His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

The Great Netherworld Palace.

Over the past two weeks, Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu have purged all the people in the palace, leaving only a small number of usable palace staff to take care of the daily life in the palace.

At this moment, the imperial study was brightly lit by candlelight.

The memorials on the table were piled up into three small mountains.

These were all things that had been left behind before Feng Mingyuan's accident.

During this time, Feng Xingyu would come to the Imperial Study whenever he had free time to familiarize himself with the political situation and policies of the Great You Kingdom.

In half a month, he went through all of Dayou's national policies, state administration, border defense and supplies.

He had already clearly outlined the mess in the political situation.

In addition, he was also responsible for sneaking out of the palace every now and then to buy some fresh ingredients.

There are hundreds of court officials and imperial guards detained in the palace; we can't let them all starve to death.

Besides, he and Mo Sangyu also need to eat.

Mo Sangyu had a rare period of peace these days, spending her days wandering around the palace, exploring every corner of the Imperial Garden, from the rockery to the ruined palaces and the library.

When the mood struck him, he followed Feng Xingyu out of the palace to shop and also to find out what was going on outside.

Create some public opinion in advance.

The Chen Kingdom's army stormed into the Great You Kingdom, without harming a single civilian along the way. The Great You Kingdom's destruction had nothing to do with the prophecy of that year; it was simply due to the incompetence of the current emperor.

Since Feng Mingyuan suffered a stroke and became paralyzed, he has been left in the cold palace.

After being treated by the imperial physician, his life was saved, but he remained in a daze, sometimes lucid and sometimes confused, and sometimes he couldn't even recognize the people around him.

In this situation, Mo Sangyu could actually cure him, but she didn't want to, so she just left him in the cold palace, with only a little eunuch serving him.

He never lacked food, drink, or other necessities, but was simply allowed to drift through life in a daze... This could be considered his retribution.

Meanwhile, Eunuch Qing, who had been severely injured by Mo Sangyu, was locked in a dark room by Feng Xingyu, who fed him a specially made muscle-weakening powder, leaving him weak and unable to activate any true energy.

In just a few days, Feng Xingyu went to the secret room three times.

Each time, Eunuch Qing would lower his head and remain silent, refusing to utter a single word about Yun Wangshu.

Because he knew that this secret might be his last bargaining chip, and once he revealed it, they would never spare his life.

He could only look for an opportunity to force out the medicine from his body, restore his true energy, and then he could easily leave this place.

But before he could find an opportunity, they saw through his intentions.

The fourth time Feng Xingyu went to see him was tonight, fifteen days later.

Upon entering the dark room,

"Since you're unwilling to speak, I won't force you. Anyway, it's all in the past, and knowing the truth won't change the outcome. But as long as you're alive, you'll always be a threat to us, so I'll still kill you."

Eunuch Qing: "..."

Whether he speaks or not, he must be killed?

"Would you believe me if I said I could avoid being a threat to you?"

Feng Xingyu's answer was, "I don't believe you," and then, a sword swiftly thrust towards him.

"Okay, I'll tell you."

In a flash, Eunuch Qing, not daring to gamble, quickly spoke up: "Back then, this old servant saw a man with blue eyes go to the Cold Palace to look for your mother."

Mo Sangyu stood at the door. When she heard him relent, a mocking smile appeared on her red lips. But when she heard what he said next, her expression instantly darkened.

Another man with blue eyes?

Chu Canglan also said that the person who helped them set up the defensive restrictions for Youdu was the one with blue eyes.

Could it be the same person?

Feng Xingyu's expression remained calm, revealing little emotion. He stared at Eunuch Qing, waiting for him to continue.

Eunuch Qing thought that this one sentence would be enough for him to take the initiative, but in the end, the other party acted as if he hadn't heard it at all and didn't react at all.

He sighed and had no choice but to continue, "Actually, this old servant doesn't know much either. This blue-eyed man is not a martial arts practitioner, and there is no fluctuation of true qi on his body. But he is definitely not an ordinary person. Because after he entered the Cold Palace, this old servant hesitated for only a moment before immediately following him to check the situation, but I couldn't even catch a glimpse of him."

"It was on that occasion, in the cold palace where Consort Yun lived, that this old servant found a secret technique book. After secretly practicing it, I broke through to the peak of the ninth rank in just a few months and became a grandmaster."

"That secret technique should have been left behind by that blue-eyed man. It's a pity it's only half, otherwise..."

Otherwise what? He didn't say anything more.

But Mo Sangyu understood.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have lost to her?

Oh.

Mo Sangyu leaned lazily against the door frame, a thoughtful look on her face.

Get to the point.

Feng Xingyu's patience was dwindling.

Eunuch Qing weakly raised his finger, but still couldn't gather his true energy.

What medicine did you give him?

That's incredibly powerful.

"The day after that blue-eyed man left, someone discovered that your mother's eyes... had also turned red. You should know what happened after that..."

Afterwards, His Majesty learned of this matter and concluded that Consort Yun was the source of evil and had been deceiving his feelings all these years. In a fit of rage, he bestowed upon her a white silk ribbon, intending to kill Consort Yun.

Later, a fire broke out in the Cold Palace, and Consort Yun perished in the flames. After that, the Seventh Prince's eyes suddenly turned back to their normal black color.

He had assumed that it was because Consort Yun, the source of all trouble, had died that the Seventh Prince had returned to being a normal child.

Now I realize that this is not the case.

Back then, Consort Yun must have used some method to cover up the Seventh Prince's red eyes... but in essence, it cannot be changed.

After finishing speaking, Eunuch Qing looked up and observed Feng Xingyu's expression.

Seeing the coldness in his red eyes and the low pressure around him, I knew he must have been thinking about that matter.

"Seventh Prince, there is something this old servant feels it is necessary to explain to you."

"At the time, although His Majesty issued such an edict, he never actually intended to order the Empress's death... His Majesty planned to rescind the edict at the last minute, but... in the end, it was too late."

"Oh."

Feng Xingyu sneered, his aura suddenly turning extremely cold.

His eyes were deep and dark, filled with intense hatred that vanished in an instant.

"What's the point of saying all this!"

"Even so, can that erase the harm and suffering my mother and I endured during those years in the Cold Palace?"

Upon hearing this, Eunuch Qing slowly lowered his head.

He was speechless.

Yes, explaining all this is indeed pointless.

"I have told you everything I know. Whether you want to kill me or torture me... I hope Your Highness can grant me a quick death."

After he finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the moment of his execution.

Just then.

The outer defensive barriers suddenly fluctuated violently.

It seems that someone is forcibly breaking the restrictions.

This fluctuation has an extremely strong destructive power on the restrictions.

The defensive barriers are of the same origin, but the one set up by Mo Sangyu is fundamentally different from the one in Youdu City.

She was created by utilizing the transformations of heaven and earth and her own spiritual power, which is equivalent to reinforcing the original restriction with spiritual power.

If you encounter a truly formidable person, it might be easy to tear open a crack and get in, but it's still very difficult to completely destroy them.

really.

After several fluctuations, the defensive barrier returned to its original state, and the attempt to break it failed.

However, someone with such abilities...

Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu exchanged a glance, a hint of seriousness flashing in their eyes.

The two closed the door to the dark room and were just about to go out to investigate when they saw two figures approaching them in the darkness.

To be precise, it was one person carrying another, heading straight for them.

It's obvious who it is without even guessing.

Chu Canglan and Yin Yue.

Was the person who made such a commotion just now Chu Canglan?

No.

The next moment, Mo Sangyu denied this guess.

Chu Canglan could tear open the crack and enter, at most revealing his aura without causing any fluctuations in the entire defensive barrier.

"Feed".

Chu Canglan's voice arrived before he did.

"There's a mysterious man at the door. I have a feeling he's up to no good. You should go out and check it out. If you don't want any more trouble, I suggest you just kill him."

"What?"

When he finally arrived in front of her carrying Yin Yue, Mo Sangyu frowned and asked, "What mysterious man? Explain yourself clearly."

"A man with blue eyes. The aura emanating from this man is very strange. I have a feeling that he is an enemy, not a friend."

Chu Canglan rushed in to deliver the message as quickly as possible.

He was injured and carrying Yin Yue, and he had used his true energy to tear a crack in the restriction, so he was now panting heavily.

"I'm pretty sure this person isn't the same one who helped us set up the defensive barrier back then. You guys get out of here right away, or he might break the barrier."

Blue eyes again?

They had just heard about this person from Eunuch Qing and were wondering where to find him. They never expected that he would appear like this.

"Okay, I understand."

Mo Sangyu glanced at him: "Take Yinyue to a safe place to hide first, then we'll go and meet him."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Xingyu suddenly looked up and said coldly, "He's already inside."

They're in?

It feels like it's not just one person.

Mo Sangyu raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The blue-eyed man tried several times but failed to break through the defensive barriers of the entire palace.

Having no other choice, he had to infiltrate on his own, just like Chu Canglan.

The night seemed to freeze instantly.

In the courtyard outside the Imperial Study, the air was still, and a cold and eerie atmosphere silently enveloped the entire palace.

Mo Sangyu looked up at the deep palace night, her red lips slowly curving into a cold arc.

"Since you're already here, stop sneaking around and come out."

A tall, slender figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the courtyard.

The man was dressed in a long, black robe, and a faint mist swirled around him.

The black veil on his head had been removed, revealing his true appearance.

What was most striking were his eyes, which were truly a jade-green color, exuding an inhuman chill.

His gaze fell directly on Feng Xingyu.

When he met those blood-red eyes, the blue-eyed man didn't show much surprise; instead, he revealed a hint of excited fervor.

"As expected."

He chuckled softly, his voice hoarse like the scraping of rusty iron.

The next second, he raised his hand and waved.

A dozen or so dark figures shot out from his sleeves, and upon landing, they transformed into more than a dozen people.

These people were completely black, with skin like dead wood, empty eyes, and a dense aura of death emanating from them.

"What the hell?"

Chu Canglan was the first to exclaim in surprise. He subconsciously reached out and covered Yinyue's eyes in his arms: "Yue'er, don't look."

Yin Yue pried his hand away and looked at him carefully, without showing any fear on her face.

Upon seeing this, Mo Sangyu frowned slightly.

"These people do not have a soul in their bodies."

"Is it a dead person?"

Even Feng Xingyu himself found it absurd to ask such a question.

How can a dead person still move?

The key point is that they came out from the sleeve of that blue-eyed man!

The blue-eyed man listened to their speculations, a strange smile appearing on his face. Without offering any explanation, he gave the order: "Kill."

Upon hearing the command, the shadowy figures moved as if they were ordinary people.

Swift in movement and ruthless in action.

Feng Xingyu flashed forward, thrusting his longsword straight out.

The sword tip pierced through the chest of a dark figure, leaving a gruesome bloody hole.

But the person seemed to feel no pain and continued to strike hard with their palm.

Feng Xingyu's eyes darkened, and he immediately dodged. On the other side, several dark figures surrounded him at the same time.

Their goal was clear: Feng Xingyu alone.

Chu Canglan, Yin Yue, and Mo Sangyu, who were standing nearby, ignored everything and rushed towards Feng Xingyu.

"Feed".

Mo Sangyu called out to them, but there was no response.

All the shadowy figures attacked Feng Xingyu together.

Feng Xingyu's eyes were cold and sharp, and his sword light was as fast as lightning. He directly severed the arm of a dark figure. There was no blood at the cut, only a dark black spot.

The shadowy figure, missing an arm, continued its offensive relentlessly.

Mo Sangyu's brow twitched as he read this.

Since no one is coming to her side, she might as well go to them.

She walked up behind a dark figure, gathered spiritual energy between her fingers, and slapped his shoulder with her palm. Half of the figure's shoulder instantly collapsed, but he didn't even turn his head.

Just ignore it?

Mo Sangyu laughed in exasperation: "Who do you think you are?"

Chu Canglan chuckled, "Looks like you're here for your man and don't want to talk to us."

"To attack him is to attack me."

Mo Sangyu stopped testing the waters and started getting serious.

Spiritual energy materialized into short blades, and the figure darted into the shadows, slicing across their bodies, faces, and necks, each strike fatal.

As a result, it was able to be pierced and severed.

But it just won't die.

Chu Canglan took a few steps back while holding Yinyue, his expression solemn.

"What kind of monster is this?"

No one answered.

However, Mo Sangyu probably already guessed it.

She knew about this thing, but had never seen it before.

"Just chop off their heads."

"it is good."

Upon hearing Mo Sangyu's words, Feng Xingyu immediately understood.

She drew her longsword in a sharp, swift motion, dodging the surrounding shadows, and her red eyes precisely locked onto the neck of one of them.

The sword light suddenly surged, and the sound of the blade cutting through the air was crisp and piercing. A jet-black head flew up and rolled onto the bluestone ground.

The headless body stood frozen in place, its movements abruptly halted.

In the blink of an eye, the body and head turned into a thick black mist, which dispersed with the wind and disappeared completely.

"It really worked."

Feng Xingyu said in a low voice, his tone cold.

The remaining shadowy figures, fearless and mad, pounced on him, completely ignoring Mo Sangyu beside them.

Mo Sangyu's figure was as light as a butterfly, and the short blade flew between her fingertips.

She specifically targeted the neck; with a flash of the blade, a head would fall to the ground.

With each person killed, the shadowy figure would dissipate into black mist.

However, there were quite a few of these things, and their movements were no different from those of real people. They were ruthless and cunning, and for a time they were locked in a fierce battle.

Phoenix's swordplay was powerful and sweeping, each move aimed directly at the head.

Even with its torso pierced and limbs severed, the shadowy figure can still move as usual; only by having its head cut off will it be completely destroyed.

Chu Canglan stood in a safe place, holding Yinyue, watching with trepidation.

"No injury or pain, only death by decapitation—such a bizarre thing is unheard of."

Yinyue remained silent, a thoughtful look in her eyes.

The blue-eyed man remained motionless throughout, his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze fixed intently on Feng Xingyu's figure.

Behind the fervor lies a hidden murderous intent.