His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

It seems the game is going to end prematurely.

Although I'm a little reluctant, there's nothing I can do about it.

After all, the Empress and the Crown Prince haven't been replaced yet, and there are still those damned court officials...

But it doesn't matter, we can still make them pay the price in another way.

In fact, Mo Sangyu had long wanted to fight this grandmaster.

Try using 70% of your spiritual power to see if you can defeat a grandmaster in this world.

The two were ready to act at any time.

Outside, Eunuch Qing didn't sense anything unusual inside the wardrobe, but his intuition told him that it would be best to open it and see for himself.

Grandpa Qing reached out and placed his hand on the cabinet door.

Mo Sangyu remained unmoved.

Feng Xingyu's eyes were bloodshot and deep, and his true energy had quietly condensed in his palm.

The cabinet door was about to open but hadn't.

next moment.

"His Majesty!"

Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded outside the hall, followed by the Imperial Guard Commander's low voice: "Assassin tracks have been spotted in the direction of the Imperial Study; the aura is extremely strong..."

"assassin?"

Feng Mingyuan's heart tightened: "Did you manage to catch them?"

The commander of the Imperial Guards lowered his head and did not dare to reply.

How could we possibly catch it if we couldn't even touch its shadow?

The opponent's aura is too strong; I'm afraid it's on par with Eunuch Qing. Who can catch him?

But the commander of the Imperial Guards dared not say such a thing.

Upon hearing this, Eunuch Qing, who was inside the house, stopped what he was doing.

He turned his head and looked out the window.

In the night sky, a surge of true energy rippled outwards, rising from the direction of the Imperial Study. It was sharp and unfamiliar, but the surge of true energy was clearly not simple.

Is he, like myself, a Grandmaster?

"Protect the Emperor."

Without hesitation, Eunuch Qing left behind only two words and his figure darted out of the bedchamber like a gray shadow.

Feng Mingyuan didn't have time to investigate further and was quickly escorted away by the Imperial Guards.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

The palace doors closed, and the sleeping quarters returned to silence.

The cabinet door was gently pushed open from the inside.

Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu came out from inside.

"This assassin appeared just in time," Mo Sangyu guessed. "Could it be Chu Canglan?"

"It's him," Feng Xingyu affirmed.

Having known each other for so long, he was already very familiar with Chu Canglan's true energy.

"Unexpectedly, he was quite loyal at the crucial moment. However, with Eunuch Qing watching him, I'm afraid he won't be able to get away easily."

"Therefore, we need to act quickly."

This time, it has already alerted the enemy.

Once Eunuch Qing returns, he will soon realize that he may have been lured away from the Empress, and that the truth will be fully exposed when he returns to the Empress.

Without further delay, the two took the unconscious empress back to the Cold Palace.

Before leaving, Mo Sangyu conjured up two dummy figures.

One was Granny Yu, and the other was the Empress.

Even if they are exposed immediately, they must make sure that everyone they killed or took away is fake.

In particular, the Empress and the Crown Prince, as well as the important court officials behind them.

It would be best to wait until Feng Mingyuan finds out and then just anger him to death.

Back in the Cold Palace, Mo Sangyu tied the Empress to a broken chair.

The Empress came from a military family and possessed true qi (vital energy).

However, for them, this skill was nothing to fear.

Mo Sangyu set up the barrier again. Afterwards, the two did not stop and went to the East Palace that night, preparing to capture Crown Prince Feng Chengxian as well.

The Eastern Palace was quieter than I had imagined.

Only a single lamp burned in Feng Chengxian's bedroom.

Through the paper window, you could see his figure bent over his desk.

"Working so hard?" Mo Sangyu smiled faintly.

Feng Xingyu didn't speak, but simply raised his hand and pushed open the door.

Feng Chengxian looked up at the sound, and his pupils suddenly contracted when he saw who it was.

"you……"

He only had time to utter one syllable.

Feng Xingyu didn't give him a chance to speak.

True energy, like silk threads, emerged from his fingertips, precisely wrapping around Feng Chengxian's throat, choking the name that was about to be uttered.

Mo Sangyu stood by the threshold, watching this scene with great interest.

She noticed that Feng Xingyu's methods of capturing people were becoming increasingly sophisticated and skillful, and he was even starting to come up with new tricks.

Quick and accurate.

Feng Chengxian's face turned red, and he gripped the invisible restraint around his neck with both hands, sweeping the memorials on the table to the ground.

He struggled to reach the sword on the corner of the table, his fingertips just three inches from the hilt.

Feng Xingyu stepped forward and stepped on the sword.

"Your Highness," he said, his eyes lowered, his voice calm, "it's been a long time."

Feng Chengxian stared at him, his eyes filled with undisguised hatred and fear.

"Phoenix... Xingyu!"

Back then, he was imprisoned in the cold palace, living like a stray dog, barely surviving. How come he's still alive after all these years?

"Let...let me go..."

Feng Chengxian forced out a broken voice from his throat: "You actually... dare to come back? Father will not let you get away with this..."

"Then you're wrong."

Feng Xingyu's eyes turned cold, and his fingers tightened slightly: "It's me, I won't let you go."

Without further hesitation, she choked him unconscious.

Immediately afterwards, the two returned to the Cold Palace, took the Empress with them, and before Eunuch Qing returned, they quickly left the palace and headed straight for the manor outside the city.

"Lock these two in the dungeon too."

Once we arrived at the village, it felt like we were back on our own territory.

Feng Xingyu ordered that the Empress and the Crown Prince be imprisoned in the dungeon, so that these people who had always been high above and pampered could also taste what it was like to be a prisoner.

When the people in the village saw Feng Xingyu's eyes, they all lowered their heads.

These people were all Feng Xingyu's confidants. Some had seen his red eyes in his early years, while others had only heard of them but had never seen them in person.

Seeing this for the first time, even though she already knew that her master's eyes were red, she was still taken aback by this sudden sight.

Fortunately, they were well-trained and managed to calm themselves down, preventing them from showing any strange expressions.

Feng Xingyu could sense the subtle emotional fluctuations of everyone, but he didn't care.

"Prepare some food; we'll be staying here tonight."

After giving one last instruction, he and Mo Sangyu returned to their room.

Mo Sangyu immediately took a shower.

There were servants on the estate, and the bath tub was made of the finest agarwood. When hot water was poured in, the whole room was filled with a light and deep fragrance.

Mo Sangyu soaked in the petals, enjoying a comfortable bath.

When she came out, she was completely steamed, her skin had a light pinkish hue, and water droplets were still hanging from the ends of her hair.

She casually wrapped herself in a nightgown, apricot red in color, the material so soft it felt like a second skin.

The belt was tied loosely, revealing a small section of her collarbone, which was still damp and glistening with moisture.

She walked out of the room while drying her hair.

Feng Xingyu finished washing up first and sat under the lamp waiting for her. Hearing footsteps, he looked up.

Then I didn't look away again.

A lotus emerging from the water is always extremely alluring.

At this moment, Mo Sangyu appeared to Feng Xingyu as nothing less than a soft and delicious... little pastry.

Want to eat,

"Ayu."

Feng Xingyu swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing several times.

He stood up and walked towards Mo Sangyu, his eyes almost glued to her. In a deep voice, he said softly, "You've... seduced me again."

"What?"

Mo Sangyu was drying her hair and thinking about tomorrow's plans, so she didn't hear what he said.

"It's nothing."

Feng Xingyu pulled her over to sit down and took the handkerchief from her hand: "Let me wipe you."

My gaze inadvertently drifted past her neckline.

His dark red eyes became even more sinister.

It was like a dark red gemstone, exuding a sense of danger.

"Ayu."

"Um?"

When Mo Sangyu looked up, she met his undisguised gaze, as if he wanted to devour her.

She froze for a moment.

"What...are you looking at?"

The candlelight flickered slightly.

Seeing that he didn't speak, but just stared at her, his fingers resting on the ends of her wet hair, the handkerchief hovering in mid-air, not moving for a long time.

Mo Sangyu belatedly looked down and realized that her collar had slipped open a bit.

"Phoenixes will rule you..."

She didn't dodge.

Instead, she raised her eyes to meet his gaze directly: "Is it beautiful?"

"nice."

Feng Xingyu's Adam's apple bobbed again, his voice so low it sounded like it was being ground from his chest.

Mo Sangyu smiled slightly, but didn't say anything. She simply pulled her wet hair back.

Her movements were slow, revealing a long, slender section of her neck and skin that had turned pink from the steam of the hot water.

"..."

The handkerchief in Feng Xingyu's hand slipped silently to the ground.

This time it's confirmed.

Ah Yu is really seducing him.

During their time in the cold palace, they were preoccupied with killing and burying corpses, their bodies reeking of blood, and they hadn't been close to each other for a long time.

At this moment, the atmosphere became tense, and both of them began to breathe heavily.

Feng Xingyu's fingertips slid across her earlobe, along her jawline, and slowly moved downwards.

A fire burned in his eyes.

Mo Sangyu flinched slightly, suddenly regretting her actions, but clearly...

late.

Feng Xingyu cupped her face in his hands and lowered his head to kiss her.

He pressed one hand against the back of her head, put the other arm around her waist, picked her up, and carried her to the bed.

His slender fingers skillfully hooked her sash, and with a gentle tug, the apricot-colored nightgown slipped off her shoulder.

A passionate kiss, leading downwards.

The warm-colored bed curtains fell, obscuring the spring sunshine.

One round is enough.

A wisp of morning mist had already settled over the sky outside.

Feng Xingyu was clearly still not satisfied, holding her and rubbing against her incessantly, unwilling to give up.

But he couldn't bear to let Mo Sangyu sleep.

So he had no choice but to endure it and force himself to restrain himself.

"Feng Xingyu."

Mo Sangyu felt his body was too hot, so she turned over and moved away a little: "Don't move around, let me sleep for a while."

"it is good."

Feng Xingyu verbally agreed, but immediately pulled her back and held her in his arms, saying, "You go to sleep, I'll hold you while I sleep."

"..."

Mo Sangyu ignored him, closed her eyes, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

As she drifted off to sleep, she thought she heard him whisper in her ear, "Ayu, I want a child. Will you... give birth to one for me?"

child?

No.

Mo Sangyu in her sleep was rejecting it.

Having a bratty kid means you lose all your freedom.

Let whoever wants to have children have them; she's not going to.

When Mo Sangyu woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.

When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Feng Xingyu's handsome face. He was already dressed and lying on his side next to her, looking down at her. She didn't know how long he had been looking at her like that.

"woke up?"

He sat up, his gaze towards her deep and unsettling: "Get up and eat when you're awake."

Mo Sangyu looked at him suspiciously.

When I woke up, he seemed a little unhappy.

Could it be that he wasn't satisfied last night and is sexually frustrated?

He stopped on his own initiative.

I usually ask him to stop, but he's never really obedient. He stops on his own, but then he gets upset.

Mo Sangyu got dressed and got out of bed. Hot water had been prepared long ago. After she washed up, Feng Xingyu was sitting at the dining table waiting for her.

The two sat facing each other.

During the meal, Feng Xingyu still took the initiative to serve her food, and he didn't seem unhappy.

After finishing the meal.

The men below came to report on the situation inside the city.

They said there was no special news coming in yet, and the palace probably hadn't noticed anything unusual.

Upon hearing this, Mo Sangyu exchanged a glance with Feng Xingyu, who immediately understood her meaning.

Since it hasn't been discovered yet, why should the game stop?

Hurry up and continue.

As darkness fell, Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu prepared to return to the city. Just as they stepped outside, they saw Chu Canglan returning with Yin Yue.

The two had never seen Chu Canglan so disheveled.

I didn't know; I thought they were refugees fleeing from somewhere.

He had disheveled hair, and his clothes were torn by something, his white robe stained with mud and hay.

Yinyue was held in his arms, her hair was slightly disheveled, but her expression was relatively calm.

Chu Canglan put Yinyue down, straightened his clothes, and tried to maintain his last shred of dignity.

"What are you looking at?"

He glanced at me sideways, his voice a few decibels lower and hoarseer than usual: "Never seen a Grandmaster train their body before?"

Mo Sangyu couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Feng Xingyu also curved his lips into a smile, but quickly suppressed it and said earnestly, "Thank you."

Chu Canglan waved his hand, looking as if it was nothing to worry about.

Yin Yue stood beside him, her expression indifferent, and looked at Mo Sangyu, taking the initiative to greet her: "Miss Mo."

She saw that Feng Xingyu's eyes were red, but her face did not show any impoliteness. She remained calm, as if the red pupils were nothing to be surprised about.

Mo Sangyu glanced at her, and seeing that her complexion had improved considerably, nodded and said, "Let's go inside and talk."

Chu Canglan looked down at Yin Yue, his voice softening slightly: "Are you hungry?"

Silver Moon shook her head.

Chu Canglan didn't ask any more questions, but simply pulled her closer to him.

The movement was very light, yet very natural.

It felt like I'd done it a thousand times.

The four people entered the house.

Feng Xingyu then instructed his men to prepare wine and food.

Judging from Chu Canglan's appearance, who knows what he went through last night.

"Go wash up first."

Feng Xingyu found a clean set of clothes for Chu Canglan and told him to tidy himself up.

After he finished washing up and changed into clean clothes, the food and drinks were ready.

This was the first time they had eaten at the same table.

"What exactly happened last night?"

Mo Sangyu was genuinely curious as to how he had gotten himself into such a sorry state.

Chu Canglan coughed lightly before saying, "That old eunuch is like a persistent leech. Last night, he chased me around the city more than ten times, and I almost couldn't shake him off. If it weren't for..."

He glanced at Yinyue beside him, and then didn't continue speaking.

But Mo Sangyu understood what he meant.

Because Yin Yue was still waiting for him in the Cold Palace, he couldn't take any risks. If he got injured, he worried that he wouldn't be able to sneak into the palace again.

So, after dark, while things were still relatively calm in the palace, he quickly took Yinyue out.

"No wonder the old eunuch hadn't noticed anything amiss. He probably wasn't with Feng Mingyuan at the morning court session, otherwise he would have definitely noticed something was wrong with Feng Chengxian."

Mo Sangyu said sincerely, "In short, thank you for buying us some more time this time."

"It's nothing."

As Chu Canglan spoke, he kept putting food into Yin Yue's bowl.

Yinyue tried to stop him several times, but couldn't find a chance to speak.

By the time they finished their business, the silver moon bowl had been piled high with food.

This man is treating her like a pig.

Even when she was in the Cold Palace, she was still given eight meals a day.

Aside from sleeping, all they do is eat.

Yin Yue looked both embarrassed and helpless.

She just said she wasn't hungry...

"Take your time eating."

Seeing this, Mo Sangyu pulled Feng Xingyu to his feet, saying, "We're pressed for time and have a heavy mission, so we'll take our leave first."