His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"A family?"

Mo Sangyu stood up, slowly walked to Zhou Shi, squatted down and looked at her: "Do you remember how my mother died?"

"Your mother... Sister Ye died of illness, you know that, why are you asking me?"

"Are you sure it died of illness?"

Mo Sangyu raised her hand, her spiritual energy transforming into a dagger. She grabbed the terrified boy beside her and gently tapped him on the face with the dagger, her tone indifferent: "Aunt Zhou, I'll ask you one more time, how did my mother die? Think carefully before you answer."

"Ah...what are you doing? Let him go!"

Upon seeing this, Zhou rushed over frantically, trying to rescue her precious son from Mo Sangyu's clutches.

Mo Sangyu kicked her away, and Feng Xingyu quickly went over, using the remaining rope to wrap around her neck, and tied the other end to Mo Zhiyuan's ankle.

Zhou was strangled by the rope, and she staggered forward a few steps, almost being strangled to death.

She gripped the rope around her neck tightly with both hands, her face flushed red, but she still desperately tried to turn her head to look at her son.

Mo Zhiyuan, who was hanging from the roof beam, felt as if his arm was about to be broken when she pulled him like that.

Unfortunately, his mouth was gagged again, and he could only let out painful whimpers, unable to utter a single word.

Seeing this, Mo Sangyu chuckled and gave Feng Xingyu an approving look, meaning, "Well done."

Feng Xingyu remained calm after being praised by his wife.

But upon closer inspection, one can see that the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl upwards slightly.

Mo Sangyu grabbed the brat by the collar, pressed the dagger against his face, and the icy touch made him tremble like a leaf.

His eyes were wide open, his face was covered in tears and snot, and his lips trembled as he cried out, "Mother... Mother, save me... save me..."

Zhou's heart was broken.

"Sang Yu, Sang Yu, let him go! He's your brother, your own brother!"

younger brother?

This is truly the funniest joke I've heard recently.

"My mother only gave birth to two daughters, so where would a younger brother come from?"

Mo Sangyu gently twirled the dagger in his hand, and a line of blood slowly oozed from his face.

The kid let out a howl, his eyes rolled back, and he almost fainted.

Zhou's lips trembled, and she couldn't speak.

Mo Zhiyuan, hanging from the roof beam, struggled desperately, the ropes creaking, and he made indistinct sounds, extremely anxious.

This is his precious darling, his lifeblood.

Mo Sangyu ignored him.

She moved the dagger down in her hand, pressing it against her neck.

"Aunt Zhou, I don't have much patience. I'll count to three, and if you don't tell me, I'll cut your precious son first."

"one."

Zhou's face turned deathly pale.

"two."

The kid's crotch was soaked again, and a foul stench filled the air.

Mo Sangyu frowned and kicked him under the table.

Feng Xingyu went over, drew the soft sword from his waist, and made a move to stab him.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!"

Zhou collapsed, slumping to the ground, her voice trembling with grief.

Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu exchanged a glance, then looked at her: "Speak."

Zhou, panting heavily, stammered out the details of Ye Qingge's death.

As expected, Ye Qingge did not die of illness at all.

Before Zhou Shi even entered the household, she bribed the maid who served Ye Qingge. After Ye Qingge gave birth to Mo Sangwan, which had already damaged her health, she began to administer a slow-acting poison to her.

This poison was very subtle and used in very small doses, so it went undetected for a long time, only causing Ye Qingge's body to gradually weaken.

It wasn't until she entered the house that the dosage of the medication was increased, because she couldn't wait and wanted to take the place of the legal wife.

As for Mo Sangwan, she was also abused by her. She was prevented from seeing a doctor when she was sick with a high fever, which caused brain damage and made her an idiot.

Although Mo Zhiyuan was unaware of everything Zhou had done, his indifference, selfishness, and heartlessness were the real culprits behind Ye Qingge's death.

After Ye Qingge's death, he even brazenly gave all of her dowry to Zhou's two children.

After Ye Qingge's death, the original owner and Mo Sangwan lived a life worse than pigs and dogs, and were often bullied by Mo Yunyun and her brother.

This is absolutely outrageous!

After listening, Mo Sangyu closed her eyes to calm herself down.

Once she calmed down, she strode to the corner and pulled out Mo Yunyun, who was curled up in a ball.

Mo Yunyun screamed and struggled, waving her hands wildly, but Mo Sangyu restrained her with one hand and dragged her to the center of the room like a chick.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

She cried out loudly, "Father, Mother, save me..."

Mo Sangyu threw her to the ground and stepped on her skirt, making her unable to move.

On the other side, Feng Xingyu's sword was still pointed at the person cowering under the table, making him afraid to move.

Mo Sangyu raised her head and looked at Zhou Shi and Mo Zhiyuan, who was hanging from the roof beam: "Now, I'm giving you a chance."

Zhou suddenly raised her head, her neck red from the rope, but a glimmer of hope ignited in her eyes: "You...you're willing to let us go?"

Mo Sangyu couldn't help but laugh.

The smile had a touch of tenderness in the candlelight.

"Yes, but..."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over Mo Yunyun and the child under the table: "I can only put one out, you choose."

Zhou was stunned.

Mo Zhiyuan stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"What do you mean?" Zhou's voice trembled.

"Can't understand?"

Mo Sangyu tilted her head, then pushed off with her foot, causing Mo Yunyun to scream in pain.

"Only one of your son and your daughter can live."

She pointed to Mo Zhiyuan hanging from the beam and said, word by word, "You two choose together. Whoever you choose lives."

Zhou's face completely lost its color.

Mo Yunyun screamed, "Mother, Mother, save me! I don't want to die..."

The child under the table finally burst into tears: "Father, Mother, I don't want to die either, please choose me...choose me..."

Zhou was trembling all over, her gaze shifting back and forth between the two of them, her lips quivering, and she couldn't make a choice for a long time.

Mo Zhiyuan struggled desperately, the ropes creaked, and he made indistinct sounds, but he couldn't shout anything out.

"hurry up."

Mo Sangyu urged impatiently, "If you don't choose, both of you will die!"

Before she could finish speaking, she and Feng Xingyu simultaneously thrust their sharp blades at the siblings.

"Don't hurt my son..."

Zhou opened her mouth, but her gaze finally fell on the trembling figure under the table.

Although she gave birth to both children, her son was the only heir of the Mo family and her only support for the rest of her life. She had no choice...

The sound of Mo Yunyun's cries still echoed in her ears. Zhou Shi closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face: "Son..."

Mo Yunyun's crying stopped abruptly.

She stared blankly at her mother, her eyes filled with disbelief: "Mother... what did you say?"

Zhou dared not look at her, her head bowed, her whole body trembling like a leaf in the wind, but her tone was very firm: "Son...choose a son..."

Mo Zhiyuan hung from the beam, nodding frantically, his eyes full of approval.

Yes, choose the son; the son is the root of the Mohist school.

What is a daughter? Sooner or later, a daughter will belong to someone else's family.

Mo Yunyun collapsed to the ground, tears streaming silently down her face.

Watching this scene, Mo Sangyu's red lips curled into a cruel smile, her eyes filled with mockery: "Have you made your choice?"

Zhou kept her head down and didn't speak, while Mo Zhiyuan nodded repeatedly, indicating that he had made his choice.

"OK."

Mo Sangyu loosened his grip and took a step back.

The next instant, a cold glint flashed from the dagger in her hand.

Before Mo Yunyun could scream, she collapsed to the ground.

Blood gushed out, staining her pink dress and the blue bricks on the ground.

Zhou suddenly looked up and saw her daughter lying in a pool of blood, letting out a heart-wrenching wail.

Mo Zhiyuan was also stunned, hanging in mid-air, staring blankly.

Before they could even react, Feng Xingyu thrust his soft sword forward, the tip piercing the brat's throat and exiting through the back of his neck.

The boy's eyes widened, and he made a gurgling sound as blood and foam gushed from the corner of his mouth.

He reached out and grabbed at Zhou's direction, then collapsed to the ground, motionless.

Zhou's eyes were wide open in horror.

"No!"

She lunged forward like a madwoman, but was pulled back by the rope around her neck, which choked her so much that she couldn't breathe. She still scratched desperately toward her son.

Mo Zhiyuan hung from the beam, his whole body swaying limply as if his bones had been removed.

Tsk tsk.

What a heartwarming scene.

Mo Sangyu wiped the blood off the dagger and put it away.

She walked up to Zhou, squatted down, and looked at her: "Does it hurt your heart?"

Zhou raised her head, her eyes filled with hatred: "Mo Sangyu, you bitch, you beast! They are your younger brothers and sisters too! How could you be so cruel? You devil!"

"Am I the devil?"

Mo Sangyu nodded: "I'll take that as a compliment. But you're not bad either. I'll give you two choices. If you don't choose in the end, try again, or even pay with your own life. I won't kill them, but unfortunately..."

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Zhou broke down and screamed.

"Alright, it's not over yet."

Mo Sangyu stood up, pointed at her, then at Mo Zhiyuan: "Only one of you can live."

"What?"

Zhou trembled, her face filled with disbelief.

Mo Zhiyuan, who was hanging from the beam, also suddenly looked at her.

"I'll give you one more chance."

Mo Sangyu threw the dagger in her hand on the ground and looked at Zhou Shi: "Kill him, and you live; otherwise, he kills you, and he lives."

Zhou stared at the dagger on the ground, both angry and furious.

Mo Zhiyuan struggled desperately, making "uh-uh" sounds, but it was unclear whether he was cursing or begging for mercy.

that's not important.

After Mo Sangyu finished speaking, Feng Xingyu used his sword to cut the ropes binding them.

"Begin, you only have the time it takes to drink a cup of tea."

As she spoke, her smile deepened: "When the time comes, they will all die."

After saying that, he ignored the two of them and walked out of the room with Feng Xingyu, then locked the door.

The two people inside quickly removed the ropes binding them, and their eyes simultaneously turned to the dagger on the ground.

"Don't act impulsively."

While keeping a close eye on Zhou Shi, Mo Zhiyuan advised, "Madam, we can't fall for this again. Tonight, even if you kill me, or I kill you, she won't let the one who survive go. We have to find a way to save ourselves."

After thinking about it, Zhou felt that Mo Zhiyuan was right.

That bitch is insane; you can't believe her.

But how can they save themselves?

"Sir, don't you find this strange?"

Zhou pressed her ear against the door, listening intently to the outside: "They've made such a commotion tonight, why haven't the guards in the manor made a sound?"

"What's so strange about that?"

Behind him, a ruthless glint flashed across Mo Zhiyuan's face. He quickly picked up the dagger from the ground and plunged it into Zhou's body: "Back then, it was you who poisoned Qingge to death! You poisonous woman, go and apologize to Qingge!"

"Master...Master..."

Zhou turned around, her eyes filled with shock: "You...you didn't say...you stopped loving her a long time ago?"

"We grew up together and had two children together. Although I no longer love her, I've never wanted her dead. If you hadn't seduced me, I wouldn't have..."

At this point, Mo Zhiyuan stabbed her twice more, whispering in her ear, "Do you think the guards in the manor didn't make a move? They were already dealt with by that monster. We couldn't possibly save ourselves. Yu'er is my own daughter. If I kill you to avenge Qingge, Yu'er won't kill me..."

Zhou died, and before she died, her eyes were still wide open.

Do not look down.

Outside.

Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu could see everything inside clearly.

"Are you going to let him go?"

Feng Xingyu asked a question.

But actually, there was no need to ask; he knew Mo Sangyu wouldn't.

Sure enough, Mo Sangyu glanced at him and gave him a wicked look.

Her biological daughter?

She isn't.

Mo Sangyu set the house ablaze.

The fire started from the window and quickly engulfed the entire house.

It seemed that Mo Zhiyuan's desperate screams could be heard coming from inside the house, but Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu had already left and disappeared into the thick night.

The fire burned ever brighter, illuminating half of the Mo residence.

When the guards and servants of the mansion discovered it, the study where Mo Zhiyuan was was burned down to just a frame and collapsed with a crash.

The Director of the Imperial Observatory, though not a high-ranking official, was one of the most trusted ministers of the emperor.

Over the years, he has given Feng Mingyuan a lot of advice and suggestions.

Back when Feng Xingyu was born, the saying that red eyes were an ominous sign of evil was also due to his role as the Imperial Astronomical Observer, who was good at observing celestial phenomena and predicting good and bad fortune.

"There are only three hours left until dawn. Before Feng Mingyuan attends the morning court session, take care of those ministers who pressured you back then."

The two walked onto the quiet, deserted street, where guards occasionally patrolled.

However, the firelight over the Mo residence quickly caught their attention, and most of them were rushing there.

Mo Sangyu thought about it and decided that tonight was the last chance.

Once it gets light, the entire capital will definitely be in chaos.

Before frying, she wanted to add some more ingredients to make it fry louder.

"it is good."

Without hesitation, Feng Xingyu agreed immediately: "How does Ayu want to play?"

After a moment's thought, Mo Sangyu immediately had an idea: "Let's go somewhere first."

On the way to that place, Feng Xingyu gave her a brief overview of the ministers they would be dealing with, including their official ranks and residences.

After listening, Mo Sangyu suddenly realized that Feng Xingyu knew so much about these people, probably because he had already planned his revenge.

However... his revenge plan was disrupted by her.

Now that Mo Sangyu is seeking revenge for him, he is willing to listen to her and do everything he was supposed to do in her way.

In this way, his heart was no longer filled with hatred, but also with love and hope.

"What are you thinking about? Time is limited. Hurry up and knock on the door, wake the boss up, and tell him we want..."