His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

This seems to be the first time this man hasn't come home this late.

They fought with the Northern Di soldiers a few days ago and all returned last night. What could happen tonight?

Mo Sangyu was worried that she would come looking for him after she fell asleep.

"What's wrong, Miss?"

Seeing that Mo Sangyu had stopped, Feng Mian followed her gaze and noticed she was looking at His Highness's room. He couldn't help but smile. "His Highness hasn't returned tonight. Are you worried about him, Miss?"

"Are you worried about him?"

Mo Sangyu chuckled lightly, "You might as well worry about yourself."

In her previous life, before she perished, she prepared to randomly borrow a body. To prevent the borrowed body from being unable to withstand her soul power and causing the borrowing to fail, she personally sealed the spiritual power of her soul.

Unexpectedly, the result was a transmigration to this other world. Now, in addition to improving the foundation of the original body and reshaping the bones and muscles, there is still a major problem to overcome in order to restore strength.

That is to break the seal.

If she were in modern times, she could ask her friends for help to break the seal she set herself.

But where can she find someone here who has the power to help her break the seal?

Moreover, this person must be 100% reliable and trustworthy.

Otherwise, you're handing your life directly over to someone else.

She can only rely on herself.

Take it slow, grind it down little by little.

But this is good, it gives the body some time to recover.

"Don't you feel cold? Hurry up and come inside."

Mo Sangyu entered the room first, took out the food from her arms and handed it to Feng Mian: "Take it to your own cubicle to eat, and then go to sleep."

"And you, miss?"

"I've already eaten out."

Feng Mian happily accepted the large bag of delicious treats wrapped in oil paper, saying, "Thank you, Miss."

So easily satisfied.

Mo Sangyu looked at Feng Mian's simple-minded appearance with some disdain.

How stupid! If you sold her, she'd probably still be helping the seller count the money.

As expected, Feng Xingyu did not return that night.

Mo Sangyu didn't dare to sleep, and only managed a light nap at dawn.

She was so sleepy during breakfast that she could barely keep her eyes open.

After going out for a walk and fully waking up, she used her soul contract to roughly sense Feng Xingyu's location and found that he was actually five or six hundred miles away.

What did he do?

Damn it, it's affecting her beauty sleep!

Mo Sangyu was furious about this.

Just then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a figure walking towards her from under the eaves.

The man was walking hurriedly and in a hurry, and did not notice Mo Sangyu in front of him.

When he got closer, he glanced up and noticed the person in front of him. He paused for only a moment before turning back.

"Deputy General Yuan."

Mo Sangyu's cool voice sounded softly behind him: "Why are you running when you see me?"

Yuan Zhao froze, and after a long while, he slowly turned around.

He twitched his lips, forming a stiff expression.

"Your Highness, um... I have something urgent to attend to."

"etc."

Seeing that he was about to run away again, Mo Sangyu was very puzzled.

Is she some kind of monster?

The original owner's appearance wasn't ugly at all; on the contrary, she was quite beautiful.

Or is she just too fierce usually?

Mo Sangyu walked over and blocked his path: "Don't be afraid. I just want to ask you, where did your prince go?"

"Who's scared?"

Yuan Zhao retorted verbally, but his body language betrayed him by taking a half-step back.

How could a dignified military general be afraid of a witch?

But she can kill a seventh-rank martial arts practitioner!

Nonsence!

Yuan Zhao silently despised himself, calling himself a coward who clung to life.

"I don't know where Your Highness went."

He turned his head away, his tone stiff: "His Highness only instructed that he would return in two days. I cannot and dare not ask any further questions. If the Princess Consort has nothing else, I shall take my leave."

After saying that, without waiting for Mo Sangyu to speak again, he left as if fleeing, turning into another side road in the blink of an eye and disappearing from sight.

"..."

Mo Sangyu shrugged and turned back.

Yuan Zhao said that Feng Xingyu had instructed him to return in two days.

Based on the distance she sensed through the soul contract, she had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

She returned to her room and said to Feng Mian, who was tidying up the table, "Go and ask Granny Yu for a clean set of men's clothing."

Feng Mian was taken aback: "Miss, why are you dressed as a man?"

"Don't ask, just go and ask."

"oh."

Just as she was about to leave, Mo Sangyu took out ten one-hundred-tael silver notes and handed them to Feng Mian.

"Here is one thousand taels. If Granny Yu refuses to give you change, give her one hundred taels, and the rest is yours."

"..."

Upon seeing this, Feng Mian's eyes widened in surprise.

One thousand taels!

She had never seen so much money when she was in the capital!

Where did you get the young lady from?

"Don't just stand there, go now."

"Okay, okay."

Feng Mian took the silver note with trembling hands, then asked again, somewhat incredulously, "Give Granny Yu one hundred taels, and the rest to me?"

Mo Sangyu nodded: "Mm."

Fengmian felt like he was dreaming.

She pinched herself hard.

Tears streamed down my face from the pain.

Not a dream!

Feng Mian carefully took out nine silver notes and put them away, then hurriedly went out the door.

She searched for a while before finally finding Granny Yu sorting through old things outside the warehouse courtyard.

"Granny, could you please find a set of men's clothing? Miss needs it."

Feng Mian told Granny Yu her purpose, but Granny Yu didn't even raise her head or look at her, only replying with two words: "No."

How could there not be?

Miss's prediction was spot on.

"Granny, Miss said she only needs a clean set of old men's clothing; she doesn't care about the style or the fabric!"

She clenched her small fist in anger, pulled out the hundred-tael silver note from her sleeve, and flung it in front of Granny Yu, saying defiantly, "Please help me find it, Granny. This hundred taels is for the young lady to supplement the household's expenses."

The reprimand that Granny Yu almost blurted out was swallowed back by her.

Her gaze fell on the silver note in Feng Mian's hand, and her pupils contracted slightly.

One hundred taels?!

In this harsh border region, where the imperial court frequently cuts back on rations and pay, and even the soldiers' basic needs for food and clothing are carefully calculated, Yu Mama knew all too well what one hundred taels of silver meant.

The prince's residence was well-equipped to cover his living expenses for a month.

Her hand paused only in mid-air for a moment before she took the silver note.

You can't mess with money, no matter who else you're messing with.

Granny Yu accepted the silver note, her expression softening slightly.

She sighed, looking at Feng Mian with a complicated expression: "Where...where did your young lady get so much money?"

As soon as she said it, she realized it was inappropriate and waved her hand, saying, "Never mind, it wasn't my fault for asking. Please wait a moment."

She turned and went into the inner room, rummaged through the trunks for a while, and took out a set of slightly worn indigo blue coarse cloth men's clothing.

The material was ordinary, but it was washed very clean and folded neatly.

"These are clothes that His Highness wore five or six years ago. At that time, His Highness had not yet grown tall. They should fit the Princess Consort well."

"Thank you, Granny." Feng Mian accepted it and thanked her politely.

Just as she was about to leave, Granny Yu's voice rang out again: "Fengmian, I'll accept this silver note on behalf of the household. Thank you for the Princess's kindness. The border is not like the capital. Please tell the Princess not to go out all the time unless necessary. If she encounters danger, no one can save her."

"…good."

In fact, Feng Mian was also worried about this.

But she knew that no one could change what her mistress was going to do.

Especially after arriving here, she noticed that the young lady was completely different from before.

Feng Mian went back and relayed what Granny Yu had said to Mo Sangyu.

Mo Sangyu gave a nonchalant "hmm" and took the clothes Feng Mian brought back to change.

Surprisingly, it fits quite well when I put it on.

She used strips of cloth to tie her long hair into a simple men's hairstyle, and then used a special herbal juice to dot her face with some pockmarks, thicken her eyebrows, and darken her skin tone.

Although his features were still discernible, at first glance he appeared to be an ordinary-looking, somewhat rough-looking young man.

This outfit left Feng Mian completely dumbfounded.

If she didn't know better, she probably wouldn't even recognize that this slender "man" was her young lady.

"You're not allowed to wait at the door tonight."

Before leaving, Mo Sangyu gave her a word of advice.

As she reached the door, she ran into Yan Qing, who was returning on horseback. Mo Sangyu had a sudden inspiration and walked over to him, saying, "Get down."

Yan Qing was stunned for a moment.

Who is this?

Although I didn't recognize the person, the voice...

Yan Qing knew who it was as soon as he heard it.

What's this vixen up to?

He didn't understand, but under pressure from the "tyranny," he obediently dismounted.

Compared to his previous aggressive demeanor, he was now quiet, as if possessed.

Mo Sangyu was very satisfied. She casually pulled out a hundred-tael silver note and slapped it into his arms: "Lend me your horse."

Without waiting for his reply, he mounted his horse and rode away.

"..."

Those are warhorses!

Yan Qing realized that Mo Sangyu was no longer there.

She rode so fast?

He touched the thing on his chest, picked it up and was stunned again.

One hundred taels of silver?

He must be seeing things!

That enchantress gave him a hundred taels of silver?!

"Granny! Granny Yu!"

Yan Qing could hardly believe it and hurriedly ran into the mansion to find Granny Yu.

With this warhorse, Mo Sangyu is much faster than yesterday.

It only took a quarter of an hour to reach the entrance of the Colosseum.

She found a place to tie up her horse, made sure her attire was appropriate, and then headed towards the entrance.

Having learned from yesterday's experience, she became even more discreet and cautious.

After paying a deposit of five hundred taels, I was able to enter the noisy and bloody venue without any trouble.

She didn't place bets continuously like she did yesterday, but instead made precise bets.

Instead, they adopted a more conservative approach: after winning two games, they would deliberately lose one, keeping their bets within one or two thousand taels, so as not to attract attention.

As a result, her winnings were much slower, and it wasn't until late at night that she finally won a modest sum of over 30,000 taels.

Adding the more than 30,000 taels won the day before yesterday, I now have a total of more than 70,000 taels of silver notes.

This amount is more than enough to pay off the outstanding debt for the medicinal materials.

When the atmosphere in the arena reached its most frenzied point, Mo Sangyu no longer lingered. She quietly got up, took back her deposit, and left.

As she left, she still noticed several gazes fixed on her.

Winning over 70,000 taels in two days is indeed impossible for ordinary people, so it's understandable that it would arouse suspicion.

If she hadn't been disguised today, she would probably have been detained by now.

To be on the safe side, we shouldn't come here again in the near future.

Mo Sangyu rode back to the prince's residence, where all was quiet.

At this hour, everyone except those on night watch and patrol is still sound asleep.

She pushed open the door and saw Feng Mian lying on the table, her brows slightly furrowed, sleeping restlessly.

"Fengmian?"

Mo Sangyu woke her up: "Go to bed."

"Miss, you're back?"

Feng Mian groggily opened her eyes, and upon seeing Mo Sangyu, she immediately snapped back to reality: "Miss, you're finally back!"

"Shh!"

Mo Sangyu heard a slight noise.

It seems someone has entered the yard!