His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Upon hearing this, Rong Feiyan smiled and wasn't angry.

"Didn't you call me that before, Brother Yihe?"

Her voice was languid and soft, like it had been soaked in honey.

"...Is Brother Yihe really going to marry someone else and abandon Yan'er?"

This.

Who can withstand this?

Mo Sangyu silently took a step back and stood a little further away to watch the show.

Upon noticing her actions, Yun Yihe gave her an unpleasant look, then walked past Rong Feiyan and strode into the hall, taking his seat in the main seat.

A maidservant served him tea. He picked up the teacup, took a slow sip, and then spoke.

"What are you saying, Miss Rong? You and I should have gotten married years ago. Your Rong clan has been turning a blind eye all this time. I thought this marriage agreement was no longer valid."

He paused, a sinister smile curving his lips.

"What, now that I have someone I like, you want to get married? What kind of person do you think I am then? Just some piece of trash that your Rong clan can take or throw away as they please?"

Upon hearing the words "the person she admires," Rong Feiyan glanced at Mo Sangyu, who was still standing at the door.

Mo Sangyu turned to look at the sky and casually summarized.

junk?

Hmm, you have a pretty clear understanding of yourself.

Rong Feiyan quickly looked away and turned to look at Yun Yihe again.

She remained calm and composed, a smile appearing on her stunningly beautiful face, instantly elevating her beauty to a new level.

"Brother Yihe, you've misunderstood."

Her voice was soft and sweet, yet it carried a hint of seriousness.

"As you know, women of our Rong tribe all have black eyes and silver hair when they get married, but I've been like this for years..."

She didn't finish speaking; she simply raised her hand and brushed her long, dark hair that fell over her shoulder.

Mo Sangyu glanced at her hair subconsciously.

As black as splashed ink.

What's the explanation for this?

Rong Feiyan continued, "That's why Brother Yihe has waited for so many years. I never expected that Brother Yihe would misunderstand Yan'er and the Rong clan."

She spoke in a humble and soft tone, but her demeanor remained composed and dignified, maintaining the dignity of a well-bred lady.

"Our Rong clan's legitimate daughter is born a member of the Yun clan. If she doesn't marry Brother Yihe, who else could she marry?"

I must say, this woman is quite brave.

Then, she changed the subject, her tone becoming more meaningful: "However, Yan'er is not an unreasonable person. If Brother Yihe really already has someone he likes, then Yan'er... will step aside."

Upon hearing this, both Mo Sangyu and Yun Yihe were slightly taken aback.

What does that mean?

Are they here to snatch someone away, or to take this opportunity to completely annul the marriage?

But she herself said that she was born a member of the Yun clan. If she didn't marry Yun Yihe, the lord, would she be willing to marry a member of a collateral branch?

She is the legitimate daughter of the Rong clan.

Yun Yihe remained calm and put down his teacup.

"So, what brings you here this time?"

Rong Feiyan met his gaze, smiled slightly, and then glanced at Mo Sangyu.

This time, he quickly looked away again.

Mo Sangyu was so quick that she didn't even see any emotion in her eyes.

That's not quite right.

What is she deliberately hiding?

"Yan'er came this time because she wanted to see with her own eyes whether Brother Yihe was really going to marry someone else."

She paused, then looked at Mo Sangyu again, this time lingering for a little longer.

"If so, Yan'er would like to see what kind of person the woman Brother Yihe is going to marry is, and whether she is better than Yan'er."

She raised the corners of her lips slightly, her smile carrying a hint of subtle scrutiny.

"If so, then Yan'er will willingly withdraw; but if not..."

She turned her gaze away and looked at Yun Yihe.

"Then Yan'er will have to fight for it."

Yun Yihe raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping casually on the armrest, a growing interest in his eyes.

"Then how will you prove that she's better than you?"

Rong Feiyan spoke slowly and deliberately.

"It's very simple. Brother Yihe will arrange a room for Yan'er to stay in, and let her observe for a while. Then we'll see the outcome."

Yun Yihe's interest grew even stronger.

He turned his head and looked at Mo Sangyu, who was still indifferent and watching the show from the door frame.

"What did you say?"

Mo Sangyu shrugged: "Whatever."

Yun Yihe's lips curled up.

"Okay, it's settled then."

He raised his hand to summon his servants.

"Go, arrange a fine courtyard for Miss Rong and serve her well."

"Yes."

Rong Feiyan bowed slightly and turned to leave with her maid.

As she passed the doorway, she looked up and met Mo Sangyu's gaze at close range, a fleeting ripple in her eyes.

Mo Sangyu frowned slightly.

She leaned against the door frame, staring at Rong Feiyan's back.

She walked gracefully in a crimson dress, her gait elegant and her figure graceful. The red hue gradually faded into the distance under the corridor, eventually disappearing around the corner.

Yun Yihe walked up to her and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Mo Sangyu continued to stare in that direction, and said calmly, "Don't you think it's beautiful?"

Yun Yihe was stunned for a moment.

"What?"

Mo Sangyu withdrew her gaze, a faint smile curving her red lips.

"They're very pleasing to the eye."

Yun Yihe: "..."

He paused for a moment, then suddenly leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "Are you sick?"

Mo Sangyu glanced at him: "What?"

"The eldest daughter of the Rong clan is no pushover. Don't be fooled by her appearance. If you are tricked by her or die at her hands, I will not save you."

"If she died at my hands, would you save her?"

Yun Yihe replied without hesitation: "No."

After saying that, he smiled somewhat maliciously: "However, you will be hunted down by the entire Rong Clan, but I still won't care about you unless... you beg me."

Low-class, perverse tastes.

Mo Sangyu chuckled softly, lifted her leg, and walked out. Once outside the front hall, the smile on her lips faded.

She glanced back at the direction where Rong Feiyan had disappeared, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes.

Rong Feiyan gave her a strange feeling; her aura seemed inexplicably familiar.

But she clearly had never seen this person before.

Forget it.

Let's first study how to deal with Yun Yihe.

Mo Sangyu returned to the side courtyard, closed the door, and continued to plan what she needed to do next.

Rong Feiyan was arranged to live in another secluded courtyard. Whether it was Yun Yihe's intention or not, her place was only separated from Mo Sangyu's by a moon gate.

You can see each other's yards just by opening the window.

Mo Sangyu stood by the window, looking at the exquisite little courtyard across the street.

The maids went in and out, carrying hot water, tea, and incense, working busily and efficiently.

Rong Feiyan's figure flashed past under the corridor, her crimson figure particularly striking in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Mo Sangyu withdrew her gaze and closed the window.

Rong Feiyan stood by the window, also looking at Mo Sangyu's secluded courtyard, whose windows were already closed.

The maid said softly, "Miss, that young lady lives over there."

Rong Feiyan hummed in agreement but did not turn around.

The maid hesitated for a moment, then lowered her voice and said, "Miss, I heard that the girl was brought from the Nine Provinces Continent by the Lord, but she's just from a lowly continent. Why did you come in person?"

Rong Feiyan remained silent for a moment.

She didn't answer the maid's question, but just stared at the closed window opposite.

Before she arrived, she really didn't take that woman from the Nine Provinces Continent seriously.

She's nothing but an ant in a lowly world, relying on her looks and tricks to make Yun Yihe feel infatuated for a while. She's seen too many people like this, and they all end up with no good end.

Yun Yihe is her fiancé.

Although she had been waiting for the person who truly possessed the complete inheritance of the Cloud Clan to appear, so many years had passed and that person had never shown up.

Perhaps the Cloud Clan will never exist again in this generation.

Since that's the case, she has no choice but to marry Yun Yihe.

And Yun Yihe had no choice but to marry her.

but……

Rong Feiyan looked down at her hands hanging at her sides.

That hand was trembling slightly at that moment.

From the moment she first saw that woman in the lobby, her hands began to tremble.

It wasn't excitement, nor was it nervousness.

It is disgust.

There is also a kind of inexplicable...fear.

The fear came inexplicably, yet it was real, like something etched into one's bones, awakened by the woman's presence.

Rong Feiyan clenched her fists, forcibly suppressing the trembling.

She took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

"Let's find an opportunity and just kill them."

Her voice was flat and indifferent, as if she were saying that the weather was nice today.

"To avoid future trouble."

The maidservant looked slightly taken aback, then lowered her head and said, "If we kill him directly, what if, Lord..."

"She's just a woman from a lower continent. Even if Yun Yihe is angry, he won't break ties with the Rong Clan for her sake. The fates of the two clans are intertwined, and he knows which is more important."

"Shall we make our move tonight?"

"Um."

Rong Feiyan looked at the window opposite, a slight smile curving her lips.

She turned and walked inside.

"Be clean and efficient, leave no trace."

The maid bowed and said, "This servant understands."

……

The night was cool and still.

As the moon rose high in the sky, a dark shadow silently swept across the corridor.

The maid moved with incredible speed, landing lightly outside Mo Sangyu's courtyard wall. She listened intently for a moment, and only after confirming that there was no movement inside did she climb over the wall and enter.

In the darkness, several invisible gazes fell upon her.

He is Yun Chen's person.

They watched as the maid entered Mo Sangyu's courtyard without making any move or offering any obstruction.

However, the news was still reported to the main hall.

Yun Yihe leaned back on the soft couch, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips after listening.

"Rong Feiyan made her move so quickly?"

He chuckled softly and waved his hand: "Go down, don't worry about it."

The person who reported replied "Yes," bowed, and withdrew.

Yun Yihe picked up his teacup and slowly took a sip.

When did Rong Feiyan become so impatient?

That's not like her at all.

But it's fine, it'll let him see just how capable that woman really is.

The Rong Clan's aggressive superpowers are not so easy to deal with.

If they really get killed... then they'll all be dead, which is fine too.

at that time.

The maid entered the courtyard and tiptoed to the window.

The light was on inside the window, and a slender figure was sitting at the table.

She held her breath, a cold glint appearing at her fingertips, and suddenly pushed open the window and entered.

The room was empty.

There was no one at the table, no one on the bed, no one in any corner.

Only the candlelight burned quietly, illuminating the silence of the room.

How could this happen?

She clearly saw a figure...

The maid quickly looked around, spreading out her supernatural abilities, but couldn't detect any aura.

What about people?

Have we been discovered?

Just then, a lazy voice came from behind.

"Looking for me?"

The maid froze, then turned around abruptly.

Mo Sangyu appeared behind her at some point, leaning against the door frame, looking at her with a half-smile. His eyes were cold and deep in the candlelight, revealing no emotion.

Before they even set off, they had already been exposed, which startled the maid slightly.

But she quickly regained her composure, a fierce glint appearing in her eyes.

"die!"

She leaped up, her hands forming claws, her fingertips gleaming with a blinding cold light, aiming straight for Mo Sangyu's throat.

Its speed is astonishing, and its moves are ruthless and cunning.

Mo Sangyu's eyes flickered slightly.

This maid actually possesses supernatural abilities.

Moreover, it's purely offensive, with solidified spiritual energy and a chilling killing intent.

If placed in the Nine Provinces Continent, it would be at least at the peak of the ninth rank.

No wonder Rong Feiyan dared to send her.

Mo Sangyu's eyes turned slightly cold, and his aura suddenly subsided, showing no sign of panic.

Seeing the fierce claw attack approaching, she spun lightly like a startled swan, her toes barely touching the ground as if weightless, shifting half a foot to the side and narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

The maid's attack missed, but she intensified her offensive. Her spiritual energy surged and transformed into several cold beams that once again pierced Mo Sangyu, each move aimed at killing him.

Mo Sangyu's lips curled into a faint sneer. He raised his right hand slightly, seemingly casually flicking it, and an invisible yet extremely domineering power suddenly exploded out.

The maid felt a tremendous force slam into her face, her wrist throbbed with pain, and the spiritual energy she had gathered instantly dissipated.

He was thrown backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the wall, groaning and vomiting blood.

Before she could struggle to get up, Mo Sangyu's figure approached like a demon, her slender hand reaching out to grab her neck.

The maid was instantly immobilized, her spiritual energy completely suppressed, leaving her powerless to resist. All that remained in her eyes was horror and disbelief.

She's clearly just an ant from a lowly continent, how could she possess such terrifying strength?

Mo Sangyu looked down at her, his gaze as cold as an icy pool, his voice devoid of any warmth: "So eager to kill me?"

I thought I'd have to use some manipulative tactics with her, but it turns out she's being this direct?

"You...you let me go!"

Just as the maid was about to struggle, Mo Sangyu suddenly tightened his grip, and a smile suddenly appeared on his lips—a smile that sent chills down one's spine.

She had felt incredibly stifled ever since she arrived in this Cloud City.

If she doesn't lose her temper, then really anyone would dare to step on her foot.

"You want to..."

The maid realized the danger, but it was too late.

She thought her neck would be snapped, but instead, an invisible blade pierced her chest.

Blood splattered, and his body went limp and collapsed.

Mo Sangyu squatted down and searched the maid's body, but found nothing of value. He then stood up and dusted off his hands, which were not actually dust.

Then she picked up the body and walked out of the room.

Rong Feiyan's courtyard was brightly lit.

She was sitting by the window, leisurely sipping tea while waiting for her maid to return and report.

Suddenly, a muffled thud came from outside the courtyard gate.

She looked up.

What she saw made her expression change drastically.

The maid's body was hanging from the door with a rope, swaying gently in the night breeze.

Blood was still dripping down, pooling on the ground.

Mo Sangyu stood in front of the door, met her gaze, and smiled slightly.

"Your people are back."

After saying that, she turned and left, disappearing into the night.