His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

I need to get up early tomorrow!

She was going to use every single method that Liu Ruxu had used on Yun Wangshu in the Cold Palace.

Time is a bit tight.

Once Liu Ruxu and her son are dealt with, the next targets will be those wicked servants from back then, as well as the other concubines and princes who bullied them.

Every single one of them, no one can escape.

There was also the Empress and the Crown Prince.

In Liu Ruxu's memory, the Empress was secretive and liked to hide behind the scenes, using others to do her dirty work. But how much she actually did, only she herself probably knew.

As for that crown prince, he's a ruthless character as well.

Even at a young age, he could tell that Yun Wangshu was pregnant with the child of his greatest rival. He poisoned the well in the palace where Yun Wangshu lived, causing all the people in her palace to be poisoned.

After learning about this, Liu Ruxu used it to blackmail the Empress for many years.

As for Feng Mingyuan, Mo Zhiyuan...

May all those scumbag fathers die!

Mo Sangyu thought about these things, and they were indeed very effective.

By the time Feng Xingyu got into bed, she was already asleep.

Feng Xingyu lay down beside her, gently stroking her hair.

In his blood-red eyes, all the resentment and hatred paled in comparison to the overflowing love and joy he felt for Mo Sangyu.

The next day.

Feng Xingyu opened his eyes and found that there was no one beside him.

Mo Sangyu is no longer here.

The sky outside was just beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

What are you doing up so early?

He rolled out of bed and immediately went out to look for someone.

The dilapidated house next door.

Mo Sangyu leaned lazily against a rickety wooden chair, his gaze fixed on the person opposite him.

Feng Chengrui and Liu Ruxu were tied to chairs respectively, and they were slowly regaining consciousness.

But the effects of the medicine were still there, and they were still weak all over and unable to exert any strength.

Mo Sangyu had been sitting there for almost the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Her mind was filled with the insidious tricks Liu Ruxu used to deal with Yun Wangshu in the cold palace.

Six years, and countless things happened.

If I wanted to return everything exactly as it was, it would take two days, which is simply not enough to finish.

It seems best to throw them into the manor as soon as possible and let them torment them slowly.

Finally, Liu Ruxu slowly opened her eyes and gradually regained her clarity.

When she realized her situation and saw Mo Sangyu sitting opposite her, a look of fear and anger flashed in her eyes.

"Where is this place? How did I end up here?"

As the events of yesterday slowly resurfaced in her mind, she glared fiercely at Mo Sangyu: "You vile woman! How dare you kidnap me?"

"How dare you! His Majesty will soon discover I'm missing. Once he finds me, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

"Noisy."

Mo Sangyu's eyes darkened, and he gently lifted a finger.

An invisible force struck Liu Ruxu's face twice, "slap! slap!"

Liu Ruxu's head lolled to the side from the blow, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, and both sides of her face burned with pain.

Incredulity flashed in her eyes as she cautiously scanned her surroundings.

Who hit her just now?

Feng Chengrui had actually woken up long ago, but he had been pretending to be unconscious, secretly adjusting his breathing, wanting to recover his true energy as soon as possible.

He calculated the time, calculating how quickly the effects of the medicine would wear off.

This crazy woman dared to come alone...

Is it overconfidence, or utter foolishness?

Regardless, this is an opportunity.

If he recovers even a little more... he can break free of the ropes, kill this vile woman, and then escape with his mother.

Mo Sangyu glanced at him, her red lips curving slightly.

She stood up and slowly walked towards the two of them.

Feng Chengrui clenched his fist nervously.

Have we been discovered?

Just a little bit more, just a little bit more.

However, Mo Sangyu went to Liu Ruxu first.

Feng Chengrui secretly breathed a sigh of relief, silently praying, "Mother, please be patient a little longer, your son will be able to take you out soon."

Seeing Mo Sangyu approaching her, Liu Ruxu looked at her warily: "What do you intend to do to me?"

"I'm here to avenge Consort Yun."

Mo Sangyu placed one foot on the corner of her chair, looking down at her condescendingly: "Tell me, what do I want to do to you?"

"You...you dare!"

"You really don't know me at all."

After speaking, a faint light flashed between his fingers, and his spiritual power transformed into a sharp blade.

A playful smile played on her lips as she twisted her wrist, and the sharp blade slashed towards Liu Ruxu's face.

The movements appeared unhurried, but in reality, they were decisive, swift, and ruthless.

Liu Ruxu stared wide-eyed in horror, but her body was too limp to move.

"Ah...my face..."

Mo Sangyu scratched Liu Ruxu's well-maintained face twice.

Fresh blood immediately gushed out, sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto her clothes, spreading a dark red stain.

Liu Ruxu covered her face and let out a shrill scream. The excruciating pain and fear of disfigurement made her tremble all over, but her eyes still couldn't hide her anger and disbelief.

That madman!

How dare she? How could she really dare?!

Mo Sangyu tilted her head and looked at her "work".

The bloodstains on Liu Ruxu's face formed a crooked "X".

She frowned, seemingly dissatisfied.

"This isn't symmetrical either."

Mo Sangyu muttered something under his breath, and the nonchalant madness in his eyes was chilling.

"No, this is too ugly."

Without a moment's hesitation, he reached out and grabbed Liu Ruxu's hair, forcing her to tilt her head back.

With lightning speed, the other hand slashed across again.

They also drew a large "X" on the other half of her face.

"what……"

Liu Ruxu was in so much pain that she almost fainted, and her screams became distorted.

Mo Sangyu released his grip, took two steps back, and looked at Liu Ruxu's blood-covered, terrified, and contorted face as if admiring a painting.

"This time, it looks better."

Back then, Liu Ruxu never dared to openly hurt Yun Wangshu, for fear that Feng Mingyuan would see it.

But secretly, he would inflict knife wounds, burns, and bruises wherever it hurt, layering new wounds on top of old ones, and in six years, Yun Wangshu's body was never fully healed.

These two cuts don't even amount to interest.

Mo Sangyu was admiring his own work and didn't notice Feng Chengrui next to him at all.

Suddenly, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

He finally regained his strength, forced out the remaining medicinal power from his body, and then quickly broke free of the ropes.

He leaped from the chair like a cheetah that had been poised for a long time.

He concentrated all his inner energy into his right hand and, with a booming sound, punched Mo Sangyu in the back of the head.

That punch was enough to splatter her brains and cause her to die a gruesome death.

Feng Chengrui's facial muscles contorted from the exertion, his eyes filled with a sinister smugness at his impending success.

The fist tore through the air, leaving less than an inch from the back of Mo Sangyu's head.

however.

Mo Sangyu suddenly turned her head.

Facing his thunderous fist head-on, the surging energy caused a few strands of her bangs to flutter up and gently brush against her cheek.

Feng Chengrui sneered inwardly: It doesn't matter, the effect is the same.

But the next moment, his smile froze on his face.

Because his fist stopped half an inch away from Mo Sangyu's nose, unable to move forward even a fraction.

It was as if an invisible wall of air was blocking her way.

"Is it fun?"

Mo Sangyu's expression was somewhat strange.

There was no surprise, no shock. Instead, he slowly curled the corners of his lips into a wicked yet excited smile.

She looked at Feng Chengrui, whose face was flushed red with shock and effort, and softly asked, "You don't actually think... you're about to succeed, do you?"

As she spoke, her smile widened, and the madness in her eyes almost overflowed: "Sorry, I was just... teasing you!"

The moment she finished speaking, her eyes suddenly turned cold.

The invisible wall of energy blocking her way suddenly trembled.

"boom!"

A tremendous force surged back like a tsunami.

Feng Chengrui was hit head-on by a battering ram and flew backward with a "bang".

It crashed heavily into the wall behind it, causing dust to fall from the wall.

He fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

I was in excruciating chest pain, and my arm bones felt like they were about to break.

He raised his head, his face drained of color, leaving only horror and a look of utter disbelief.

Mo Sangyu!

She actually...

Mo Sangyu strolled over slowly, bent down and looked at him: "Giving you hope, then letting you despair, how about this game? Does it seem familiar? You used to be very good at it."

Before Feng Chengrui could say anything, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

At this time.

"Ayu."

A slightly helpless voice came from the doorway: "Have you had enough fun? If you have, come and eat."

"oh."

Mo Sangyu's expression changed instantly. She hastily straightened her clothes and hair before turning around, a normal smile appearing on her lips.

"It doesn't mean anything."

She walked towards Feng Xingyu: "Tonight, have Chu Canglan throw them into the dungeon of the manor."

By the way, I should also tell you that you must "treat these two people well".

Feng Xingyu pulled Mo Sangyu back to the room.

A simple breakfast was laid out on the table.

Two bowls of thick millet porridge, a dish of pickled radishes, and several steaming hot meat buns fresh out of the steamer.

"Eat it while it's hot."

Feng Xingyu handed her the chopsticks: "When I woke up and saw you in the next room, I didn't go over to disturb you. I went out for a walk and went to the imperial kitchen."

Mo Sangyu took a bite of her steamed bun and asked vaguely, "How's it outside now?"

Feng Xingyu sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and said while eating, "It's very lively. After last night, the entire court and the harem were in an uproar."

"Um?"

Mo Sangyu was a little surprised.

Her plan hadn't even started yet, so why did it cause such a stir?

Feng Xingyu slowly told her the news he had heard from various places that morning.

Unexpectedly, in just one or two days, all sorts of news and rumors have spread like wildfire.

Everyone's saying that strange things have been happening a lot lately.

First, the Third Prince's newlywed wife was kidnapped in the street and has been missing ever since.

Then, the rare medicinal herbs in the warehouse were all swept away.

Now, even the imperial kitchen in the palace is being robbed.

Most importantly, the border movements of the Chen Kingdom have been frequent recently, and they may very well be heading straight for the Great You Kingdom.

During the morning court session today, some officials openly mentioned events from that year.

It is said that Feng Mingyuan was headstrong and refused to listen to advice, insisting on leaving behind a future threat. Not only did he not kill that monster, but he also let him go. Now, sure enough, he stirred up trouble and caused chaos in the world.

Now, it is highly likely that the target is Da You, and that Da You will be destroyed. The prophecy from back then is about to come true.

Upon hearing these words, Feng Mingyuan flew into a rage and immediately ordered the minister to be dragged away and thrown into the imperial prison.

In short, the entire palace was filled with panic.

"prophecy?"

Mo Sangyu almost choked on her porridge, coughing twice before laughing out loud: "They really know how to pat themselves on the back. Just a few words, a label, and they call it a prophecy?"

"Don't get agitated."

Feng Xingyu poured her a glass of water: "Overthrowing the Great You and stirring up trouble are seen as monstrous forces bringing disaster. Come to think of it, isn't what we're doing exactly what they see us as?"

Upon hearing this...

The smile in Mo Sangyu's eyes faded slightly.

"That's true."

She nodded, a sarcastic smile playing on her lips: "However, their prophecy was something they themselves fulfilled."

"They pushed you to the brink step by step, forcing you to fight back, forcing you to become stronger, forcing you... to eventually become the very thing they feared most."

"Even I was personally delivered to you by them."

What was originally a rather heavy topic turned out to be quite interesting to Mo Sangyu as the conversation went on.

"In the end, it seems... it really was all ordained by fate. They dug a huge pit for themselves, stepped into it, and then blamed the pit for being too deep."

Feng Xingyu listened quietly until she finished speaking.

He put down his chopsticks, raised his head, and gazed at her quietly with his blood-red eyes, which were filled with deep and complex emotions.

"Ayu."

He called out to Mo Sangyu, but said nothing more.

He just stared at her like that, as if he couldn't get enough of looking at her.

He was thinking...

If all the misfortunes of his first half of life were for the sake of meeting Mo Sangyu in the second half, then he would gladly accept it!

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"fine."

Feng Xingyu revealed a gentle, doting smile, yet it carried a captivating, alluring charm: "Have you eaten?"

"Um."

Mo Sangyu nodded, got up and walked outside: "I'm going to check on Yinyue, and also ask Chu Canglan to do some things for me."

Chu Canglan had just finished feeding Yin Yue her medicine.

After taking the medicine twice, Yin Yue's pale face regained its color, and her breathing became steady and long.

She woke up once during this time, but she didn't have the strength to speak and fell asleep again.

When Mo Sangyu arrived, she had just opened her eyes and was looking at the unfamiliar, dilapidated roof with a somewhat blank expression.

Turning her head, she saw Chu Canglan standing guard by her bedside, his handsome but tired face filled with worry.

As fragments of memory pieced together, she remembered the wedding car, the street wedding robbery, and the man whose arms trembled as he held her…

"You..." She opened her mouth, her voice hoarse.

Chu Canglan suddenly raised his head and met her gaze. He froze, as if afraid of startling her, and even his breathing became much softer.

"Did you save me?" Silver Moon asked softly.

Chu Canglan nodded emphatically, his eyes slightly red: "Yue'er, you're awake... How are you feeling? Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

As Yin Yue watched his cautious demeanor, a slight stirring stirred within her.

She shook her head, her gaze sweeping over the dilapidated house: "Where is this...?"

"A safe place."

Chu Canglan quickly said, "Don't be afraid, with me here, no one can hurt you anymore."

Mo Sangyu stood at the door for a while before pushing it open and going in.

When Yin Yue saw Mo Sangyu, her already confused and chaotic thoughts became even more chaotic, like a tangled hemp rope.

it's wired.

Who is this woman?

Why did it feel so familiar, and... so comfortable?

She made her feel very safe.

"You're awake?"

Mo Sangyu walked to the bedside and reached out to check her pulse: "Your pulse is very stable. Take your medicine on time to clear the remaining toxins from your body. Then I will help you regulate your body."

“Who…who are you?”

Silver Moon's gaze remained fixed on her face, her eyes filled with doubt: "Have we...known each other before?"