed..."

Before she could even utter the word "sleep," Feng Xingyu lowered his head and found her lips. It wasn't the light, fleeting touch he'd given before; instead, it was a deep kiss filled with clear possessiveness and joy.

Mo Sangyu was dizzy from his kisses, and her initial shyness and awkwardness slowly melted away in the passionate and cherished kiss.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and responded gently.

When the kiss ended, both of them were a little out of breath.

Feng Xingyu rubbed his nose against his nose, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"Ayu," he called again, his voice a little hoarse, "my Ayu."

Mo Sangyu raised her hand and gently traced his handsome eyebrows with her fingertips, then scoffed with disdain, "Idiot."

"Yeah, you idiot."

Feng Xingyu grabbed her hand, kissed it, then took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed.

Returning to this cold, dark, and suffocating place, it doesn't seem as...unacceptable as I imagined.

"Ayu, this bed is so soft, do we want to try it?"

"..."

You shouldn't feel sorry for him.

Mo Sangyu pushed him away, sat up, and looked at him seriously: "If you can't sleep, then let's talk about what your plans are."

When it came to serious matters, Feng Xingyu lay down flat and looked at the roof.

After a long silence, his voice finally came through: "I want to find out the truth about what happened back then."

Not only did they uncover the true culprit behind their mother's death, but they also discovered why she would abandon her six-year-old self and willingly face death.

In his memory, his mother was strong-willed and... loved him very much, so it was absolutely impossible for her to commit suicide.

"Then investigate."

Mo Sangyu firmly supported him: "I will cooperate with you to do whatever you want, find out the truth, find out everyone who bullied you back then, and take them down one by one."

"Back then, not many people knew the inside story, and the key was that I was too young at the time, so my memories are limited..."

Feng Xingyu didn't finish his sentence, but Mo Sangyu guessed what he was going to say next.

His memories were filled with the darkness of being bullied.

"It's okay."

Mo Sangyu held his hand and said softly, "We can start with the people you remember. You can find them, and I'll extract their memories. That's a very efficient way to do it."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xingyu's eyes darkened.

"If that's the case, then by directly accessing his memories, perhaps everything will become clear."

The "he" here naturally refers to Feng Mingyuan.

Mo Sangyu nodded: "That's a good idea, but it's risky to get Eunuch Qing away, and it's not easy to get away. We can start with the people around him."

"Um."

Feng Xingyu tucked her in: "Go to sleep, we'll talk about it when it's light."

The next day.

The two got up, washed up quickly with water, and then went next door to check on Yinyue. After confirming that she was alright, they began their operation.

Feng Xingyu, accompanied by Mo Sangyu, first made their way to the Imperial Kitchen.

Steam rose from the imperial kitchen, and the aroma of food mingled with the busy shouts of the cooks, filling every corner.

The two quietly climbed onto the roof and lifted the glazed tiles. From this vantage point, they could see the dozens of stoves and the activities of hundreds of people below.

Mo Sangyu set up a barrier, so apart from Eunuch Qing, no one could easily discover them.

Just as I reached the rooftop, a shrill voice rang out from below.

"Get your hands and feet moving faster! If you're late with the ladies' breakfast, you'll be in for a beating!"

The speaker was a pale-faced, beardless head eunuch who was pacing back and forth between rows of stoves, his hands behind his back.

The cooks kept their heads down, their hands moving even faster. The sounds of chopping vegetables, stir-frying, and steaming from the steamer filled the air.

Mo Sangyu watched with great interest.

Soon, one after another, exquisite dishes began to be cooked and plated.

The shrimp dumplings are crystal clear, with paper-thin skins that subtly reveal the tender pink shrimp inside.

The golden and crispy crab shell pastry is layered and flaky, with an irresistible aroma.

The fish congee, cooked to a thick, white consistency, is sprinkled with bright green scallions, and served with various small snacks, side dishes, and soups...

A dazzling array of dishes were laid out on the table, waiting to be sorted and placed into different food boxes.

Mo Sangyu gestured with her eyes, "Shall we make a move?"

Feng Xingyu curled his lips, raised his finger slightly, and a wisp of true energy quietly emerged like a thread.

A white jade disc floated up gracefully from below and landed in his palm.

His gaze swept over the rising steam.

The next instant, shrimp dumplings, crispy crab shells, almond cream, and a series of other delicious foods on the table flew through the air one by one and landed steadily in the dish.

He handed the plate to Mo Sangyu: "Try it."

The young eunuch, busy serving the meal, glanced back casually and felt something "whoosh" past his eyes.

He rubbed his eyes and looked up.

There was nothing there.

strangeness.

Am I seeing things?

The young eunuch didn't think much of it and quickly continued packing.

Little did they know that almost every dish was leftover from the two thieves.

They ate and drank their fill.

The two climbed down from the roof and headed towards the palace of their first target.

The first target was Feng Chengrui's mother.

Consort Rong, Liu Ruxu.

Liu Ruxu is currently Feng Xingyu's biggest suspect.

Right now, it's difficult to get close to Feng Mingyuan, so let's go directly to explore Consort Rong's memories.

The two easily sneaked into Consort Rong's palace.

Coincidentally, the renowned Third Prince Feng Chengrui was also there.

In the sleeping hall.

On the chaise lounge made of golden nanmu wood, Liu Ruxu leaned against soft pillows while two palace maids gently massaged her temples.

Her well-maintained face was filled with worry.

Feng Chengrui sat on a rosewood armchair at the lower end of the table, dressed in a moon-white brocade robe with a jade belt around his waist. His face was as handsome as jade, and his temperament was gentle and refined.

He held a cup of tea in his hands, his eyes slightly lowered, seemingly lost in thought.

"Rui'er, it's been over a month. Even if that Su girl is found, she's probably lost her innocence. A woman like that... is no longer worthy of you. You might as well give up."

"Mother... Niannian is my fiancée and my junior sister. How can I give her up? Besides, this marriage with the Tianyan Sect must not be broken off."

"Isn't the marriage simple?"

Liu Ruxu waved her hand, signaling the palace maids to leave.

She sat up, a ruthless glint in her eyes: "Doesn't your master have an adopted daughter? Let her marry into the family in place of Su Qingnian, and preserve the marriage ties between Tianyan Sect and the royal family first."

Feng Chengrui said, "Master loves his daughter the most, so I'm afraid he won't agree. Otherwise, he wouldn't have delayed the marriage until now."

"That's because Su Qingnian has been alive all along. Now, what's the difference between her and being dead? Rui'er, we should prioritize the bigger picture. Oh, right..."

Suddenly remembering something, Liu Ruxu changed the subject: "Any news about your advisor?"

"No, I'm afraid the chances of survival are slim."

"He must have been killed by that monster. You suspected he wasn't dead, but it turns out it was true. Now he's even created the Chen Kingdom. He'll come back for revenge sooner or later..."

Upon hearing the word "monster" mentioned by the people inside, Mo Sangyu turned to look at Feng Xingyu beside her and noticed that the area around his eyes was a little red.

But his emotions didn't fluctuate much.

"Do you still have the eye drops I gave you?" Mo Sangyu suddenly remembered this; it had been a year.

Sure enough, Feng Xingyu gently shook his head: "It was gone when we set off from Chen Kingdom."

Why didn't you say so sooner?

Without those special eye drops, these contact lenses could only be worn for four or five hours at most, but he's been wearing them for so many days: "Don't you feel any discomfort in your eyes?"

Feng Xingyu paused for a moment, then replied truthfully, "These past two days, I have indeed felt dry and a little itchy."

"come over."

Mo Sangyu stood on tiptoe: "I'll help you pick it off."

"Now?"

"What, you're afraid?"

"..."

Feng Xingyu hesitated for a moment before slowly lowering his head.

Deep down, he was still very resistant.

But at least, I no longer feel the same fear and loathing for my own eyes as I did a year ago.

Mo Sangyu was still quite pleased. While removing the colored contact lenses from his eyes, she softly said, "Feng Xingyu, since they are afraid of your eyes and say you are an ominous demon, then let's... show them our ominousness. Rather than wasting our own time, let's drive others crazy, understand?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Xingyu couldn't help but laugh.

Sure enough, it has to be his Ayu.

"What are you laughing at?"

Mo Sangyu removed both colored contact lenses, revealing his original eye color.

Upon closer inspection, it remains stunning.

"Okay, try to feel it. If you still feel uncomfortable, I'll get you some eye drops to try."

"No, it feels much better with it off."

The people inside suddenly noticed that someone seemed to be talking outside the window.

Feng Chengrui's gaze sharpened, and he looked at Liu Ruxu, signaling her not to speak.

Liu Ruxu, puzzled, looked at him questioningly: "What's wrong?"

"Shhh."

Feng Chengrui stood up and slowly approached the window.

He suspected that someone was eavesdropping outside.

Feng Chengrui is Su Haotian's personal disciple and the most skilled martial artist among the royal family members.

He was only one step away from becoming a Grandmaster.

It is certainly not to be underestimated.

Feng Chengrui suddenly pushed open the window.

Unexpectedly, a pair of eyes met his.

His pupils were blood red, as thick as congealed blood.

It's him? !

Feng Chengrui's expression changed slightly, and he instinctively took two steps back, bumping into the table behind him.

"Rui'er?" Liu Ruxu exclaimed in surprise, "What's wrong?"

Just as Feng Chengrui was shaken, Mo Sangyu swiftly raised her hand beside him, pointing a thin metal tube at his face.

"laugh!"

A very faint whistling sound was heard.

A colorless and odorless mist was exhaled into his mouth and nose.

Feng Chengrui didn't even see what it was before he felt a strong numbing sensation sweep over his entire body, his limbs went limp, and his vision went black.

He collapsed to the ground with a thud and fell silent.

"Rui'er!"

Liu Ruxu screamed in horror and pounced on her.

Before she could even react to what was happening, a cold, sharp blade was already pressed against her neck.

Who are you?

Consort Rong forced herself to remain calm, but dared not look up: "What do you want?"

"Your Highness, do you want to know who we are?"

Mo Sangyu's cool voice rang out softly: "Why don't you just look up and see?"

Just as Liu Ruxu was about to look up, she heard her say again, "But if you see something you shouldn't, tell me, what should we do with you?"

"..."

Liu Ruxu froze, afraid to move.

Even Ruier was so easily knocked unconscious by them; she simply couldn't imagine how terrifying these two people were.

"The Imperial Guards are outside, so don't do anything rash."

She took a deep breath and said calmly, "Whatever you want, just say the word. As long as I have it, I can give it to you."

"Oh?"

Mo Sangyu walked up to her, lowered his head and leaned a little closer.

Liu Ruxu was so frightened that she quickly turned her head away, afraid that if she saw Mo Sangyu's face, she would be silenced.

Mo Sangyu chuckled softly.

That's true, they're really afraid of dying.

"Then if I wanted Consort Rong's life, would you give it to me?"

"..."

Liu Ruxu's body trembled slightly.

Her gaze fell on the unconscious Feng Chengrui, and she slowly reached out, touched his calf, and twisted it hard.

I hope I can choke him awake.

Seeing her subtle movement, Feng Xingyu applied a little more force to the blade in his hand, and a thin line of blood seeped out from her fair neck.

Mo Sangyu couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Your Highness, Consort Rong, this is a friendly reminder: even if you were to tear him to pieces right now, he wouldn't feel any pain."

"What?"

Liu Ruxu asked in a panic, "What exactly did you do to him?"

"It's just a matter of taking a nap. Instead of worrying about him, you should worry about yourself."

The reason Mo Sangyu didn't knock her unconscious was that it would be very troublesome and time-consuming to search for a certain part of her memory after she was unconscious. It would be better to guide her brain to that memory on its own when she was awake.

"What...what do you intend to do to me?"

"I would like to know something. Your Majesty, please cooperate. Otherwise, you will be solely responsible for any serious consequences."

Outside the door, she had already set up a barrier to block out all sound.

No matter how many palace maids and eunuchs came and went outside, they would not notice anything unusual inside.

After Mo Sangyu finished speaking, she looked up and gave Feng Xingyu a wink, signaling that they should begin.

Liu Ruxu breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that they just wanted to ask about something.

Before she could ask anything, Mo Sangyu reached out and tapped her temple with his finger.

A faint blue aura of spiritual energy shone forth.

Liu Ruxu felt an irresistible force invading her mind, and then she vaguely heard a voice in her ear.