His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"No!"

"Need not."

The two spoke in unison.

The first sentence is from Gu Jinzhi, and the second sentence is from Wen Zhixia.

After they finished speaking, they glanced at each other, then hurriedly looked away.

"Your Majesty, please don't joke with me. I only want to serve the country well right now and don't want to think about those things."

"Serving the country shouldn't delay your marriage."

"But……"

Wen Zhixia thought Mo Sangyu was serious, and her face turned red with anxiety.

"My lord...my lord..."

Such an intelligent woman, yet so cowardly when it comes to love.

Mo Sangyu decided to give them a good helping hand.

"A marriage alliance is also a way of serving the country. What, Lord Wen, are you unwilling?"

Before she could speak, and without even glancing at Gu Jinzhi's dark expression, Mo Sangyu continued, "Unless, Lord Wen already has someone he loves, otherwise..."

"Sister Mo!"

In her haste, Wen Zhixia quickly changed her form of address: "I don't have anyone I like..."

As she spoke, she secretly glanced at Gu Jinzhi, afraid that he would notice something.

Gu Jinzhi: "Your Highness, you're already so busy, can you please stop causing trouble? Um, I'll take Lord Wen with me now, I still have a lot of things to do."

After saying that, he grabbed Wen Zhixia's wrist and ran away quickly.

"You're really something."

Feng Xingyu laughed: "Why are you here at this time?"

He pulled Mo Sangyu into his arms and, as was his habit, whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

"I need to adjust my sleep schedule. I can't keep working day and night like this every day. Feng Xingyu, I'm warning you, don't bother me again tonight."

"How can that be? If I don't keep bothering you, how can I have a baby?"

"Let nature take its course."

Mo Sangyu fiercely rubbed Feng Xingyu's face and pinched his ears, and Feng Xingyu indulged her, letting her have her way, and even looked like he was enjoying it, leaning over to kiss her.

"Ayu."

After a moment of tenderness, Feng Xingyu suddenly asked her, his deep, indifferent voice sounding no different from usual, but with a hint of subtle probing in his tone: "Wanwan seems to really like Ya Zi. What do you think about this?"

Mo Sangyu was slightly taken aback by the question.

She seemed not to have thought about this issue carefully yet.

Wanwan's situation is rather special. Although she seems to really like Yazi, how can we be sure that her liking is romantic?

She's just a child at heart.

Moreover, Ya Zi's thoughts are also very important.

Seeing her silence, Feng Xingyu guessed her concerns and tightened his arm around her waist: "Is there any possibility that Wanwan's mental illness can be cured?"

Mo Sangyu shook her head: "Her high fever was caused by an infection. Once the nerve cells in the brain's central nervous system die, they cannot regenerate. It's very difficult to fully recover."

"I see."

Feng Xingyu didn't quite understand, but if Ayu said it was difficult, then there really was no hope.

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with her being like this now. She's carefree and can just happily do what she wants every day. As long as it doesn't affect her health, nothing else matters."

"But haven't you considered that she might get married?"

"If she is to get married, then it must be to a man she likes, and who is also indispensable to her; otherwise, she may choose not to marry."

Mo Sangyu said, "As long as I'm here, I can support her for the rest of her life."

These words left Feng Xingyu speechless.

He was even a little jealous of his sister.

"And what about me?"

"you?"

Mo Sangyu pinched his cheek: "Are you stupid too?"

Feng Xingyu nodded seriously: "Silly."

"..."

Mo Sangyu turned her head away and smiled, and Feng Xingyu also stared at her and smiled.

There is indeed a bit of silliness about him.

The two chatted for a few more minutes.

Mo Sangyu needs to observe Mo Sangwan and Ya Zi further, and will talk to Ya Zi when he has the chance to find out his thoughts.

The conversation then turned to the road construction project.

Feng Xingyu had already made arrangements for this matter, entrusting the Ministry of Works with full coordination and supervision.

Today's craftsmen are well-versed in the methods of building highways. They are not only proficient in the process but also highly skilled in the craft. Everything proceeds in an orderly manner, requiring little effort from Mo Sangyu to personally supervise every detail.

However, I still need to find some time to go out and deal with border control.

Feng Xingyu didn't want her to go, but he had no reason to stop her.

The newly added territory of the Great You is vast. In addition to troop deployment, it is also necessary to set up defensive barriers at major checkpoints. Although the Great Chen is now the most powerful country in the entire Kyushu continent, it is always better to take precautions.

In fact, what Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu were worried about was not any country on the Kyushu Continent, but that mysterious Cloud City.

Rumors say that Cloud City disdains the power of the Nine Provinces Continent. Therefore, no matter how mysterious and powerful Cloud City is, the people of the Nine Provinces Continent are only curious and yearning for it, but they do not have much fear or apprehension.

However, the appearance of Yun Jin is something that people have to be wary of.

He came for Feng Xingyu's life, and no one can guarantee that an even more powerful figure will appear in the future.

The City in the Clouds hides too many unknown dangers.

Time flies, and a few more days have passed.

Yan Qing and Feng Mian's wedding was set for the 18th day of the 11th lunar month.

There are still 21 days left.

Mo Sangyu calculated that twenty-one days would be enough for her to make a trip.

Although Feng Xingyu was reluctant, she knew that this was something she had to do sooner or later. Now that her belly was still flat, she had the most freedom of movement. After hesitating for a long time, she finally gave in.

The next morning, before dawn, Mo Sangyu set off.

She didn't bring anyone with her.

In the past, Ya Zi would always follow her when she went out, but this time, she didn't call him.

Firstly, Ya Zi is now the head of the Inspectorate, and he is busy with official duties every day and cannot leave.

Secondly, that girl Mo Sangwan keeps making a fuss about finding Brother Ya Zi. If Ya Zi leaves, I don't know how much she'll cry.

Mo Sangyu rode a fast horse and left the city of Wudu alone.

A morning breeze, carrying the chill of early winter, brushed against her face. She pulled her cloak tighter, spurred her horse forward, and soon disappeared at the end of the official road.

In the days that followed, Feng Xingyu spent his days going back and forth between Qinzheng Hall and Zhaohua Palace.

On the surface, everything seemed normal, but those who knew him well knew that His Majesty had been speaking much less these past few days, and when reviewing memorials, he would occasionally drift off into thought, his gaze always unconsciously drifting south.

Seeing this, Gu Jinzhi couldn't help but tease, "Your Majesty, the Empress has only been gone for three days."

Feng Xingyu glanced at him.

"I've heard that General Chu has been unwell recently. I plan to send Lord Wen to the border to offer his condolences for six months. Jinzhi, what do you think?"

"..."

Gu Jinzhi silently shut her mouth.

I am no longer the same person I used to be.

Whenever the Empress is not around, he finds fault with everyone.

Extremely vengeful.

These days are tough.

Meanwhile, Mo Sangyu was traveling back and forth between various important towns within the Great You territory.

A border fortress in the north, a major coastal town in the east, a vital pass in the south, and a strategic pass in the Gobi Desert in the west.

At each place she visited, she paused briefly and set up defensive barriers.

Setting up defensive barriers is now second nature to her; she can do it effortlessly without even thinking.

However, there were too many places to set up, and the spiritual energy was being consumed like water.

She traveled during the day and deployed defenses at night. When she was tired, she would find a place to rest in the wild and meditate to restore her spiritual energy.

Occasionally, she would encounter some foolish bandits who would try to take advantage of her, a lone woman.

The result is self-evident.

Over the course of several days, Mo Sangyu's trip was so smooth it was almost boring.

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

Mo Sangyu stood on the city wall of the last city, watching the sunset gradually sink into the horizon in the distance, and let out a long sigh of relief.

The last one is finally finished.

There are seven days left until the 18th of the 11th lunar month.

in time.

Before going back, she made a special trip to the Deadly Black Swamp.

She hesitated for a long time, thinking of the scenes she had seen in Feng Xingyu's memories, and finally suppressed the urge to go in and find out.

Even Feng Xingyu almost died inside, and she only has 70% of her spiritual power right now, so she absolutely cannot be careless.

The key is not to implicate Feng Xingyu.

That Yun Jin disappeared right here.

Was he really dead, or was there something else going on?

Mo Sangyu stayed there for half a day but did not obtain any useful information, so he had to leave first.

Six days later, on the evening of the seventeenth day of the eleventh month.

Mo Sangyu rode his horse slowly into the Fog City.

After more than half a month of traveling, she had lost weight and looked tired, but her eyes were still bright.

Seeing the bustling scene in the city, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

This trip through time wasn't a waste of time.

The harvest was plentiful.

Feng Xingyu was already waiting at the entrance of Zhaohua Palace.

With the soul contract, he could sense Mo Sangyu's approximate location, so he knew exactly when she entered the city and when she entered the palace.

Upon seeing her come into view, Feng Xingyu strode forward and scooped her up from his horse.

"I'm back."

His voice was soft, but his arms were wrapped tightly around him.

Mo Sangyu smiled and leaned against him.

"Yes, I'm back."

Feng Xingyu looked down at her, and seeing the weariness on her face, he felt extremely distressed.

"Why have you lost weight?"

"It's normal to be on the road."

The main problem was that she was hungry for two meals every three days, and there was no one around. Sometimes she was too lazy to move, so she simply didn't eat.

Mo Sangyu broke free from his embrace and dusted herself off: "Besides, it's better to be thinner, I like it."

"I don't like it."

Feng Xingyu took her hand and led her into Zhaohua Palace: "I'll make it up to you."

"…good."

"Go back and take a shower first, then eat something and get a good night's rest. Tomorrow is Feng Mian and Yan Qing's wedding day, let's go to the wedding banquet together."

That night, Feng Xingyu held Mo Sangyu in his arms, and the two of them slept soundly.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, the entire palace came alive with activity.

As a great general, Yan Qing's wedding was of extremely high standard, with a ten-mile-long red procession stretching from the palace all the way to the general's mansion. The celebration was so grand that the whole city knew about it.

Feng Mian married as the younger sister of the Empress, a position of great prestige and elegance.

With Qingwu by her side, Granny Yu and Yuhe waited early in Fengmian's room, carefully and solemnly dressing and grooming her.

The three men personally drew her eyebrows and eyes, styled her hair into an elaborate and luxurious updo, adorned her head with pearls and jade, and then changed her into a bright red wedding dress with exquisite embroidery and dazzling brilliance.

The usually gentle and delicate Feng Mian now had a gentle and graceful demeanor, her bright red makeup making her look stunning and full of the shy charm of someone about to be married.

With makeup and hair all done, the auspicious time was approaching.

Feng Mian looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes slightly red, and turned to walk gracefully toward Mo Sangyu's bedroom.

Upon entering the palace, Feng Mian immediately knelt down and bowed deeply to Mo Sangyu.

"This servant, Fengmian, bids farewell to Your Majesty."

"I am deeply grateful for Your Majesty's care and nurturing over the years. She has protected me and treated me like a younger sister. Her kindness is as heavy as a mountain, and I will never forget it."

"Now that I am getting married, I will not be able to serve Your Majesty every day. I only wish Your Majesty good health and happiness, and that Your Majesty and His Majesty will have a deep and lasting love and that everything will go smoothly for you."

As she finished speaking, tears streamed down her cheeks, filled with reluctance and gratitude.

This feels like marrying off a daughter.

A pang of sadness welled up in Mo Sangyu's heart.

She quickly got up, helped Feng Mian up herself, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Today is a joyous day, why are you crying?"

"If you marry Yan Qing, you will be the general's wife. You can live a good life with Yan Qing from now on."

"If you suffer any injustice, feel free to come back to the palace and find me. I will always be your strongest support."

Feng Mian leaned on Mo Sangyu's shoulder, choked back tears, and nodded, her heart filled with warmth: "This servant has remembered."

Feng Xingyu sat on the soft couch to the side, watching this scene without saying a word, but seemed a little dazed, with a hint of regret in his eyes.

He owes Ayu a grand wedding, and he doesn't know if he'll ever have the chance...

"Okay, stop crying."

Mo Sangyu helped her tidy her hair, and then they heard joyful music coming from outside the hall.

The auspicious time has arrived.

The wedding procession was ready, and Yan Qing, dressed in wedding attire, stood tall and handsome, waiting outside with great joy, eager to marry his beloved.

"Let's go."

Mo Sangyu took Feng Mian's hand: "I'll see you out."

Feng Xingyu walked beside Mo Sangyu, and the three of them headed towards the palace gate together.

Along the way, palace maids and eunuchs bowed in unison, offering their congratulations continuously.

Mo Sangwan was also led by palace servants to stand under the corridor and watch the excitement.

The little girl's eyes lit up when she saw Feng Mian in her bright red wedding dress. She ran over and tugged at Feng Mian's sleeve, exclaiming, "Sister Feng Mian, you look so beautiful today!"

She looked up at Mo Sangyu again, tilted her head, and asked, "Sister, where is Sister Fengmian going?"

Mo Sangyu rubbed her head: "Sister Fengmian is getting married, to your brother Yanqing."

"Get married?"

Mo Sangwan seemed to understand but not quite, blinking her eyes: "So, does that mean like Sister and His Majesty, being together every day?"

"right."

"Can Wanwan marry Brother Yazi? Wanwan really wants to be with Brother Yazi every day."

That's what I meant.

Mo Sangyu really didn't know how to answer.

"Wanwan, you're still too young to get married. Besides, your older sister likes you and wants to be with you every day. So, please don't marry Brother Yazi yet, okay?"

Hearing Mo Sangyu say this, Mo Sangwan hesitated for only a moment before nodding in agreement: "Okay, Wanwan likes you, sister."

She actually prefers Ya Zi.

Mo Sangyu could tell that Wanwan only reluctantly agreed because she didn't want to disappoint her.

It seems that her adopted older sister still holds a significant place in the little silly girl's heart.

"Good girl."

Mo Sangyu praised her and instructed the palace servants to take good care of her before the group continued on their way.

As they walked to the palace gate, they saw Yan Qing riding a tall horse, dressed in a bright red wedding robe, his posture upright like a pine tree.

Behind him was a grand wedding procession, with gongs and drums beating loudly and joyful music playing. Red silk decorated the entire palace gate, making it festive and cheerful.

Upon seeing Mo Sangyu and the others emerge, Yan Qing immediately dismounted, strode forward, and bowed respectfully before Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu, his voice booming: "Your subject, Yan Qing, has come to welcome the bride!"