His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

This man always knew how to manipulate her.

Considering how miserable he had been for the past three months, Mo Sangyu reluctantly agreed.

"Okay, whatever you say."

"Ayu..."

Feng Xingyu habitually leaned over, seemingly wanting to kiss her, but since she had a different face, his actions carried a hint of hesitation and probing.

His gaze fell on her lips, and his eyes deepened.

It looks soft and chewy, and it's sure to be as sweet as ever.

A figure inexplicably flashed through his mind. Feng Xingyu stared at Mo Sangyu's face and suddenly had a feeling of déjà vu.

"Do you want to stay here forever?"

Mo Sangyu's voice was still the same as before; anyone familiar with her could recognize it immediately.

Feng Xingyu snapped out of his thoughts: "I don't want to."

"Then why aren't you leaving?"

"Walk."

Feng Xingyu stretched out his long arm and, without saying a word, easily picked up Mo Sangyu horizontally, his movements gentle yet carrying an undeniable force.

Mo Sangyu raised her hand and gently wrapped her arms around his neck.

Although her spiritual power has been resealed and she has to start all over again, this time is different from before. With Feng Xingyu by her side, she feels very safe.

As for spiritual energy... we can only tentatively release it into this body slowly, and we don't know exactly how much it can withstand.

Logically speaking, someone from the Cangxuan Realm, nurtured by spiritual energy from childhood, being the legitimate daughter of the Rong Clan, and possessing the Rong Clan's offensive superpowers, should have a strong physique.

However, Mo Sangyu vaguely sensed that her body had suffered severe damage, which had made her somewhat weak.

Perhaps this is why she received the specific details but did not retain Rong Feiyan's memories.

However, it's not a big problem.

Feng Xingyu carried Mo Sangyu out of the palace gate.

He wore a long black brocade robe, the fabric flowing and luxurious, with subtle patterns that appeared and disappeared in the light and shadow. His posture was as upright as a pine tree, and his aura was fierce and intimidating.

His dark red eyes were as deep as a cold pool, and his bewitching and three-dimensional features contrasted with his pale skin. His hard lines concealed extreme obsession and tenderness, making him seem like a king who had stepped out of the dark world.

His disdainful gaze exuded an inviolable majesty.

Meanwhile, Mo Sangyu in his arms had a full head of silver hair woven like moonlight, which fell to her waist and fluttered gently in the wind. Her light silver robes shimmered with a soft light, making her both aloof and dazzling.

However, her face was slightly pale, and her eyebrows and eyes were clear and sharp. She was as beautiful as a delicate porcelain doll, but the icy sharpness in her eyes concealed an extreme danger.

Like the red spider lily, it is both deadly and stunningly beautiful, making people only dare to admire it from afar and not daring to touch it in the slightest.

Feng Xingyu carried her slowly out of the Yun Clan's front hall. As they walked, all the servants and servants of the Yun Clan were startled when they saw them and lowered their heads to give way.

They didn't even dare to breathe loudly, let alone look up.

Yun Chen, who was hiding in the shadows of the pillars, was on guard duty in secret. When he sensed the two approaching, even though he had used an invisibility spell and concealed his aura very well, he inexplicably felt as if Feng Xingyu could see right through him, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Seeing them coming towards him, he cowardly moved quickly to a corner, facing the wall, making way for them.

Previously, Yun Chen thought that the Venerable Lord was strong enough, but now that he is facing Feng Xingyu, he realizes just how terrifying the true bloodline inheritance of the Yun Clan really is.

So, it's no wonder he was a coward.

Feng Xingyu glanced around and saw that the Yun Clan members were relatively well-behaved, all with their heads down and no one daring to stare at his Ayu, so he ignored them.

Just as he was about to leave, a hurried voice suddenly came from behind, tinged with urgency and displeasure: "Wait!"

Yun Yihe returned after leaving, and seeing them leave so gracefully, he quickly caught up with them, rushing to their side in a few steps: "What do you mean? You're just leaving like that? The Yun Clan is abandoning you?"

As he spoke, his gaze involuntarily drifted to Mo Sangyu in Feng Xingyu's arms. His face remained calm, but his heart was filled with horror.

Having lived for so many years, he had never seen anything so bizarre.

Possessing someone else's body and even changing their appearance?

Moreover, this appearance is not what she originally looked like.

Could it be…? Realizing a possibility, Yun Yihe took two steps back in shock.

Who exactly is Xiaoyuer?

Looking at her silver hair, Yun Yihe's eyes flickered with complex emotions.

"Have you seen enough?"

Feng Xingyu was displeased with his gaze. His dark red eyes suddenly turned cold, and the pressure around him instantly dropped to freezing point. His frost-like gaze swept fiercely over Yun Yihe, and his tone was icy and piercing: "Don't you want your eyes anymore?"

"..."

Yun Yihe turned his head away, and said with some dissatisfaction, "Stingy."

"Get out of the way."

Feng Xingyu was too lazy to say anything more to him and was about to teleport away when Yun Yihe tugged at his sleeve and said, "You can't leave. To succeed the position of the Venerable Master, you have to go to the ancestral hall..."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Xingyu coldly interrupted him with a sneer: "Who said I was going to succeed the position of the Venerable One?"

"You are from the Cloud Clan..."

"You said yourself that you are from the Yun clan, but my surname is Feng, not Yun. What does that have to do with me? Don't bother me again unless it's absolutely necessary."

After saying that, he carried Mo Sangyu and vanished from the spot in a flash.

Yun Yihe: "..."

What does that mean?

Does this mean he doesn't want to be the venerable one?

They've already broken through the bloodline restrictions, but they don't want to take responsibility?

Yun Yihe rubbed his head in frustration.

Why did you have to provoke him? You really brought this on yourself.

Feng Xingyu took Mo Sangyu to the Lingquan Mountain Range.

He noticed Mo Sangyu's weakness, and although he didn't show it on his face, he was actually very worried.

The mountain air is filled with a spiritual atmosphere, several times richer than elsewhere.

The babbling spring meanders along the mountain rocks, and the rising mist makes the surrounding plants and trees glow with a lustrous sheen.

He held her in his arms, sat down by the pool, and looked down at her face: "Ayu, you couldn't soak in the water before because you had too much spiritual energy, but you should be able to now, right?"

"Um."

Mo Sangyu leaned against him and lazily hummed in agreement.

Feng Xingyu didn't move immediately; he simply held her and sat quietly.

The misty white fog from the spring water drifted over, enveloping the two of them, like a dream they couldn't bear to wake from.

"Ayu," he called her again.

Mo Sangyu looked up at him: "I'm here."

He lowered his head, his forehead touching hers, their breaths mingling.

"You're really back."

Mo Sangyu found it both amusing and heartbreaking. She didn't answer, but instead reached out and wrapped her arms around his strong waist, letting him feel her breath and warmth.

Feng Xingyu closed his eyes, buried his face in the crook of her neck, and felt the intertwining of reality and fantasy.

After a while, he straightened up, carefully removed her outer robe, and put her into the pool.

The warm water washed over my shoulders, its gentle warmth quickly dispelling the feeling of weakness in my body.

Mo Sangyu leaned against the blue stone by the spring, a few strands of her silver hair dampened by the spring water, clinging to her cool cheeks, making her indescribably beautiful.

She closed her eyes, sensing the subtle changes.

Feng Xingyu sat by the pool, watching her intently.

He placed his hand in the water, holding her hand, his fingertips gently caressing her slender fingers.

"Ayu, how are you feeling?"

"fine."

Mo Sangyu opened her eyes and met his red eyes that concealed unease: "Don't worry, you don't actually need to soak it, you can recover slowly."

She could feel that after her soul entered this body, it was strangely nourishing it.

"That's good."

Feng Xingyu nodded, without letting go of her hand.

He just sat there, looking at her, as if trying to make up for the three months that had passed.

Although the face has changed, it feels exactly the same. There is no sense of unfamiliarity at all; on the contrary, there is a strange sense of familiarity.

It felt as if I had seen her like this long ago.

Mo Sangyu felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze: "You come down too."

Feng Xingyu shook his head: "I don't need it."

"Feng Xingyu."

She called to him, reached out and hooked her arm around his neck, pulling him down with a swift motion.

"How long has it been since you had a proper night's sleep? Even if you have a resurrection spell, you can't treat yourself like this. Come down for a soak; it'll do you good."

"it is good."

Even in the water, Feng Xingyu still held her in his arms.

Only by holding her in his arms and feeling her real presence at all times can he truly feel at ease.

The two stayed in the Lingquan Mountains for two days.

He hadn't returned for two days, nor had he left a dummy or double. Gu Jinzhi could manage for a day or two, but if it went on for too long, the civil and military officials in the court would definitely be in an uproar.

Feng Xingyu still retained some conscience after all.

He took Mo Sangyu back to the Great Chen Imperial Palace.

The two landed in front of the Imperial Study. The guards at the door only saw a blur before their eyes and did not notice anything.

When the door to the Imperial Study was pushed open, Gu Jinzhi was buried in a mountain of memorials.

He's been really overwhelmed these past two days.

Although Feng Xingyu has been running around every day for the past two months, he has not missed a single day of attending court or reviewing memorials.

This time, they disappeared for two whole days without a trace.

Who exactly was the woman who summoned His Majesty away?

After dealing with the court officials with Wen Zhixia, he finally made it to the end of the court session and then rushed to the Imperial Study to work.

The folded paper has been piling up for two days without being approved; it can't be piling up any more.

The sound of the door opening made him not even look up: "How many times have I told you, knock before you come in."

The person didn't answer, but Wen Zhixia nudged him, and he finally looked up.

Feng Xingyu was standing at the door, holding a woman in his arms.

The woman had silver hair, an extremely beautiful face, clear and bright eyes, and a faint sense of coldness surrounding her.

Feng Xingyu held her very gently, as if he were holding some fragile treasure.

Upon seeing this, Gu Jinzhi was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed, and he slammed the calligraphy brush in his hand onto the table.

Wen Zhixia's expression was equally unpleasant.

Feng Xingyu put Mo Sangyu down without even looking at their expressions. He gently reached out and tucked Mo Sangyu's disheveled hair behind her ear.

Gu Jinzhi couldn't stand it anymore.

After becoming the Grand Secretary, this was the first time he disregarded the proper etiquette between ruler and subject. He strode forward, grabbed Feng Xingyu, and pulled him aside, saying irritably, "Your Majesty, what are you doing!"

He glanced at the silver-haired woman, then at Feng Xingyu, his chest heaving: "How can you do this to Her Majesty the Empress?"

"What about me?"

Feng Xingyu knew he had misunderstood, and he exchanged a glance with Mo Sangyu. Neither of them offered any explanation.

Very bad.

"Your Majesty, you..."

Gu Jinzhi was truly furious, his voice trembling with rage: "I simply don't know what to say about you! How could you betray Her Majesty?"

Wen Zhixia stood aside, her gaze towards Feng Xingyu filled with disappointment.

Their relationship was so good back then that she envied it. Now, only three months after the Empress left, His Majesty has already found someone else!

Was His Majesty's display of affection over the past three months all an act?

"you."

Gu Jinzhi turned her attention to Mo Sangyu, her expression unusually fierce: "Go back to where you came from! The Great Chen Kingdom will not accept you. Get out of here!"

Before Mo Sangyu could speak, Yuan Zhao, the leader of the Imperial Guards, was patrolling outside. Hearing something amiss in the Imperial Study, he immediately pushed open the door to check the situation.

His Majesty has been away from the palace for the past two days, so he must be careful.

As a result, the scene that greeted him when he opened the door was Feng Xingyu taking Mo Sangyu's hand.

Yuan Zhao was puzzled.

Yuan Zhao frowned.

Yuan Zhao was shocked.

Then came anger.

In a short period of time, several emotions flashed across his face.

Who are you?

He rushed in and took a close look at Mo Sangyu.

She was very beautiful, and although she was smiling, he inexplicably felt that she was very fierce.

But he was still furious. Pointing at their clasped hands, he shouted angrily, "You shameless woman, let go of him right now! His Majesty belongs to the Empress, you...you are not allowed to touch him!"

The commotion grew louder and louder.

Soon, the news spread, and more and more people rushed over.

The fastest were the people from Zhaohua Palace and Luo Ming.

Then came Yan Qing, Ya Zi, Han Xiao, Lu Jin, and even Feng Mian, who was heavily pregnant, from outside the palace.

The Imperial Study was packed with people, both inside and out.

At this moment, Feng Xingyu had already pulled Mo Sangyu to sit down on the dragon throne, remaining calm and composed despite the condemning gazes of everyone.

Mo Sangyu wasn't in a hurry. She waited until everyone had arrived before explaining everything at once.

However, seeing those faces that stood up for her, she felt a warmth in her heart.

It wasn't all for nothing that we protected them.

"His Majesty!"

Yan Qing suppressed his anger, clenching his fists repeatedly, veins throbbing on his forehead: "Who is this woman? What right does she have to sit on the dragon throne?"

Han Xiao didn't believe it and asked suspiciously, "Your Majesty, have you been bewitched by this enchantress?"

Lu Jin agreed: "Your Majesty, wake up! You can't do anything to betray the Empress, or you'll regret it when she returns!"

Ya Zi remained silent, his gaze fixed on Mo Sangyu on the dragon throne, his eyes filled with confusion.

Feng Mian was pregnant and her emotions were already unstable. Seeing this scene, she was so angry that she could only shed tears.

Yan Qing felt extremely distressed and pulled Luo Ming over to be ready to help.

Granny Yu sighed, her face also filled with heartache.

"alright."

Mo Sangyu felt that if she didn't explain, these fierce-looking guys would pounce on her and tear her apart.

"He is indeed very loyal, but he lacks discernment and doesn't trust His Majesty enough."

She stood up, walked to the imperial desk, and spoke with a light laugh, her voice clear and crisp, carrying a unique languor and tranquility.

"who I am?"

She glanced up and swept her gaze across every face in the hall, each one filled with indignation and heartache, before finally settling on Gu Jinzhi, a smile playing on her lips.

"Lord Gu, and all of you... really none of you could have guessed?"

This is what I mean by "opening the mouth".

The familiar voice and familiar aura caused the expressions on everyone's faces to change drastically.

It's the Empress's voice!

How...how is this possible?

The fact that Mo Sangyu could be reborn by possessing another's body was known only to Feng Xingyu, Chu Canglan, and Yin Yue, so it's understandable that everyone found it hard to believe.

"She is Miss."

At that moment, a confident voice rang out: "It's Her Majesty the Empress!"