His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

I guess so.

Silver Moon's soul had stayed in Mo Sangyu's body for more than half a year, so it naturally felt very familiar with Mo Sangyu's scent and even felt at ease.

This wasn't something that came from the body, but rather from the depths of the soul—an instinctive trust in Mo Sangyu.

"Moon".

Chu Canglan noticed that Yin Yue's attitude towards Mo Sangyu seemed different. He concealed the doubt and displeasure in his eyes and introduced her gently, "This is our savior, her name is Mo Sangyu."

Having lost her memory, Yue'er was wary of him, but seemed very familiar and close to Mo Sangyu.

He deliberately blocked Yin Yue's view of Mo Sangyu: "Alright, you just woke up and are still very weak. You need to rest more. Lie down quickly."

As he spoke, he reached out to help her lie down, but she brushed him away.

"Young Master Chu."

Yin Yue looked at Chu Canglan, her voice tinged with distance: "Thank you for taking care of me, but I'm not sleepy right now. I think..."

She looked at Mo Sangyu, a smile appearing in her eyes: "I'd like to say a few words to Miss Mo."

"...Yue'er, you're not familiar with her."

"Are we very familiar?"

Chu Canglan: "...Of course, you used to call me Xiao Lanlan."

He felt wronged, and the look in his eyes when he turned to look at Mo Sangyu was filled with resentment.

Uh.

Yin Yue coughed awkwardly, "Excuse me, I... I really don't remember, Young Master Chu, may I have a few words with Miss Mo alone?"

Just now he only wanted to say a few words to her, but now he wanted to say a few words to her alone, which made Chu Canglan even more resentful.

Does this mean he should leave?

Chu Canglan turned to look at Mo Sangyu; this time, it was more than just resentment.

"..."

Mo Sangyu touched her nose, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes.

the man.

Childish ghost.

"it is good."

Chu Canglan looked hurt, glanced at Yin Yue, then glared at Mo Sangyu before turning around and slowly making his way to the door.

He clung to the doorframe, gazing at Yinyue for a long while with resentment, before finally leaving dejectedly and closing the door behind him.

My savior is someone I can't afford to offend.

He endured it!

When Yue'er thinks of him again in the future, she will still be best friends with him.

Only Yinyue and Mosangyu remained in the room.

Yinyue leaned against the headboard, her face still pale, but her eyes were much clearer.

She looked at Mo Sangyu, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke: "Miss Mo, although I don't remember anything right now, for some reason, the feeling you give me is different from others. I only trust you, so could you please tell me... who I really am?"

"If Chu Canglan heard you say that, he'd probably be furious."

Mo Sangyu pulled up a chair and sat down on the edge of the bed, jokingly saying...

When Chu Canglan was mentioned, an unnatural look flashed across Yin Yue's face.

She pursed her lips: "Actually, I believe him too, but when I first woke up, it was at the Tianyan Sect, and everyone said I was the eldest daughter of the Tianyan Sect. Later, when I met him, he said my name was Yinyue... I just want to know, what's really going on?"

"You should trust him."

Mo Sangyu didn't "overstep his bounds" and simply told her, "If you want to know something, you can ask him directly. Just follow your instincts; you can't go wrong."

Yinyue lowered her head, frowning in thought, her fingers unconsciously twisting the corner of the blanket.

She did have a vague, inexplicable feeling about Chu Canglan; it was as if she were very familiar with him, yet she had no specific memories of him at all.

"Thank you, Miss Mo, I understand."

"No rush."

Mo Sangyu stood up: "Your body is not fully recovered yet, so rest first. Chu Canglan will take care of you. As for the rest, he will explain everything to you slowly. Even if you don't have the memory, the feeling will not change."

"it is good."

Yinyue looked at her and sincerely thanked her: "I heard him say that you are our savior, Miss Mo, thank you so much."

Mo Sangyu smiled, said nothing more, and turned to push open the door and leave.

She doesn't remember anything about modern times, so Mo Sangyu didn't mention it. They could talk about it later if there was an opportunity.

Chu Canglan stood at the door, and when she came out, he still looked very unhappy.

"What did she tell you?"

"It's nothing."

Mo Sangyu deliberately didn't tell him: "This is a secret between her and me, I can't tell you."

Without waiting for Chu Canglan's reply, she immediately added, "Tonight, you can help me send those two people out of the city. There's no need to wait two days."

When it came to serious matters, Chu Canglan, despite his displeasure, nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, I will definitely keep my promise to you."

"By the way, if you have some free time, could you take a moment to go to the wasteland behind the house and dig a hole for me, make it a bit bigger?"

"Dig a hole?"

Chu Canglan asked, puzzled, "Why are you digging a hole?"

You'll find out later.

Mo Sangyu returned to the palace and saw Feng Xingyu coming out of a dilapidated house next door.

His dark clothes had a few dark red bloodstains on the cuffs and hem, and his hands were also stained with some.

Mo Sangyu walked over and glanced into the room.

A barrier was set up so that people outside couldn't hear what was happening inside, but Mo Sangyu herself could see it.

Feng Chengrui curled up on the ground in agony, his face as pale as paper, his forehead covered in cold sweat, unable to even groan.

He had obvious wounds on his wrists and ankles, which were bleeding. More importantly, his aura was weak and chaotic, and the fluctuations of his original peak ninth-grade true qi had almost disappeared.

It seems that Feng Xingyu directly crippled his cultivation.

Mo Sangyu raised an eyebrow.

This is a solution that solves the problem once and for all. By crippling the martial arts practitioner and sending him to the manor, we won't have to worry about him escaping again.

It was her oversight; she was so focused on how to torment people that she forgot about this.

When Feng Xingyu saw her return, he looked as usual, as if he had just dealt with a trivial matter.

"He's still alive, he won't die, but he can't escape either."

"fine."

Mo Sangyu nodded: "That's reassuring."

"I'm going to change my clothes."

Feng Xingyu turned around and went back to the house they were staying in.

Soon, he came out dressed in a clean black outfit, and the bloodstains on his hands were washed away, with only his knuckles still slightly red.

For ease of movement, they wore dark-colored, close-fitting outfits, fastened at the waist with buttons and cuffs—the simplest of all.

But even such simple clothes, when worn by Feng Xingyu, still exude a unique... spring-like charm.

Mo Sangyu sat on the bed, looked at him, and patted the spot next to her: "Come here."

Feng Xingyu's expression shifted slightly.

He walked over as instructed, his gaze falling on her face, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Ayu, are you in such high spirits today?"

Mo Sangyu pulled his hand, dragged him down, and sat him down beside her. Then she looked down at his slightly reddened knuckles.

"What are you thinking about?"

As she spoke, she flipped her wrist, and a small white jade bottle appeared in her palm.

Pulling out the stopper, a faint, cool medicinal scent wafted out.

She dabbed some clear ointment with her fingertip and gently applied it to his reddened joints.

The movements were very gentle, with a cool sensation and a slight itch.

Feng Xingyu paused for a moment, then a gentle smile spread across his eyes.

He thought...

It turned out to be just applying medicine.

He didn't even notice the tiny red mark, which hadn't even broken the skin, but she took it to heart.

"Ayu," he called softly.

Mo Sangyu didn't look up, focusing on applying the medicine to him: "Hmm?"

Feng Xingyu didn't speak, but instead took her hand and pulled her closer.

The crisp scent of the ointment was mixed with his clean and unique aura.

"You're so good to me," he whispered in her ear.

Mo Sangyu's ears felt a little hot, so she pulled her hand away from his and shoved the medicine bottle into his hand: "Apply it yourself."

Feng Xingyu took the medicine bottle and smiled.

He wiped it a few times casually, then put the medicine bottle away, saying, "All done."

In the afternoon, the two did nothing but rest and recuperate.

As night fell, Chu Canglan leisurely approached, preparing to take Feng Chengrui and Liu Ruxu away.

As soon as he entered the palace, he noticed that Feng Xingyu's eyes had turned...red?

What's going on?

Has he gone mad with demonic possession?

Chu Canglan had actually heard that the seventh prince of the Great You Dynasty had red eyes from birth, and therefore it was said that he was an ominous demon who would bring misfortune to the Great You.

However, as the Seventh Prince continued to guard the frontier, no one ever said that his eyes were red, so he assumed that these were just baseless rumors.

Unexpectedly, the rumors were true.

"Oh my god."

Chu Canglan walked over with great interest and looked closer: "There really are red eyes in this world..."

Feng Xingyu swept his cold eyes over them.

If it were in the past, if Chu Canglan had seen his eyes, he might have been nervous and afraid.

Afraid of others' strange looks, and filled with fear and disgust towards him...

But now, from the moment Mo Sangyu helped him remove his colored contact lenses, he has completely accepted himself as he is.

Whether he is a demon or an omen of misfortune, he doesn't care about anyone except Ayu, regardless of whether others fear or loathe him.

This is him, and from now on, he will never hide his eyes again.

Chu Canglan felt a chill run down her spine from his cold gaze and quickly took two steps back.

"Well, I was just saying it offhand, don't mind it."

He touched his nose: "Actually... it's pretty cool."

Unlike others, Chu Canglan wasn't particularly afraid of Feng Xingyu's eyes.

He just found it novel.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he added, "Speaking of which, I've seen eyes with a very unique color before, not red, but blue, like the finest jade. Isn't that quite peculiar?"

Feng Xingyu didn't react much.

"Blue eyes?"

Mo Sangyu came out of the room, and upon hearing this, a hint of curiosity appeared on her face: "Where have you seen me before?"

"It's someone Yue'er used to know."

When Mo Sangyu asked, Chu Canglan didn't hide anything: "He's the one who helped set up the defensive restrictions for Youdu City. However, we're not familiar with him. Yue'er saved his life, and he's just returning the favor to Yue'er."

What are the defensive restrictions of Youdu City?

Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu exchanged a glance, both seeing a strange look in each other's eyes.

They had previously speculated that there might be even more unique forces existing on the Nine Provinces Continent.

Those blue eyes might be a clue.

"What does that person look like? What's their name?" Mo Sangyu pressed.

Chu Canglan shook his head: "I really don't know. He's very mysterious. He always wears a black cloak, only revealing his eyes. I've never seen his face. Perhaps Yue'er knows more about him."

Unfortunately, Silver Moon has lost her memory.

Mo Sangyu had seen the memories in her soul before, but not all of them. She really hadn't seen this blue-eyed man.

Let's put this matter aside for now.

There were more pressing matters at hand, so Mo Sangyu didn't press further. She simply said, "Take the person away. Here's the address and a letter of explanation for the person in charge at the estate."

"no problem."

Chu Canglan is easy to talk to as long as it doesn't involve Yin Yue.

He went in and took away the unconscious Feng Chengrui and Liu Ruxu. Before leaving, he said, "You asked me to dig a pit in the wasteland behind, and I finished digging it this afternoon."

The dignified city lord has now been reduced to doing odd jobs for others.

Find someone to reason.

After Chu Canglan left, Feng Xingyu looked over with a puzzled expression.

Digging?

"You had Chu Canglan dig the pit, was it to... bury a corpse?"

"yes."

Mo Sangyu said matter-of-factly, "Aren't we here to kill people?"

After saying that, she pulled him out the door.

Under the cover of night, the two sneaked into the inner palace and found a secluded spot in the shadow of the palace wall to crouch down.

The moonlight was faint, barely outlining the shape of the eaves.

Feng Xingyu's blood-red amber eyes gleamed faintly in the darkness, like a lurking beast.

Mo Sangyu's gaze was deep as he swept over the eunuchs and palace maids who occasionally walked by carrying lanterns in the distance. He said in a low voice, "Let's start with those familiar faces. You'll be in charge of identifying them, and I'll be in charge of committing the crimes."

Feng Xingyu turned to look at her: "Okay."

……

The next few days.

The inner palace appears calm on the surface, but undercurrents are turbulent beneath.

Feng Xingyu has an excellent memory. Those faces that had been buried for many years, faces that he himself thought were long gone, are now incredibly clear when he sees them.

Those who criticized him, insulted him, lectured him, pushed him into the water, locked him in a dog cage, overturned his food bowl, threw stones at him, intimidated him, and threatened him...

He remembers everyone.

Every single one of these people was abducted by Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu.

After being captured and sent to the Cold Palace, those who should be killed were killed, and those who should be buried were buried.

Some who needed special treatment, those who couldn't die too easily, were sent by Chu Canglan to a manor outside the city for hellish torture.

We must ensure that every debt is repaid in blood, an eye for an eye, and blood for blood!

For those eunuchs and nannies of high status, Mo Sangyu replaced them with dummy dolls.

The dummy can perform its daily tasks, and apart from Eunuch Qing, it is difficult for others to detect its true nature.

Those of lowly status don't matter; even if a few go missing, there won't be a big-scale investigation for them.

After dealing with these servants, Mo Sangyu turned her attention to the concubines and princes who had bullied and schemed against Feng Xingyu and his mother.

The methods were fabricated in accordance with the law.

Before they were discovered, they acted swiftly, decisively, and ruthlessly.

Of course, not all concubines and princes were evil.

There were a few who were out of favor in their early years, or who were timid and kind-hearted, so the two of them naturally wouldn't kill innocent people indiscriminately.

In just a few days, the entire harem gained about a dozen or twenty dummy figures, not counting those that went missing.

The already uneasy imperial harem felt even more uneasy these past few days, with everything seeming strangely off.

The people around me seem to have all changed.

An indescribable sense of eeriness.

After resting for half a day.

Mo Sangyu made another decision.

Those court officials who strongly advocated for Feng Xingyu's execution to prevent future troubles back then, and those who took advantage of his misfortune and spread rumors...

They all deserve to die.

The women in the imperial harem used insidious and cunning methods, just as the men of the previous dynasty could kill without shedding blood with their pens and mouths.

Upon hearing Mo Sangyu's next goal, Feng Xingyu laughed and said, "If we keep playing like this, the Great You Imperial Palace will become an empty shell."

"Isn't an empty shell good enough?"

They were just taking it one step at a time, and they didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

Mo Sangyu: "This game will end the moment Eunuch Qing discovers it."

"Unfortunately, he spends all his time guarding Feng Mingyuan and doesn't pay much attention to other people or things..." Feng Xingyu said.

I wonder how interesting it will be when he finds out.