His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Wen Zhixia seemed surprised that Gu Jinzhi would say these things to her in front of so many people, and her face suddenly turned red.

"It's not hard work, it's what I should do."

"Um."

Gu Jinzhi, on the other hand, was calm and composed, showing no sign of guilt or embarrassment.

It was as if he was just a superior to subordinate, and it was just normal concern and inquiry.

"It seems Mr. Gu is a clueless, straight man who doesn't understand romance."

Mo Sangyu lowered the carriage curtain and couldn't help but mutter, "I thought that his eagerness to get Wen Zhixia back then was partly due to ulterior motives, but now it seems..."

"Jin has the world in her heart, but she is indeed a little slow to understand matters of the heart."

Feng Xingyu also witnessed the scene and chimed in with a comment: "However, with such a great opportunity right in front of him, if he still can't seize it, then if he ever dares to complain to me again that he's over thirty and still doesn't have a wife, I'll have something to say."

Upon hearing this, Mo Sangyu smiled and nodded at him: "As expected of you."

The convoy slowly drove into the foggy city.

Inside and outside the city gates, people lined the streets, their eyes following the exquisite carriage and the dashing generals on horseback.

What they really wanted to see was the legendary red-eyed emperor. The news had been circulating in vivid detail for a long time, but few people had actually seen him in person.

For a time, everyone's curiosity soared to unprecedented heights.

Unfortunately, they were just ordinary people, so how could they easily meet someone of such high status?

The carriage curtains were drawn low, completely obscuring the view, leaving not even a gap.

The people craned their necks and looked around for a long time, but could only vaguely see two blurry figures inside the carriage, their faces not even clearly visible.

"Oh, I can't see..."

"Don't push! Don't push! You're stepping on my foot!"

"What does His Majesty look like? Does he really have red eyes?"

"Keep your voice down! Don't talk nonsense!"

A murmur arose from the crowd, some disappointed, some curious, and some craning their necks to try and get closer, but in the end, they couldn't catch a glimpse of anything.

Besides the common people, the officials who came to greet the emperor were also extremely curious. They held back their curiosity the whole way and dared not ask too many questions, since they would see it sooner or later anyway.

Upon arriving at the palace, only the Imperial Guards remained with them; the other garrison troops stayed outside the city and had already begun setting up camp.

After entering the palace, the group parted ways.

Feng Xingyu led Gu Jinzhi, Wen Zhixia, Lu Jin, and others to the Hall of Diligent Governance.

The Hall of Diligent Governance was where state affairs were discussed. With the new dynasty newly established, there was a mountain of government affairs waiting to be dealt with, and he could not rest for a moment.

Mo Sangyu, on the other hand, went directly back to the Empress's residence, Zhaohua Palace.

In front of Zhaohua Palace.

Before Mo Sangyu even arrived at the destination, he saw several figures waiting there.

It was Granny Yu and Feng Mian. Mo Sangwan squatted to the side, holding a small twig in her hand, idly drawing something on the ground.

"Miss!"

Feng Mian was the first to see Mo Sangyu and excitedly shouted, "Is it really Miss? Miss is back!"

As she spoke, she hurriedly ran towards Mo Sangyu, her eyes red-rimmed, and gave Mo Sangyu a big bear hug: "Miss, why did you take so long to come back? I missed you so much!"

Mo Sangyu almost fell over from the enthusiastic hug.

Uh.

She was stunned for a moment.

Feng Mian successfully rendered her helpless.

Upon hearing this, Granny Yu behind her also looked delighted, but she had bad legs and walked slowly.

Upon approaching, she immediately draped the light pink cloak she was holding over Mo Sangyu's shoulders, saying, "Your Highness, it's getting cold. You're dressed too lightly. Please put this on."

Mo Sangyu had just finished putting on her cloak when Mo Sangwan finally noticed her, stood up and looked at her, her little face red from the cold.

"elder sister!"

After confirming that it really was Mo Sangyu, Mo Sangwan quickly ran over and reached out her arms, saying, "Sister, give me a hug."

"it is good."

Mo Sangyu walked over helplessly and hugged her: "Don't stand outside, come inside."

Zhaohua Palace was the residence personally chosen by Mo Sangyu. It was located in a quiet place and not far from Qinzheng Hall.

The palace had already been tidied up, and everything was furnished in her preferred style.

Simple, elegant, and not cumbersome.

"Your Majesty, everything is ready."

As the group entered the palace courtyard, Granny Yu respectfully inquired, "Hot water is prepared, and meals are arranged. Would Your Highness like to rest first or have your meal?"

"Let's go to the warm room."

I'll take a bath first to relax.

"I'll go every night too."

Upon hearing this, Mo Sangwan immediately raised her hand to indicate that she wanted to go together.

Before Mo Sangyu could finish speaking, Granny Yu stopped her, saying, "Second Miss, be good. Your older sister is very tired right now. Let her take a bath first, and then she can have dinner with you later, okay?"

The hot spring in the warm pavilion is for the Emperor and the Empress to use only. Even though the Second Miss is the Empress's sister, she cannot use it.

Mo Sangwan's little face showed a hint of disappointment, but when she heard the words "Sister is very tired now," she obediently nodded: "Okay, Wanwan, be good, Sister isn't tired."

Mo Sangyu gently rubbed her head, looking at her soft and sweet little face, and felt his heart soften as well.

Ever since she met Feng Xingyu and his group, she has inexplicably become soft-hearted.

The key point is that she's a ruthless and vicious woman, which is... strange.

When Mo Sangyu returned from her bath in the warm pavilion, Mo Sangwan was already sitting at the dining table waiting for her.

The table was laden with all sorts of delicacies. The little girl's eyes lit up, and she kept swallowing her saliva, but she still resisted the urge and insisted on waiting for her older sister to arrive before she could start eating.

Granny Yu and Feng Mian were by her side, and seeing her like this, they couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Wanwan."

Mo Sangyu walked over, picked up her chopsticks and put some food on her plate: "You must have been waiting impatiently, hurry up and eat."

"elder sister."

Mo Sangwan smiled at her, happily picked up her chopsticks and started eating, her cheeks bulging out.

She still loves to eat, just like before, you little glutton.

Mo Sangyu also ate a few bites, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Feng Mian standing to the side, looking somewhat dazed.

She clutched a handkerchief in her hand, glancing at the doorway every now and then, then lowering her eyes again, looking absent-minded.

"Fengmian"

"Huh?" Feng Mian snapped back to reality. "Miss... oh no, Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

Mo Sangyu looked at her with a half-smile: "What are you looking at? Are you waiting for someone?"

Feng Mian blushed and shook her head repeatedly: "No... this servant wasn't waiting for anyone."

"Oh……"

Mo Sangyu drew out the last syllable, knowing she was shy, and didn't expose her.

Yan Qing is probably wishing he could grow wings and fly over right now.

Mo Sangwan suddenly stopped eating as well.

Mo Sangyu looked at her: "What's wrong? Doesn't it taste good?"

She shook her head, a hint of grievance on her little face: "Sister, where's Brother Ya Zi?"

Does this little girl like Ya Zi so much?

Mo Sangyu asked, "Do you miss him?"

Mo Sangwan nodded, her eyes slightly red: "He hasn't come to see me in so long... Is it because Wanwan has been naughty? Does he not like Wanwan anymore?"

Seeing her on the verge of tears, Mo Sangyu frowned and gently rubbed her head: "Of course not, he's just busy. He'll come to see you when he's done."

"Really?"

"real."

Mo Sangwan was still a little worried and asked in a low voice, "When will he be finished?"

"..."

From the beginning, Mo Sangwan showed that she liked Ya Zi very much. At that time, Mo Sangyu only thought that she was a person who liked good-looking people.

But at this moment, Mo Sangyu suddenly realized... Could it be that Wanwan has developed some other feelings for Ya Zi?

What about Yazi?

Ya Zi is a normal person. Would he like Wan Wan, a child with mental disabilities?

Mo Sangyu was somewhat worried.

She had never experienced this feeling before, worrying and considering so much for others...

"Wanwan."

Just as Mo Sangyu was about to speak, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

It's Feng Xingyu who's here.

On the way back to the palace, Gu Jinzhi had already exchanged messages with Wen Zhixia.

His Majesty was originally the seventh prince of the Great You Kingdom. The fact that he was born with red eyes had already been spread back to the Misty Capital. He specifically instructed Wen Zhixia to inform the palace staff and officials in advance, telling them not to be surprised when they saw His Majesty's red eyes, so as not to cause any disorder or disturbance.

With this mental preparation, when everyone saw Feng Xingyu's red eyes, no matter what their feelings were, they would at least not easily reveal them.

As soon as Feng Xingyu entered Zhaohua Palace, everyone looked up at him.

But after only one glance, they all lowered their heads again.

Granny Yu had seen those red eyes years ago. The first time she saw them, she found them somewhat frightening, but like Gu Jinzhi and Yan Qing, she wasn't afraid of him at all; instead, she felt a deep pity for him.

Upon seeing her this time, she lowered her head because she couldn't hold back her tears.

His Highness... can finally show his true self openly and honestly.

All of this is thanks to Her Majesty the Empress.

Your Highness is His Highness's benefactor!

Feng Mian dared not look too closely, indeed fearing that he would lose his composure.

However, she didn't find that glance particularly frightening.

Perhaps it was because she knew that His Majesty was the Empress's husband, one of their own, and that no matter what he looked like, he would not harm them... So what was there to be afraid of?

The first person Mo Sangwan saw was not Feng Xingyu.

Behind Feng Xingyu were two other people.

It was Yan Qing and Ya Zi.

After the meeting, Yan Qing shamelessly insisted on coming along, while Ya Zi originally planned to leave the palace directly, but when he glanced at Zhaohua Palace a few times outside the hall, he was stopped by Feng Xingyu and brought along.

Even now, Ya Zi still doesn't understand why His Majesty brought him here.

Although...but.

He really wanted to come and see...

"Brother Yazi".

As soon as she arrived at the palace gate, Mo Sangwan saw Ya Zi, threw down her chopsticks, and immediately ran towards him, grabbed his hand, blinked her big, bright eyes at him, and spoke in a soft, sweet voice.

"Brother Ya Zi, you've finally come to see Wanwan! Wanwan missed you so much!"

Ya Zi glanced at Mo Sangyu subconsciously, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes.

He tried to break free from Mo Sangwan's hand, but the little girl held on very tightly, and he couldn't break free unless he used force.

"Miss Wan, please let go..."

Ya Zi couldn't bear it in the end. Even though he was worried that his mistress would be angry if she saw this, he didn't push Mo Sangwan away forcefully.

"Never let it out."

Mo Sangwan pulled him to the dining table: "Brother Ya Zi, I'm hungry, have dinner with me."

Okay.

In Sang Wan's heart, Ya Zi's status had already surpassed that of her, her adopted older sister.

Mo Sangyu glanced at him indifferently: "In that case, let's all sit down and have something to eat."

Anyway, the table is big enough, and there's plenty of food prepared.

Feng Xingyu stood beside her, his gaze fixed on her. Seeing that she had seen Ya Zi and Mo Sangwan's intimate actions, he did not show any displeasure, and his thin lips curved into a barely perceptible smile.

From the moment Yan Qing entered the hall, his eyes were glued to Feng Mian, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

Feng Mian felt his face burning hot under his gaze.

Fortunately, everyone's attention was on the Second Miss and Ya Zi, otherwise she would have wanted to crawl into a hole right now.

After Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu sat down, they saw Yan Qing still standing there grinning foolishly. Feng Xingyu gave him a rather disdainful look and said, "Aren't you going to sit down?"

Yan Qing realized what was happening and felt a little embarrassed, so he quickly went over and sat down.

Ya Zi was pulled by Mo Sangwan and sat down with her.

Seeing this, Granny Yu turned around and ordered the palace servants to bring several more sets of clean bowls and chopsticks.

He then left and stood guard outside the door.

Feng Mian was about to step back with him when Yan Qing hurriedly looked at her. He had already raised his buttocks and was about to lose his balance on the chair.

You should know that he shamelessly came here not to dine with His Majesty and the Empress.

He came to see Feng Mian.

Feng Mian is leaving, what's the point of him eating?

"Fengmian"

At the critical moment, Mo Sangyu called out to Feng Mian: "Come and take a look. Is there a nail in General Yan's chair? Why can't he sit down?"

"what?"

Feng Mian really thought there was a nail in Yan Qing's chair, so she hurriedly ran over to check: "Yan Qing, are you alright? Let me see."

She nervously pulled him up, and was about to bend down to check when Yan Qing grabbed her hand and stopped her.

A rare hint of embarrassment appeared on Yan Qing's face: "It's nothing."

He gave Mo Sangyu a resentful look: "Your Majesty, you..."

"What's wrong?"

Mo Sangyu smiled faintly and asked in return, "General Yan's reaction just now, wasn't it because there was something on the chair, but because of yourself...?"

"Oh dear, Your Majesty!"

Yan Qing quickly interrupted her: "Don't tease me. I really do want to have a private conversation with Feng Mian. Please grant my request, Your Majesty."

"Yan Qing!"

Before Mo Sangyu could speak, Feng Mian's face turned bright red, and she retorted in a low voice, "There are so many people here, don't talk nonsense."

"Fengmian"

Yan Qing grasped her hand and said earnestly, "Don't worry, I've already mentioned it to Her Majesty, and she agreed. We'll be together soon..."

He blurted it out in front of everyone, and Feng Mian was so frightened that she quickly covered his mouth, saying, "Stop talking!"

She hid behind Yan Qing, not daring to face everyone's gaze.

This idiot of a man, didn't he know to tell her these things in private?

"Alright, sit down and eat first."

Mo Sangyu spoke up at the right moment: "Feng Mian, please sit down. I have something to say to you."

"Oh, yes."

When Mo Sangyu spoke, Feng Mian naturally obeyed.

Yan Qing solicitously pulled out a chair for her and had her sit next to him, then began to serve her food: "Have something to eat first."

"I'm not hungry."

Feng Mian wanted to kill him: "I've already eaten, you can eat it."

"Look at how worthless he is."

Feng Xingyu frowned as he watched. The next moment, he casually picked up a piece of meat for Mo Sangyu and turned to ask her in a low voice, "Ayu, shouldn't I have done this?"