His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Mo Sangyu glanced at him and remained silent.

Yan Qing dared not openly refute, but secretly grumbled in his heart.

Oh.

He's worth even less than that.

Ya Zi didn't have the extra energy to watch Yan Qing's performance.

The little girl kept staring at him, urging him to eat this and that.

Ya Zi was filled with trepidation.

On the one hand, he was worried that the little girl was too clingy and that the young lady would be unhappy. On the other hand, he was also worried that he might have some inappropriate thoughts again.

Miss Wan is so clean and beautiful.

It's not something someone like him can get his hands on.

Later, seeing that His Majesty and Miss's attention was on Yan Qing and Feng Mian, they gradually relaxed.

There was silence at the dinner table.

Everyone began to eat in silence, and only the soft clinking of cutlery could be heard in the hall.

The atmosphere was both strange and awkward.

Of course, this does not include Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu.

They remained calm and composed, and quickly finished eating.

Seeing that they had put down their bowls and chopsticks, Yan Qing lost his appetite and was only thinking about having a few words with Feng Mian alone.

Feng Mian barely ate anything, as she had already eaten. In this atmosphere, she felt even more uneasy, as if she were sitting on pins and needles.

Mo Sangwan was the least affected. Only after she had finished eating did she finally deign to glance at Mo Sangyu.

Upon suddenly seeing Feng Xingyu's red eyes, she covered her eyes in shock.

"Wanwan."

Mo Sangyu thought she was frightened and was about to get up and go over, but she saw her stand up first and run towards Mo Sangyu... or more accurately, towards Feng Xingyu.

"Wow."

Mo Sangwan ran up to Feng Xingyu, tilted her head back, and stared at his red eyes with wide, unblinking eyes.

"It's so beautiful."

She stretched out her little hand, wanting to touch but not daring to, hovering in mid-air, timid and hesitant.

Feng Xingyu was slightly taken aback, then raised his lips in a smile: "Aren't you afraid?"

Mo Sangwan shook her head.

"Don't worry, it's like a gemstone, shiny and beautiful."

She thought for a moment, then added seriously, "It looks even better than Wanwan's candied hawthorns."

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Yan Qing almost burst out laughing, then quickly covered his mouth.

Ya Zi looked at Mo Sangwan's innocent and carefree appearance, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

Mo Sangyu couldn't help but laugh.

The little girl's mind was filled with nothing but food; she could only use candied hawthorns as a comparison.

"Wanwan, come here."

Mo Sangwan obediently walked over, her gaze still fixed on Feng Xingyu, and whispered, "Sister, brother's eyes are so beautiful, I want to touch them."

Mo Sangyu looked at Feng Xingyu.

Feng Xingyu immediately leaned down slightly and brought his face closer: "Touch me."

Mo Sangwan reached out her hand, touched him lightly, and immediately withdrew it, a sweet smile on her face.

After touching him, he returned to Yazi's side.

"Brother Ya Zi, are you full?"

"Um."

"How about we go play in the yard with Wanwan?"

Ya Zi subconsciously looked at Mo Sangyu.

Mo Sangyu leaned back in her chair and said lazily, "Why are you looking at me? Wanwan said you'd keep her company, not that I would."

Ya Zi opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but before he could speak, Mo Sangwan pulled him out of the palace gate.

Yan Qing also stood up, stammering and fidgeting for a while. Feng Xingyu glanced at him and said, "You go too, take Feng Mian with you."

"Okay."

He grabbed Feng Mian's hand and ran outside with her.

Caught off guard, Feng Mian stumbled as he was pulled, as if he would be left behind again if he was a step too slow.

Mo Sangyu originally wanted to talk to them... but now it seems better to let them talk to each other.

Her job was simply to prepare the dowry and ensure the bride got married happily.

The hall fell silent.

Only Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu remained.

The candlelight flickered, casting a warm glow throughout the room.

Feng Xingyu leaned back in his chair, one hand supporting his chin, his gaze languidly and gently falling on Mo Sangyu.

He just stared straight at her like that.

"What are you looking at?"

Being stared at like that suddenly made even Mo Sangyu feel a little uncomfortable.

It's mainly his eyes that are so deadly.

"Ayu."

Feng Xingyu's gaze lingered, and he leaned slightly closer to her before saying, "I want to discuss something with you."

"What is it?"

Judging from his expression, Mo Sangyu felt that it was unlikely to be a good thing.

The expectation in his eyes was so obvious.

"I'm sleepy."

Before he could speak, Mo Sangyu reached out and pushed his face away, preventing him from staring at her any longer: "We can talk about it tomorrow."

She stood up and walked towards her own bedroom.

Feng Xingyu stared at her back, a hint of dejection flashing in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it, and a faint dark light ignited deep within his red eyes.

Want to run?

Can they escape?

Feng Xingyu went to the warm pavilion and carefully washed himself from head to toe, inside and out.

Fifteen minutes later.

He got out of the water and loosely wrapped his thin nightgown around his body.

Her clothes were wide open, and water droplets rolled down her hair, shimmering on her skin. Her shoulders were smooth, and her waist and abdomen were firm.

It possessed a captivating and alluring beauty.

Her red eyes were slightly moistened by the moisture, losing their usual coldness and leaving only a tender and deep look.

Her eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, inexplicably alluring.

He raised his eyes and looked towards Mo Sangyu's bedroom. His red eyes gleamed with a dark light, beautiful yet dangerous, making it impossible to look away.

Stepping out of the warm pavilion, her clothes fluttered lightly.

He walked briskly through the door of Mo Sangyu's bedroom, looking alluring and meticulously groomed.

Only a dim bedside lamp remained in the hall, casting a warm, hazy light.

"Ayu..."

As a result, the smile on her lips froze as soon as she reached the bedside.

Mo Sangyu lay on the bed, her long hair scattered on the pillow, her eyebrows and eyes relaxed, her breathing light and long, she had long since fallen into a deep sleep.

Feng Xingyu's half-open robe was still showing, her posture alluring, but it was... a flirtatious wink to a blind man.

She fell asleep so quickly.

He sat down on the edge of the bed with a deep look in his eyes.

After sitting for a long time, he suddenly turned over and got into bed, crawling into Mo Sangyu's quilt.

In her sleep, Mo Sangyu felt a cool breeze, and a familiar scent filled her nostrils, making her feel both relaxed and alert.

A soft, hot kiss landed gently on her forehead, the tip of her nose, her cheeks, and finally on her lips.

"Stop fooling around..."

Mo Sangyu knew it was Feng Xingyu kissing her. Sleepiness made her resist a little, and she reached out to push him away, but he forcefully grabbed her hands, twisted them behind her back, and pressed her down tightly.

A husky voice whispered in her ear, "Ayu, give me a child, I want one..."

What... a child?

Mo Sangyu's drowsiness immediately dissipated by half.

Why bring this up again?

After Feng Xingyu finished speaking, he began to reach out and peel off her clothes, hooking the belt around her waist and gently pulling it to reveal the light pink undergarment underneath.

His large hand reached in with practiced ease.

"phoenix……"

Promise me.

As soon as Mo Sangyu opened her mouth, he kissed her fiercely: "Ayu, let's have a child, okay?"

The tone was inquiring, yet it gave no chance for the person to refuse.

Feng Xingyu knew very well that as long as Mo Sangyu didn't want to have a child, no matter how hard he tried in bed, it wouldn't work.

Mo Sangyu was so weak from his clinging that she couldn't muster any strength and could only turn her head away from his hot breath: "Feng Xingyu, let go first, let's talk..."

"Do it first."

He lowered his head and gently bit her delicate neck, his tone both soft and domineering: "Unless you promise me, you'll have to...do it every day."

That's somewhat shameless.

However, in order to achieve his goal, Feng Xingyu no longer cared about anything else.

Now that he has avenged his great enemy and the world is at peace, if Ayu wants to leave... how can he keep her?

"..."

Mo Sangyu was indeed taken aback by his shamelessness. She wanted to retort, but he kissed her again. This kiss was no longer the gentle probing of before, but rather an urgent, almost predatory one, which made her feel like she was suffocating.

His large hand tightened slightly around her waist, pulling her closer. He buried his face in the crook of her shoulder, his voice low and hoarse, almost pleading: "Promise me, okay?"

He kept asking, but never gave her a chance to speak.

The candlelight flickered gently, casting their intertwined shadows onto the bed curtains. The warm light created a tender and enchanting atmosphere, leaving no room for anyone else or any distracting thoughts.

Feng Xingyu finally stopped after pestering her twice.

In matters like this, Mo Sangyu could never resist him, but she had to know when to stop. Otherwise, if he got really angry, he wouldn't be able to enter her room next time.

Afterwards, he carried her to the washroom to clean her up, and then they returned to bed. Mo Sangyu's body went limp in his arms, and at that moment, his heart softened as well.

However, in the end, I still didn't get the answer I wanted...

But he wouldn't give up. As he said, if they didn't agree, he would show his determination with actions...

Several nights passed in a row. Feng Xingyu was busy with court affairs during the day, but it did not affect him at night. He was immersed in it tirelessly.

In just a few days, they did more times than they did in several months.

Mo Sangyu's back was almost broken.

The original plan to continue road construction and defense deployment was also disrupted by him.

I spend all my time sleeping except for eating.

Damn man, in terms of physical strength, Mo Sangyu is really much worse than him.

This can't go on, so Mo Sangyu decided to find some time to have a good talk with him.

Why is he so insistent on having a child, and what might he face if he does get pregnant?

If he doesn't mind and can meet all her requirements, then she will consider it.

That day, I woke up in the afternoon.

Mo Sangyu got up grumbling and sat in front of the bronze mirror. He found that despite how badly he had been tormented, his complexion was surprisingly good.

Oh shit.

She wanted to curse.

Hearing the commotion, Feng Mian came in from outside with two palace maids, carrying hot water and food.

The young lady is getting married soon, and it's clear she's very happy lately. As soon as she entered the bedchamber, her eyes crinkled with a smile: "Your Majesty."

She had the palace servants set the food on the table, while she went over to help Mo Sangyu comb her hair.

"Your Majesty, you look absolutely radiant lately! Your skin is so smooth and supple, you're wearing no makeup, and your eyes are so alluring. My goodness, how can you be so beautiful?"

"..."

It's clearly just lethargy, okay?

"Fengmian"

Mo Sangyu got down to business: "Yan Qing sent over the betrothal gifts yesterday. I counted them and estimated that it's all the wealth he's accumulated over the years. It's clear that he's sincere towards you. However, I still have to ask you, is it because you like him that you want to marry him?"

Feng Mian paused in his movements, then quickly stepped out from behind the dressing stool and knelt down on the ground.

"Miss... I'm so sorry."

"You have treated me with kindness as deep as a mountain. I should have stayed by your side and served you for the rest of my life, but I... have fallen in love."

"It was my fault for being too selfish, only thinking of my own pleasure..."

She choked up more and more as she spoke, her head bowed low, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

Looking at her like this, Mo Sangyu understood everything.

She gently smiled and reached out to help Feng Mian up: "I just wanted to confirm your feelings. It seems you two are in love. I'd be happy to help this couple."

"Also, the fact that you feel guilty about this shows that you really care about me. But feelings are never selfish. It's a good thing that you've received genuine treatment from someone, and I'm just happy for you."

"After you marry me, live a good life, but remember, you are mine. If you are ever wronged or bullied, come back to me anytime. As long as I am here, I will always be your support and always stand up for you."

Feng Mian looked up blankly, tears finally spilling down her cheeks.

She bit her lip hard, choking back sobs and unable to utter a complete sentence, only nodding heavily.

"Miss, this servant...this servant has remembered."

"From now on, you will be the General's wife, no longer a servant. Remember to change that title."

"No, this servant will always be Miss's servant."

Seeing her stubborn expression, Mo Sangyu chuckled and shook her head: "How silly."

After finishing her meal, Mo Sangyu went out to stretch her muscles.

While I'm at it, I'll go and prepare Fengmian's dowry.

Now that all the territories have been merged, although the treasury of the Great Chen Dynasty is still quite full, the Great You Dynasty has actually lost some money after the integration.

In addition to tax reductions and exemptions, the large amount of military pay, supplies, weapons and equipment needed for the two million troops, and the funds for road construction, money was flowing out like water... It was obvious that income could not cover expenditures and the company was in dire straits.

However, these are only temporary, and things will recover in less than a year.

Therefore, Mo Sangyu took Feng Mian's dowry from her own private savings.

Over the past year, for every piece of territory he conquered, Feng Xingyu would prepare a separate private property for her.

From gold and jade, shop deeds, to rare overseas treasures and mineral vein shares, none of these are the most valuable and secure assets.

All of it added up now amounts to a considerable sum of money.

She hadn't originally planned to collect these things; it was Feng Xingyu who insisted and kept them for her each time, which is why she is now a very wealthy woman, even though she is not the Empress.

Her wealth spanned the entire territory of the Great Chen Dynasty.

She has several shops in the city of Wudu, and many estates outside the city.

In the afternoon, she took Granny Yu, Qingwu, and Yuhe with her and left the palace to personally prepare Fengmian's dowry.

When Granny Yu finished reading the list she had written, she was stunned.

It has land deeds for thousands of acres of fertile land and a complete set of rosewood furniture, from the canopy bed to the dressing table, all handcrafted by renowned Suzhou craftsmen.

Exquisite jewelry, a pair of dragon and phoenix bracelets made of mutton fat jade, and twelve palanquins of silk and satin, covering wedding dresses and everyday clothes for all four seasons.

It's enough for Fengmian to wear for ten years.

In addition, Mo Sangyu also plans to select one hundred servants to accompany her in her dowry, including cooks, embroiderers, guards, and stewards.

Give her enough confidence so that she won't be looked down upon by anyone in the General's Mansion.

If Yan Qing dares to bully her in the future, he'll have to think twice about whether he can bear the consequences.

After reading the list, Granny Yu was first stunned for a moment, then her eyes reddened slightly: "Your Highness, such a generous dowry is probably not even enough for a princess to get married. Feng Mian is truly blessed to have a mistress like you."

Qingwu and Yuhe were extremely envious.

As fellow servants, Feng Mian's life is truly fortunate.

"Don't be envious. If you find your Mr. Right in the future, you'll have one too."

Mo Sangyu has always been generous to his own people.

And treat everyone equally.

It was already late when we returned to the palace.

Halfway through the journey, the carriage suddenly felt a faint, almost imperceptible ripple.