His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Luo Ming ran to the study and told Feng Xingyu about his conversation with Mo Sangyu.

He was still shaken: "Your Highness, can you really get these medicinal herbs? Don't get me into trouble, and... and I feel like she actually knows everything, and she knows that you made me do this."

"Um."

Feng Xingyu showed no surprise upon hearing this.

"Leave the IOU and banknotes, and you can go."

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Luo Ming slammed the IOU and banknotes on the desk and was about to leave when Feng Xingyu suddenly remembered something and asked again, "You should know what this prescription is for, right?"

Oh, this.

Luo Ming was embarrassed to admit he didn't know, so he could only give a vague answer: "Well... of course."

"As long as it's not something harmful, nothing else matters."

Feng Xingyu waved his hand: "Let's go."

"..."

None of the ingredients in this prescription are harmful.

But when used together... he wouldn't know.

Luo Ming still felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen this recipe somewhere before.

He remembered—it was an ancient medical text!

Where did he put that ancient medical book?

Go back and look for it.

Luo Ming left in a hurry.

Feng Xingyu changed his clothes and went out as well.

He went to the city gate tower.

Gu Jinzhi was instructing several soldiers to take the corpse hanging on the city tower down and throw it far away, where the Northern Di army would collect the body.

This can be considered a merciful act, returning the body to them.

"Jinzhi".

After doing all this, Feng Xingyu and Gu Jinzhi went to the camp below.

"I'll be away for two days. During these two days, please keep a close eye on the people below and have Yan Qing and Yuan Zhao patrol frequently. The leader of the Northern Di army is dead, so things should calm down for a while, but we still can't let our guard down. Continue to monitor closely to prevent other enemy forces from launching a surprise attack."

"What does Your Highness want to do?"

Gu Jinzhi's expression tightened slightly: "Is there any danger?"

"rest assured."

Feng Xingyu said calmly, "I know what I'm doing."

"In that mansion..."

"Moon Shadow will stay behind to keep an eye on Mo Sangyu; everything else will remain the same."

"it is good."

Gu Jinzhi didn't ask any more questions.

There are things Your Highness will say if you want to.

After giving his instructions, Feng Xingyu rode his horse towards the outskirts of the city.

at the same time.

Inside the prince's residence, Mo Sangyu finished breakfast and began to study how to make money.

If Luo Ming can really find all the medicinal herbs for her, then the IOU for 50,000 taels will be valid.

Last night, she took three thousand taels of silver notes from that man, and she planned to use the money to make a fortune at the underground arena.

She dared not mention the casino; she wasn't very good at that kind of thing, and she only had a meager amount of spiritual power to use right now, so she wouldn't gain anything by going there.

But the arena is different. Whether it's a beast or a human, whatever their strength, whether they win or lose, none of them can escape her soul consciousness.

"Miss, where are you going? Please take me with you."

Feng Mian was very worried about Mo Sangyu when she saw that she was about to go out again, and wanted to go with her.

"I've heard that the borderlands are very chaotic. What if we encounter bad people?"

Mo Sangyu glanced at her and said without any mercy, "If I encounter bad guys, I can escape on my own, and if I'm lucky, I can even fight back. But with you as a burden, you'll slow down my speed in drawing my sword."

She's struggling to protect herself now, let alone have the strength to protect others.

Upon hearing this, Feng Mian lowered his head sadly.

The young lady is right, she is useless.

"Alright, stay here obediently and wait for me to come back and bring you something delicious."

Mo Sangyu reached out and poked her head before turning and leaving.

Yan Qing, who was passing by, saw Mo Sangyu reach out and poke Feng Mian's head from afar. Feng Mian stood there pitifully, not daring to resist, and a nameless anger inexplicably rose in his heart.

Seeing Mo Sangyu walk away, he hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help walking towards Feng Mian.

"Oh, got scolded? Serves you right! Even God couldn't stand it anymore and had to punish you, you ungrateful little ingrate!"

Feng Mian, who was already feeling very sad, couldn't hold back anymore after Yan Qing said those words, and tears streamed down her face.

Yan Qing had never seen anything like this before, and he panicked immediately.

He glanced around nervously, worried about being seen.

"Don't cry, I was just telling the truth, I didn't bully you... Please stop crying..."

"I'm not an ungrateful wretch..."

Feng Mian's eyes were red like a rabbit's as she glared at him fiercely: "You've always been fierce, and I didn't say anything wrong. What gives you the right to accuse me of repaying kindness with enmity? What gives you the right to call me an ingrate?"

"I……"

"Stay away from me, or when Miss comes back, I'll tell her you bullied me!"

"...Okay, okay."

Yan Qing was utterly speechless.

As he backed away, he pointed at Feng Mian and said, "You're something else, you're amazing. Both you and your master are amazing, I can't afford to offend you."

After saying that, he angrily turned around and strode away.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly turned back: "Don't blame me for not warning you, you'd better be more careful. Your young lady isn't a good person. Don't accidentally anger her, or she might kill you too!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Mian angrily picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at Yan Qing.

Surprisingly, the shot was quite accurate, hitting him squarely on the forehead.

Yan Qing clutched his forehead and cried out in pain, "You..."

Feng Mian was also surprised to hit him.

She was afraid inside, but maintained a fierce expression: "Let you talk nonsense..."

Before she could finish speaking, she saw Yan Qing raise his hand and walk towards her, which startled her so much that she screamed in terror and immediately covered her head and squatted down.

Yan Qing was both annoyed and amused by the sight.

Now you know fear?

Such a coward, yet he dared to hit someone.

He snorted coldly, not wanting to lower himself to the level of a young woman.

Feng Mian didn't hear any movement for a while, and when he looked up, he realized that the person had already left.

I was terrified.

The young lady is not at home, so you must not be so impulsive again and cause trouble for her.

now.

Mo Sangyu had already left the Prince's residence.

She kept her head and face covered with a cloth and headed clearly toward the wealthy neighborhood.

Without transportation or spiritual power, she was not fast on her feet.

After walking for almost an hour, we finally reached the entrance to the underground arena.

The two fierce guards at the door glanced at her, and seeing that she was masked and had a slender figure, they impatiently stretched out their hands.

"Entry fee, 500 taels deposit, refundable upon exit with receipt; if you lose all your money or are kicked out, the deposit is non-refundable."

Five hundred taels is not a small sum for Mo Sangyu now.

But she didn't hesitate. She deftly counted out five hundred taels of silver notes from her bosom and handed them over, in exchange for a rough iron tag and a deposit slip.

As you descend the steep stone steps, a murky heat wave, a mixture of blood, sweat, dust, and frenzied shouts, washes over you.

Suddenly, everything became clear.

This is a huge circular area that was partially transformed from a natural cave.

In the center of the arena was a fighting cage enclosed by thick logs and cast iron bars. The bottom of the cage was covered with a thick layer of sand, stained with bloodstains that were difficult to wash off.

The surrounding area consisted of a series of rough stone steps leading up to the grandstand, which was now filled with people, their faces contorted with rage and excitement, waving their hands and shouting at the top of their lungs.

An atmosphere of near-madness permeated the air.

There are simple cubicles upstairs, prepared for people of status or those who place large bets; the environment there is relatively better.

Mo Sangyu glanced around and found a spot near a corner with a good view but not too conspicuous to sit down.

She didn't place a bet immediately, but sat down and observed patiently.

It's not too late to make a move once you understand the betting rules and are sure your judgment is accurate.

The battle ended quickly.

The winner was a burly man with muscles all over his body and a fierce face.

He raised his bloodied fist and roared, while the defeated man was dragged away like a lump of mud, his fate unknown.

The bookmaker was a middle-aged man with a pointed face and sharp eyes. He immediately struck a gong and loudly announced the information and odds for the next round.

Mo Sangyu closed his eyes, his soul consciousness falling on the two slaves who were about to enter the arena. After probing them, he silently judged who would win and who would lose.

Afterwards, her judgment proved to be accurate.

Next, she tried several more games without making a mistake before she started preparing to place her bets.

"Next match: Giant Bear vs. Lone Wolf. Giant Bear has won three consecutive matches and is incredibly strong. Lone Wolf is a newcomer. The odds are 1 to 5."

As the dealer introduced the newcomer, Mo Sangyu focused his divine sense on the newcomer named "Lone Wolf".

This man appears frail, with eyes as calm as still water, but there is a suppressed, yet unleashed, ruthless energy within him.

The giant bear that won three games in a row looked full of momentum and extremely fierce, but in reality, it was almost completely hollowed out inside.

This game was a foregone conclusion.

However, a commotion arose around them, with most people shouting "Giant Bear" and no one having any faith in the newcomer, Lone Wolf.

One to five.

This is an opportunity.

Mo Sangyu opened his eyes, walked to the betting area, and took out all the silver notes he had: "Two thousand seven hundred taels, betting on Lone Wolf."

The clerk in charge of collecting bets gave her a surprised look, but didn't say anything. He quickly registered her and gave her a receipt.

Game start.

Amidst the cheers and shouts of the crowd, the Giant Bear remained fiercely aggressive in the first half, while the Lone Wolf consistently avoided defense, silently waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.

Before long, the giant bear's breathing became unstable. Lone Wolf spotted the opening, gathered his strength, and unleashed a swift and ruthless attack. In less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, he knocked the giant bear to the ground, punching him repeatedly until he was unconscious.

An uproar erupted in the stands, with curses and shouts filling the air.

According to the odds, Mo Sangyu bet 2,700 taels, and with both the initial bet and the winnings, he received 16,200 taels in this match.

"You're lucky."

When Mo Sangyu went to collect the silver notes she had won, the dealer smiled at her and said something in a casual tone.

luck?

Mo Sangyu nodded and returned to her seat in the corner with the silver notes.

She didn't stop there; she continued to observe and probe with her divine sense, playing three rounds in a row.

Without exception, they won all three games.

The silver notes in her hand accumulated like a snowball, from the initial 2,700 taels to more than 30,000 taels.

Although she has kept a very low profile, her consistently accurate winning rate has still caught the attention of some astute gamblers and bookmakers.

She knew very well that winning money in a place like this was fine, but winning too much or too accurately would bring trouble.

Know when to stop.

Next time she comes, she'll have to put on a different disguise.

She got up and left when the game was in full swing.

Even so, she still felt several subtle gazes following her departing figure until she could no longer see them.

When she left, the five hundred taels deposit was returned to her.

It was already 9 PM when they returned to the prince's residence.

As soon as she arrived at the gate of the prince's residence, Mo Sangyu saw a figure standing there anxiously.

"What's wrong? Why are you standing outside in the cold?"

"Miss."

Feng Miandong's face was flushed. When she saw Mo Sangyu return, she hurriedly went to greet her: "Why did you take so long to come back? I was so worried!"

"don’t worry."

Mo Sangyu took her cold hand and walked quickly towards the mansion: "I bought you some delicious food on the way back, which took a little longer."

"Did you really buy some delicious food, Miss?"

"Why would I lie to you?"

The two returned to the main courtyard together.

Mo Sangyu glanced at the study and Feng Xingyu's room, and frowned slightly.

Why hasn't he come back yet, so late?

If he doesn't come back tonight, I'm afraid...