His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"Why...did you come back?"

While cautiously asking questions, Feng Chengrui secretly circulated his inner energy to quickly restore his body's flexibility.

Feng Xingyu stared at him: "Of course, it's to fulfill your prophecy from back then."

Feng Chengrui was stunned for a moment, then realized what he meant, and his expression changed slightly: "Are you crazy?"

"Seventh Imperial Brother, don't act rashly. Even if you establish the Chen Kingdom, going against Father will not end well. As your elder brother, I have a duty to..."

"Stop talking."

Feng Xingyu's lips curled into a cold, mocking smile: "That's disgusting."

As soon as he finished speaking...

His eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he suddenly made his move.

Feng Chengrui's pupils contracted. Although his body had recovered, his reaction was still a beat slower than Feng Xingyu's.

"Bang!"

I felt a tremendous force strike me, and half of my body went numb instantly.

He staggered backward uncontrollably, his back slamming hard against the rosewood table behind him.

Feng Chengrui felt his blood surging in his chest, and looked up in shock and anger.

"Feng Xingyu, you've gone mad! I'm your brother, are you sure you want to lay a hand on me?!"

Mo Sangyu listened from the side, frowning deeply.

How dare this pretentious bastard say such a thing?

If it weren't for seeing the truth in Liu Ruxu's memories, she might have really been fooled by him.

Mo Sangyu hates this kind of hypocrite the most.

She slowly walked over and suddenly raised her hand.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, resounding slap landed squarely on Feng Chengrui's face.

Feng Chengrui was knocked to the side, his face burning with pain, and a clear five-finger mark instantly appeared.

"He's a prodigy."

Mo Sangyu waved his hand dismissively, his tone light and tinged with amusement: "Are you worthy to be the older brother of a monster?"

Feng Chengrui had always been a favored son of heaven, pampered by everyone, and had never suffered such humiliation.

First he was slapped by Feng Xingyu, and now he's been slapped by a woman!

He whirled around, his eyes blazing with murderous intent as he glared at Mo Sangyu, filled with unbelievable rage: "Mo Sangyu!"

How could a traitorous woman who betrayed her father become so arrogant after following Feng Xingyu?

"You dare hit me?"

"So what if I hit you?"

It seems this man still hasn't figured out the situation.

Mo Sangyu smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

She raised her hand again, "Slap! Slap!"

With a swift left and right slap, two more, even heavier slaps landed hard on Feng Chengrui's face.

The force was so great that blood immediately seeped from the corner of his mouth, and his cheeks swelled up at a visible speed.

"Mo Sangyu, you..."

"Don't rush."

Mo Sangyu slowly withdrew her hand, her eyes radiating coldness: "This is just the beginning."

"Ayu."

Feng Xingyu walked over, picked up her hand, examined it, and frowned: "Did you hurt your hand from hitting me so hard?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Mo Sangyu turned to examine his hand, and seeing that his palm was red, she laughed in surprise, "This is okay?"

Feng Xingyu also realized that he had indeed felt a burning sensation in his palm for a moment.

He chuckled indulgently, "If that's the case, then hit me as hard as you like. My hands are covered in calluses, it won't hurt."

Feng Chengrui: "..."

I was almost driven crazy with anger.

He was at the peak of the ninth rank, yet they humiliated him like this!

A fierce glint flashed in Cheng Rui's eyes. He gathered his vast inner energy into his palm and, taking advantage of the moment when Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu were talking, suddenly launched an attack.

He used seventy or eighty percent of his power in this strike, which was thunderous and aimed straight for Mo Sangyu's back.

First, deal with this traitor for Father Emperor!

The palm strike was fierce, accompanied by a whistling sound.

However, he was fast, but Feng Xingyu was even faster.

Almost the instant he made his move, Feng Xingyu seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and without turning around, he countered with a palm strike.

"boom!"

The two streams of true energy collided, producing a muffled sound.

Feng Chengrui felt an overwhelming force slam into his arm.

He groaned, and his whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the wall in the distance with a "bang," before sliding to the ground.

A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, staining his front shirt red.

He lay on the ground, clutching his chest in excruciating pain, his face filled with disbelief and shock.

He's at the peak of the ninth rank!

That palm strike was aimed at killing Mo Sangyu, so its power was considerable.

How could Feng Xingyu possibly... how could he have caught it so easily and even sent him flying and seriously injured?

Is it...

A terrible thought popped into my head.

Feng Xingyu is a Grandmaster?!

No, impossible, absolutely impossible!

He grew up in a cold palace with no resources and was later exiled to a remote and impoverished place on the border. Even a martial arts genius could not reach the level of a grandmaster in just nine years.

but……

He truly couldn't discern at all what rank Feng Xingyu was in martial arts cultivation.

Generally speaking, this situation only indicates that the other party's strength is far superior to one's own.

Feng Chengrui has always been recognized by the Great You royal family as the most outstanding martial arts genius, which is why he was accepted as a personal disciple by the sect master of the Tianyan Sect. He reached the peak of the ninth rank at a young age.

Even his father was proud of it.

At this moment, however, he was easily defeated by Feng Xingyu, which made him... somewhat unable to accept it.

The shock on his face gradually turned into a gloomy expression.

Supporting herself, her gaze fixed on Feng Xingyu, her voice hoarse, she said, "Feng Xingyu... you really are a monster. It seems Father and Mother were right; you truly will become a scourge when you grow up..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Sangyu had already taken a few steps forward.

Without any mercy, she raised her foot and kicked him hard in the stomach and face.

Feng Chengrui was kicked and rolled twice more, his face bruised and swollen, looking utterly pathetic: "You bitch, you madman!"

Mo Sangyu's gaze fell on him.

They're still pretty stubborn.

Even when facing death, they still dare to curse.

Suddenly, she remembered seeing his gentle and refined appearance in Yin Yue's memory, and she made a disgusted "Eh."

If Su Qingnian hadn't been murdered, and had instead married a hypocrite like him, who knows what she would have gone through after the marriage.

Oh right.

Even if Feng Chengrui didn't do it, he must be involved in Su Qingnian's death.

Su Haotian's love for Su Qingnian as a father doesn't seem fake.

"Someone come here!"

Feng Chengrui didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit it: he was no match for Feng Xingyu. He curled up, trying to shout for help as loudly as possible: "Help! Someone's trying to assassinate me..."

With such a commotion, how come no one has noticed yet?

"Don't waste your energy."

Mo Sangyu took the rope and went over: "Hasn't the Third Prince heard the rumors about me?"

Rumors?

Of course he had heard of it.

However, how can we believe things that haven't been verified?

Mo Sangyu is just a charlatan; how could he possibly be as powerful as the rumors suggest?

Seeing the expression on his face, Mo Sangyu knew that he did not believe those rumors.

That would be excellent.

"What are you going to do?"

"You're too noisy!"

Mo Sangyu swung his fist and punched him twice in the temple, violently knocking him unconscious.

Why bother with all that effort?

Feng Xingyu pulled her over, took out a clean handkerchief, and wiped her hands clean from front to back: "Just use your medicine and spray it on him a couple more times."

"You don't understand."

Mo Sangyu said, "After that medicine was sprayed, he felt no pain or itching. That's too easy on him."

"it is good."

Feng Xingyu had no bottom line: "Whatever Ayu says goes."

evening.

In Liu Ruxu's room, Mo Sangyu left behind two dummy figures that were actually his alter egos.

One is Liu Ruxu, and the other is Feng Chengrui.

The instruction given to Feng Chengrui was to leave the palace on his own and return to his own residence.

As long as I don't run into Eunuch Na Qing, I should be able to hold out for a few more days.

Then they took the real Feng Chengrui and Liu Ruxu back to the Cold Palace.

They placed the two people in another dilapidated room and tied them tightly to chairs with ropes.

At the entrance, a new barrier was erected to isolate all movement and breath from inside.

The barrier that had been set up in Liu Ruxu's bedroom disappeared as they left.

at night.

Chu Canglan, who had been away all day, returned.

Meanwhile, news of the theft of the national treasury also reached the palace that night.

The stolen items were the top-quality medicinal herbs in the storehouse, all of which were taken away in one go, leaving nothing behind. The guards on duty were nowhere to be seen.

Feng Mingyuan was furious and ordered a thorough investigation, and the entire capital city was once again placed under martial law.

Chu Canglan, the instigator of all this, was carefully placing several jade boxes on the table at this moment. He looked tired, but his spirits were obviously high.

"Everything's ready," he said to Mo Sangyu. "Take a look, is it enough?"

Mo Sangyu opened the box and took a look.

Good heavens, besides the ones she mentioned, there are several other kinds, which can be described as rare medicinal herbs.

These are things that money can't buy on the market.

Mo Sangyu took out what Yin Yue needed, packed up the rest, and planned to give them back to Luo Ming later.

"Don't worry, with these medicines, Yinyue won't die."

"Very good."

Upon hearing this, Chu Canglan's anxious heart finally felt a little more at ease.

"I'll go prepare now."

Mo Sangyu went to Yinyue's room.

Chu Canglan followed closely behind, watching her prepare the medicine, administer acupuncture, and use a ghostly blue light to catalyze the medicinal power...

After working for most of the night, they finally managed to produce a medicine that was safe to ingest.

"This medicine is good, but it's too strong. Yinyue's body can't handle it right now. I've prepared a month's supply of these medicines according to the correct proportions. You're responsible for giving it to her on time and in the correct dosage every day. After she finishes it... we'll see."

"well."

Chu Canglan nodded repeatedly.

He looked at the sleeping Silver Moon on the bed, his voice a little hoarse: "Thank you."

"You are welcome."

Mo Sangyu waved her hand: "What are your plans next? Are you going back to Youdu after she wakes up?"

With Yan Xu and Yan Qing holding things up over there, and the surrounding forces united, there's no need to worry about not returning for the time being.

Chu Canglan was silent for a moment, then looked at Mo Sangyu: "What about you? How long will you stay in the Great You?"

Mo Sangyu's eyes turned cold: "There are still some old scores that need to be settled thoroughly."

"Is it about...your husband's old grievances?"

Is there a difference?

"…Too."

Chu Canglan understood.

He thought for a moment and then said, "Yue'er needs to rest and shouldn't travel long distances. I've decided to stay here for the time being. If you need anything, I can help. Also, once she's recovered... there's a debt that needs to be settled."

He could ignore how Su Qingnian died, but... his Yue'er had finally been reborn and returned to his side, only to be almost killed again. This debt had to be settled.

"Alright."

Mo Sangyu nodded: "Then you can stay here. I've set up a barrier, so no one will discover that Silver Moon is hiding here."

After saying that, Mo Sangyu stood up and prepared to leave.

"By the way, we've captured Feng Chengrui and his mother. In a couple of days, could you help me send them out of the city to a manor and lock them up in the dungeon there?"

"you……"

Chu Canglan had known Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu for so long and knew that their ways of doing things were always so shocking.

It seems that the Great You Dynasty will soon suffer as well.

"Okay, I guarantee it will be done."

Chu Canglan was relieved.

Fortunately, I didn't become their enemy back then.

As soon as Mo Sangyu stepped out of the courtyard, she saw Feng Xingyu walking towards her.

He was wearing a wide, dark robe, and it seemed he had taken a bath.

From the moment he entered the Great You Palace, he stopped wearing a mask.

Her hair was jet black, loosely tied back with a black ribbon, with a few stray strands falling across her forehead.

A night breeze blew, causing strands of hair to flutter slightly.

He stood at the boundary between moonlight and shadow, half of his face illuminated by the moonlight, the other half hidden in darkness.

His dark red eyes, in the night, resembled serene yet flowing blood jade.

Profound, eerie, yet... seemingly clean and pure on the surface.

Her face was a cool-toned porcelain white, which appeared even more bloodless against the backdrop of her black clothes.

His nose was straight, and the curve of his thin lips naturally carried a hint of aloofness, but at this moment, they curved slightly when he saw her.

She was like a spirit from an ancient legend, dangerous yet possessing a breathtaking, otherworldly beauty.

"Ayu."

He spoke, his voice deep and pleasant: "You haven't come back for so long, so I came to check on you."

Mo Sangyu looked at him, and her heart suddenly began to race.

Her husband looks so... alluring.

Calm.

Mo Sangyu let out a soft breath, strode over, took his arm, and walked back: "I just finished preparing the medicine for Yinyue. How are the mother and child? Have they woken up?"

"no."

"Still not awake?"

"...They're awake. I gave them some more drugs. Don't worry about them tonight, you need to get some sleep."

Feng Xingyu's tone was both gentle and domineering: "I've prepared bathwater for you, and dinner too. After you finish eating, take a bath and get a good night's sleep. You need to replenish the spiritual energy you used up today."

Seeing his seriousness, Mo Sangyu smiled and nodded, "Okay."

As soon as I entered that dilapidated house, I was greeted by the delicious aroma of food.

Mo Sangyu saw several delicacies laid out on the table she had conjured.

She turned to look at Feng Xingyu: "Where did you come from?"

Feng Xingyu, though not entirely honest, spoke with conviction: "It was taken from the Imperial Kitchen."

have to.

What we ate in the morning was just a portion of each dish, but by evening it had become a whole plate.

It's estimated that news will spread tomorrow that not only were medicinal herbs stolen from the national treasury, but food was also stolen from the imperial kitchen.

"Shall we eat first, or take a shower first?" Feng Xingyu asked again.

"Take a shower first."

With a screen as a partition, Mo Sangyu quickly took a bath and changed into a clean and comfortable black dress.

Then, I had dinner with Feng Xingyu.

After finishing the meal, Feng Xingyu quickly cleared away the bowls and chopsticks.

Mo Sangyu watched his skillful and natural movements, feeling somewhat dazed.

After he took off his colored contact lenses, he seemed to look even more "demonic" than before. Making him do this kind of... housework felt like a waste of his talent.

"What are you looking at? It's late, get into bed. I'm going to bed tonight..."

Feng Xingyu's thin lips curved slightly, revealing a captivating smile: "I promise I won't touch you, I'll let you rest properly."

This younger brother is a real problem.

Mo Sangyu turned her head away, her voice indifferent: "Hmm."

Lying in bed, she began to think clearly, without any distractions...