His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

After saying that, without giving the two a chance to reply, she pulled Feng Xingyu away quickly.

On the way into the city, Feng Xingyu was unusually silent, barely saying a word.

Although his expression didn't seem to change much and his breathing was normal, Mo Sangyu still sensed that something was wrong with his emotions.

What... happened?

Upon reaching the city gate tower, Mo Sangyu suddenly stopped and looked up at him.

Feng Xingyu took a few steps forward, then realized she hadn't followed, and turned back: "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong with you?"

Mo Sangyu is someone who can't keep secrets; she needs to get to the bottom of things immediately: "Who upset you?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"Feng Xingyu, are you unhappy?"

"..."

Feng Xingyu was taken aback.

Is it that obvious?

He shook his head: "I'm not unhappy, it's just..."

I'm just thinking about how to solve the problem.

"Um?"

Mo Sangyu tilted her head to look at him, waiting for him to continue.

Feng Xingyu's thin lips curved slightly, his smile reaching his eyes: "Ayu, I'm so glad you noticed such a subtle change in my emotions. It means you care about me."

Oh.

Mo Sangyu sneered.

With an unnatural expression, he slowly straightened up.

Does she have one?

"What, did I say something wrong?"

Seeing her reaction, Feng Xingyu nervously pulled her back: "Don't you care about me?"

"Um...no."

Who asked whom first? Why are you asking her now?

Mo Sangyu pulled him along, saying, "Stop talking nonsense, let's get down to business."

Can't you feel whether you care or not? Why do you have to ask?

However, seeing that he seemed fine, Mo Sangyu decided not to investigate further.

Feng Xingyu was pulled away by her and didn't ask any more questions.

The two arrived at the foot of the city wall and observed it for a while.

The guards at the city gates were more stringent than before, and almost everyone entering or leaving the capital was thoroughly checked and questioned.

Nowadays, they can only enter the city by climbing over the wall. The number of guards around the city wall has increased several times, with a sentry every five steps and a post every ten steps.

They are practically committing crimes against the wind at this moment.

At the corner of the city wall, there was a three-breath gap between the changing of the guards.

Within three breaths, one must climb the wall, scale it, and land without making a sound.

Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu exchanged a glance, and taking advantage of the darkness and the blind spots of the guards, their figures flashed out like two wisps of smoke.

With a light touch of the toes against the wall, they leaped into the air and instantly climbed the towering city wall.

It landed without a sound, and the guards on the city wall came and went without anyone noticing.

No matter how many soldiers there are at this level, they are just decorations to them.

Once inside the city, they quickly entered uninhabited areas.

It's just that Feng Xingyu's eyes can't blend into the crowd.

After looking around the alley and determining the direction, Mo Sangyu headed directly southwest.

"Where are we going?" Feng Xingyu asked.

"go home."

Since we're already here, we might as well help the original owner get revenge.

In the original owner's memories, Mo Zhiyuan was not only a scumbag father, but also a heartless man.

Back then, Mo Zhiyuan and the original owner's mother, Ye Qingge, were childhood sweethearts and had been engaged since they were young. When they first got married, they lived a happy and fulfilling life.

At that time, Mo Zhiyuan was not yet the current Director of the Imperial Observatory, but just a minor official who had just entered officialdom.

Ye Qingge brought a generous dowry when she married him. She never looked down on his low official rank. On the contrary, she used her dowry to help him with his affairs and smooth things over.

The original owner was only a little over a year old when Ye Qingge became pregnant again.

Mo Zhiyuan held her hand and said sincerely, "Qingge, whether this baby is a boy or a girl, I am content. With you in my life, I will never take a concubine."

Ye Qingge believed it.

She was born another daughter.

Mo Zhiyuan said "A daughter is fine too," but the light in his eyes dimmed a little.

Ye Qingge wasn't unaware of this, but she simply assumed he wanted a son and that things would get better in a few days.

But the childbirth damaged her body, and the doctor said that she would probably have difficulty conceiving again in the future.

When Mo Zhiyuan found out, he sat in his study all night.

The next day, he came out with a gentle smile on his face and said he was fine, his two daughters were enough.

Ye Qingge thought he had really figured it out.

When Mo Sangwan was three years old, Mo Zhiyuan brought back a woman and another little girl.

The little girl was a year older than Mo Sangwan.

"This is the Zhou family."

Mo Zhiyuan said, without looking Ye Qingge in the eye: "She's been kept outside all these years, and now she's pregnant again. The doctor said it's most likely to be a son. I think we should give her a proper status."

Ye Qingge stood there, feeling as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over her head.

She suddenly remembered that in the second year of their marriage, Mo Zhiyuan had been saying he was busy with official business and rarely came home.

It turned out to be the case.

She asked him, "You said you would never take a concubine."

Mo Zhiyuan frowned, his tone somewhat impatient: "That's just something I said to appease you. What man doesn't want a son? You can't have one yourself, do you want the Mo family line to end?"

Ye Qingge didn't say anything more.

Three months after Zhou entered the household, she indeed gave birth to a son.

On the day of the full moon celebration, the Mo family mansion was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers. Mo Zhiyuan held his son, smiling so broadly that his eyes were almost closed.

Ye Qingge lay ill in bed, listening to the revelry in the front yard, coughing up blood again and again.

Ye Qingge died in less than a year.

The doctor said it was a mental illness that was difficult to cure, like a lamp running out of oil.

The original owner was only eight years old that year. She knelt in front of the mourning hall and cried more sadly than anyone else as she watched Mo Zhiyuan.

She was young then and didn't understand why people only cry when someone dies.

Later she went to the Black Cloud Temple.

He was gone for several years.

When she returned, her younger sister, Mo Sangwan, was already in a daze.

Zhou's daughter wore a ruby ​​headdress passed down from her mother, and the courtyard where Zhou's son lived was also built by her mother.

All of Ye Qingge's dowry went to Zhou's two children.

Unfortunately, the original owner didn't learn much real skill during the years she spent at the Black Cloud Temple. After returning home, she was still schemed against by them, and they even used Mo Sangwan to threaten her into marrying into the border region to complete an assassination mission that was impossible to accomplish.

Come back home?

Feng Xingyu took a moment to process what she meant by "home".

Yeah.

Let's use Mo Zhiyuan to open this knife.

At the end of the alley, the back gate of the Mo family mansion was hidden in the shadows.

Mo Sangyu stopped and looked up at the top of the wall.

The vermilion lanterns swayed in the night breeze, casting long shadows of the two characters "Mo Fu".

The next moment, the two of them floated lightly down onto the sycamore tree in the backyard.

The branches rustled slightly, startling two roosting birds, but they quickly fell silent again.

There was a small courtyard under the tree, and the lights were still on in the east wing.

A figure was projected onto the window paper, bent over writing something.

It is precisely the distance of ink.

Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu arrived silently at the door without alerting anyone.

She raised her hand and pushed the door open.

Mo Zhiyuan looked up when he heard the noise, and when he saw who it was, his brush suddenly stopped, and a blot of thick ink spread on the Xuan paper.

"you……"

He stood up, the chair legs scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.

"What, don't you recognize me?" Mo Sangyu walked in, closing the door behind her. "Father."

The word that came out of her mouth carried a strong sense of irony, along with a calm danger.

"You child... how can you talk like that? You're my daughter, how could I not recognize you?"

Mo Zhiyuan quickly regained his composure, his gaze sweeping over her before landing on Feng Xingyu, who had followed her in, and his pupils widened in shock.

Even though he had seen those eyes many times before, seeing them again now still startled him.

Now that he's grown up, he exudes an inhuman, demonic aura.

"Seventh...Seventh Prince, why are you..."

"Father-in-law."

Feng Xingyu leaned against the door and, mimicking Mo Sangyu's tone, called out to him mockingly, "Speaking of which, I should thank you for bringing A-Yu to my side."

Mo Zhiyuan: "..."

That address of "Father-in-law" terrified him.

He dared not accept that honor.

His Majesty ordered him to search for the whereabouts of Mo Sangyu, that rebellious daughter. He had been searching for almost a month without any news, but unexpectedly, she came to him on her own initiative tonight.

I wonder if the guards in the manor are capable of subduing these two?

"What are you thinking about?"

Seeing his calculating expression, Mo Sangyu scoffed, "Thinking about how to tip him off?"

She sighed and shook her head: "What a pity, you'll never have a chance."

"What...what do you want to do?"

Mo Zhiyuan glanced warily at Feng Xingyu at the door, but spoke to Mo Sangyu: "I am your biological father!"

"You're not worthy to be called my own father!"

"You rebellious daughter!"

"A rebellious daughter?"

Mo Sangyu readily agreed: "I am."

She slowly walked forward, a cold smile curving her red lips: "Since you're a rebellious daughter, then I'll do what a rebellious daughter should do."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly grabbed Mo Zhiyuan by the collar, pulled him from behind the desk, and threw him to the ground.

Mo Zhiyuan trembled with anger.

He got up from the ground, pointed at Mo Sangyu as if he wanted to curse her, but when he met her gaze, he swallowed his words.

The daughter before me seems completely different from the one before.

The Mo Sangyu of the past, though stubborn, always had a hint of forbearance and fear in his eyes. The one in front of him, however, looked at him as if he were looking at a dead object, without any emotion.

At this moment, she seemed even more dangerous than the demon at the door.

"What exactly do you want?"

"I want to burn this place down."

"...What did you say?"

Mo Zhiyuan could hardly believe his ears: "Are you crazy?"

however.

Mo Sangyu wasn't trying to scare him, nor was she joking.

Because she suspected that the original owner's mother, Ye Qingge, did not die of illness, but was murdered.

Although there was no direct evidence in the original owner's memories, piecing together many small details, Mo Sangyu was basically certain that Ye Qingge was killed by them.

"I'm too lazy to waste my time talking to you."

Just as Mo Sangyu was about to make another move, Feng Xingyu suddenly stepped in and stopped her: "Ayu, what do you want to do? How about I do it for you?"

"OK."

She walked to a chair and sat down. With a flick of her wrist, a bundle of rope appeared in her palm, which she tossed to Feng Xingyu.

"Tie him up and hang him from the roof beam."

"no problem."

The phoenix moves with the wife, who follows her husband's lead and obeys his commands.

Mo Zhiyuan's expression changed drastically, and he turned to run away.

But as soon as he took a step, he felt a tightness around the back of his neck, and Feng Xingyu lifted him up, his feet off the ground.

"Let...let me go!"

Mo Zhiyuan struggled desperately, kicking his arms and legs wildly, but he couldn't break free from that long and powerful hand.

Feng Xingyu ignored him, catching the rope that Mo Sangyu threw to him with one hand, his movements as casual as if he were tying up a chicken.

In no time, Mo Zhiyuan was properly tied up.

"Your Highness! Seventh Prince!" Mo Zhiyuan's voice trembled with anxiety. "I'm your father-in-law! You can't treat me like this..."

"father in law?"

Feng Xingyu raised an eyebrow, seemingly pondering the sentence seriously.

Then he laughed.

That smile was incredibly alluring, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

"But I have no choice; I have to listen to your daughter."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and tossed the rope, sending Mo Zhiyuan flying into the air. The rope looped around the roof beam and landed back in his hand.

He pulled gently.

Mo Zhiyuan was then suspended in mid-air, swinging back and forth like a pendulum.

"Ugh...ugh!"

Mo Zhiyuan wanted to curse, but found that his mouth had been stuffed with something.

Mo Sangyu sat in a chair, crossed her legs, and watched with great interest.

Feng Xingyu clapped his hands and walked over to her side: "Ayu, what's next?"

"Um……"

Mo Sangyu raised her head and looked at Mo Zhiyuan hanging from the roof beam. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Go and bring Zhou Shi, her son, and her daughter here. I need to reunite the four of them as a family."

"Ayu."

Feng Xingyu patted her head and said gently, "You are such a kind and understanding girl. I will have to learn a lot from you in the future."

After saying that, he quickly left the room.

Mo Sangyu couldn't help but roll her eyes.

This man...

Let's just assume he was genuinely praising her.

"Ugh... Ugh... Ugh..."

Mo Zhiyuan's face had turned a deep purplish-red, whether from holding it in or from fear, he stared at Mo Sangyu and shook his head frantically.

Mo Sangyu looked up at him, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Want to say something?"

Mo Zhiyuan nodded frantically.

"Okay."

She stood up, walked over to him, and reached out to pull the lumps of food out of his mouth.

Mo Zhiyuan gasped for breath, his voice urgent: "Yu'er, you can't do this. Zhou Shi is also your elder, and your younger siblings are still young. They are innocent..."

"innocent?"

Mo Sangyu interrupted him, tilting her head as if she were watching a joke.

"My mother isn't innocent? Sang Wan isn't innocent?"

Mo Zhiyuan choked.

"You can't even take care of yourself right now, and you still have the mind to worry about others."

Mo Sangyu spoke each word with utter sarcasm: "Why weren't you so affectionate towards my mother back then?"

Mo Zhiyuan opened his mouth, and after a long while, he finally managed to say, "I'm sorry... I'm the one who's sorry to your mother."

"stop."

Mo Sangyu turned around and walked back to her chair, saying, "If you want to apologize, wait until I take you downstairs and you meet her in person."

"What! What exactly do you want?"

Just then, footsteps came from outside the door.

The three people were thrown into the room one after another, and then Feng Xingyu reappeared at the door.

"Everyone's here."

He clapped his hands and walked to Mo Sangyu's side: "Ayu, inspect the work."

"That's great."

Mo Sangyu first praised them, and then looked at the three people on the ground.

Zhou's hair was disheveled, and her pale face showed a hint of fear; she was clearly not quite aware of what had happened.

The daughter, Mo Yunyun, huddled behind her mother, trembling.

Her son...slumped to the ground, his crotch soaked, repeatedly muttering, "Don't kill me."

Was he frightened by Feng Xingyu?

In the original owner's memories, he wasn't like this at all.

Taking advantage of being a son, he was a tyrant at home since he was a child, snatching everything from others. At such a young age, he displayed the word "vicious" to the fullest.

"So you're scared already? When you did evil, did you ever think this day would come?"

Upon hearing the sound, Zhou looked up abruptly, and only when she saw Mo Sangyu did she realize what was going on.

It's that slut who's back!

"Sang Yu, what are you doing? We're family..."