His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

A strange figure appeared at the entrance of the Imperial Study.

The man was dressed in a silver-white brocade robe with dark patterns of flowing clouds. His face was like jade, and his eyes were cold, as if covered with a thin layer of ice, calm and unwavering.

His hair was as black as a waterfall, except for a few strands of white hair at his temples.

It seemed as if there was a layer of cold mist over distant mountains, making it difficult to look directly at.

Although he looked no more than a young man, his demeanor and the graying temples revealed a composure and vicissitude far beyond his years. One glance was enough to tell that he was a person in a high position who controlled life and death.

Almost instantly, Feng Xingyu guessed who the newcomer was.

Aside from those in the Cangxuan Realm, who else could so easily break into the Great Chen Imperial Palace?

Now, apart from the Rong clan, who else would make a special trip here?

The man entered the imperial study, his gaze falling directly on Feng Xingyu behind the imperial desk.

His sharp eyes held a scrutinizing gaze.

The powerful aura forced Gu Jinzhi, the chief minister of the country, to retreat directly to the imperial desk.

He was a civil official, but his martial skills were inferior to those of an ordinary imperial guard.

It's not shameful.

Gu Jinzhi calmly turned around and continued moving, trying to get as far away as possible.

Behind the imperial desk, Feng Xingyu also looked at the person who had come.

Their eyes met, and the air in the imperial study gradually became still.

It was an invisible contest between the strong.

There were no swords clashing, yet undercurrents were surging.

Gu Jinzhi stood to the side, feeling her breath catch in her throat.

"I heard that you took my sister away."

After a long silence, the man spoke first, breaking the oppressive atmosphere in the hall. His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority: "Where is she? Hand her over."

younger sister?

Feng Xingyu frowned slightly, then realized that he was referring to Rong Feiyan.

He didn't even know that Rong Feiyan was dead?

Feng Xingyu lowered his eyes, a hint of mockery flashing in them. Yun Yihe had kept the news tightly under wraps for him.

It's something we'd have to know sooner or later, so this is unnecessary.

He looked up and met those cold, sharp eyes, without any intention of hiding anything.

"Excuse me,"

Feng Xingyu parted his thin lips slightly and chuckled softly, saying, "Your sister has already been killed by me."

The Imperial Study fell silent for a moment.

The man's eyes darkened, a flash of anger and surprise crossing his face, but more so, disbelief, as if he thought he had misheard: "What did you say?"

Just as Feng Xingyu was about to speak again, he heard light footsteps coming from the doorway.

It was Mo Sangyu who crossed the border ahead of schedule.

She was dressed in white, her skirt trailing on the ground, and as she walked, it seemed as if light was flowing around her.

Her long, silvery-white hair cascaded down to her waist, swaying gently with her steps, like a waterfall formed from moonlight.

That face was as cold as frost, yet its brows and eyes held an indescribable succubus-like quality.

He appeared to be smiling, but his eyes held a sharp edge that made people afraid to approach him.

Standing there, he looked like a fairy descending from a snow-capped mountain, or a demon returning from the depths of the underworld.

The divine and the wicked are strangely intertwined within her.

The two men looked at her at the same time, and the coldness in Feng Xingyu's eyes instantly melted away, revealing a look of joy on his face.

When the man saw Mo Sangyu, he was stunned, as if struck by lightning.

His gaze was fixed on her, his eyes flashing with suspicion, shock, and a strange, indescribable feeling.

He slowly walked towards Mo Sangyu, his gaze sweeping over her completely unfamiliar face before settling on her long, silvery-white hair: "You..."

After hesitating for a while, he asked uncertainly, "You...you are Yan'er?"

Feng Xingyu flashed forward, blocking Mo Sangyu's view and completely shutting out the man's gaze that was fixed on her: "She's not."

"I'm asking about her!"

"She is my empress, not Rong Feiyan."

"Whether it is or not... I can judge for myself."

"..."

The atmosphere was strangely eerie. There had been no sign of a fight before, but now, the air currents around the two collided, and a fight was about to break out.

"I am not."

Mo Sangyu quickly interrupted their argument, leaning halfway out from behind Feng Xingyu and giving his hand a reassuring squeeze, whispering a reminder: "This is our territory. We can't fight him here. If we damage it, we'll have to repair it, which is a waste of money."

Moreover, it can easily harm innocent people.

Feng Xingyu glanced down at her, and his tense body slowly relaxed.

Upon seeing this, the man opposite him frowned slightly.

The doubt in his eyes deepened, as if some unsolvable mystery was perplexing him.

This woman is definitely not Yan'er.

But why does she have the characteristics of the Rong clan's eldest daughter, with silver hair that even Yan'er doesn't have?

"If you're not Yan'er, then who are you?"

"Didn't I say that?"

Feng Xingyu said coldly, "She is my woman, not your sister. If you want revenge, I'm ready to oblige."

"Did you really kill her?"

A surge of rage and chilling intent gathered in the man's eyes: "She was your fiancée! Why did you kill her?!"

"Kill if you want to, no reason is needed."

"you……"

The atmosphere became tense again, filled with murderous intent.

"She asked for it."

Mo Sangyu quickly pulled Feng Xingyu behind her, her red lips curving into a cold smile: "You want to avenge her? Fine, let's fight somewhere else."

The man's cold aura softened instantly when he met Mo Sangyu's gaze.

He remained silent for a long time, his face contorted with conflict and his mind filled with complex emotions.

Mo Sangyu glanced at him subtly, secretly probing him.

This man must be Rong Xuanci, the current leader of the Rong clan.

I originally thought that the lord of the Rong clan was Rong Feiyan's father, but I never expected that he was actually her brother.

She didn't actually sense any hostility from this brother; instead, she had a strange feeling.

Could it be that, like before, it occupied the original owner's body, thus retaining the original owner's emotions within it?

But that's not right either.

She had no memory of Rong Feiyan, so there was no lingering emotion; it was a feeling, something that came from within herself…

A startling guess flashed through her mind.

How is that possible?

After a long silence, Rong Xuanci suddenly heard his own voice: "Can you tell me your name?"

Upon hearing this, not only Feng Xingyu frowned, but Rong Xuanci himself also frowned deeply.

What's wrong with him?

His younger sister died, he certainly had reason to be angry and should avenge her!

But why would he be more interested in knowing the identity of the woman in front of him?

It's impossible to suspect her of having some kind of relationship with the Rong clan's eldest daughter just because she has silver hair...

Rong Xuanci knew that it wasn't just because of that, but rather a feeling.

A strange, inexplicable feeling that is impossible to ignore.

It was as if the woman in front of him was his sister!

"No," Feng Xingyu answered quickly.

Mo Sangyu glanced at him, looking rather helpless.

"I meant no harm."

Rong Xuanci changed his self-reference from "this one" to "I," and his voice was much lower than before: "I just want to know your name."

The Imperial Study was silent for a moment.

Gu Jinzhi stood in the corner, looking at this person and then at that person, feeling that the atmosphere was very strange.

It wasn't the kind of monster you'd fight with; it was a different kind of monster, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Feng Xingyu was about to speak again when Mo Sangyu gently patted his arm.

She stood in front of Rong Xuanci, revealing a friendly smile: "My name is Mo Sangyu."

Feng Xingyu's face was gloomy, but he refrained from interrupting.

Rong Xuanci repeated the name: "Mo Sangyu..."

He had heard of this name before.

The woman who beat Yun Yihe to the point of questioning his existence, leaving him in a pitiful state.

Upon receiving the news, he became curious about this woman. What kind of person was she, with such great abilities that she could subdue a guy with resurrection powers...

At this moment, it does seem somewhat different from other places.

"Has your hair always been this color?" he asked again.

Mo Sangyu shook her head: "No."

"When was that?"

"from……"

She hesitated for a moment before saying, "After Cong Rong Fei Yan died, my soul entered her body and became like this."

"..."

Rong Xuanci's eyes widened in shock.

This news was too shocking for him.

The Imperial Study fell silent for a long time once again.

This time, Feng Xingyu remained silent.

All signs point to an incredible truth.

However, this matter is too unbelievable, and many mysteries remain unsolved. Further investigation is needed to find out what exactly happened.

"So, you're now occupying Yan'er's body."

Rong Xuanci calmed down completely. All his emotions were suppressed in his eyes, which were covered with cold mist, leaving only a deep inquiry and a trace of imperceptible complexity.

He glanced at Mo Sangyu, then coldly looked at Feng Xingyu, whose aura was gloomy beside him. His tone was cold, but the previous rage was gone: "There are some things I need to go back and investigate. Yan'er's body will remain with you for now. If..."

After a moment of hesitation, he continued, "If the truth is found to be different from what we think, then the Rong clan will pursue the revenge for my sister's murder to the very end."

"Please go ahead."

Mo Sangyu replied with two words indifferently, and then added, "Take care, don't bother seeing me off."

Rong Xuanci's expression stiffened slightly.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but felt that nothing he said would be right.

Those words were what he, as the patriarch of the Rong clan, should say; his sister had died, and he had to make a statement.

But looking at Mo Sangyu's calm, almost indifferent face, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

His brows furrowed tightly, his thin lips pressed into a hard line, and a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes.

"I did not mean that."

In the end, he offered an explanation before striding away.

Mo Sangyu stared at his back until a large, well-defined hand blocked her view, and Feng Xingyu's voice came softly to her ear: "They've all gone far away, why are you still looking?"

"no."

Mo Sangyu looked up at him.

Seeing that Feng Xingyu's face was full of displeasure, and his dark red eyes were almost overflowing with sourness, she almost laughed: "I'm thinking about something."

Feng Xingyu looked down at her, his tone so sour it could pickle vegetables: "You should just say you're thinking about other men."

"..."

This man, how can he be jealous of everything?

He knew perfectly well what she suspected.

"I don't believe you haven't suspected that I'm actually Rong Xuanci's sister?"

Feng Xingyu snorted coldly, but did not refute.

So what if she's a sister? Who says a husband can't be jealous of his brother?

Is my brother not a man?

Besides, Ayu is clearly his alone, so what's going on with this sudden appearance of a biological brother?

Pooh.

That's not necessarily true.

"alright."

Mo Sangyu tugged at his collar and kissed him on the cheek: "I'll tell you a story, do you want to listen?"

Feng Xingyu is very easy to coax.

Sometimes you don't even need to coax them.

He pointed to his lips: "Then kiss me again, and I'll listen."

"Fine, don't listen then."

Mo Sangyu released him, turned around and walked to the soft couch behind the dragon throne to sit down.

Feng Xingyu quickly followed, sat down beside her, hugged her tightly, and leaned all his weight on her, rubbing against her like a big dog.

"Ayu, I'm listening."

Gu Jinzhi, who hadn't had a chance to leave yet: "..."

It's unbearable to look at.

He quickly made his escape, otherwise he might have been silenced.

Mo Sangyu pushed him away slightly: "Lord Gu saw it all."

Feng Xingyu: "Who cares what he does? He's getting married soon, and he might be even worse than me in private."

"..."

So, he knew he had gone too far?

"Ayu, what story do you want to tell me?"

Feng Xingyu became serious. He had a premonition that Ayu might tell him some secrets that he had wanted to know for a long time.

really.

Mo Sangyu's words immediately made him tense.

She said, "Strictly speaking, I am an orphan. I only found out when I was a teenager that my parents were not my biological parents. My clansmen also disliked me because of my temperament and drove me away on some pretext. After that, I lived alone outside."

"I've never experienced family love, and I've never thought about finding my biological parents, but... now the truth is right in front of me, within reach. I'm wondering, perhaps I wasn't abandoned, but there's some hidden reason?"

"Although whether I have parents or an older brother isn't that important to me, I still want an answer."

Feng Xingyu listened silently, a hint of bitterness and heartache hidden in his dark red eyes.

He learned for the first time that Ayu had also had a difficult childhood.

She turned out to be an orphan, driven out by her own people, and living alone in a foreign land...

He didn't know where it was or when it happened; all he knew was that he felt terrible after hearing it.

She was so young back then, a little girl, how lonely and scared she must have been. Why didn't he meet her sooner?

But then I thought, what difference would it make if I met him sooner?

At that time, he was barely able to protect himself.

Don't look at me like that.

Seeing the heartache in Feng Xingyu's eyes, Mo Sangyu laughed out loud, quite unkindly: "I had a much more comfortable and happier childhood than you. I was rich and free, and no one dared to mess with me. My only trouble was that I had too much spiritual energy, which my body couldn't handle, leading to my eventual death. I was reborn into the body of the eldest daughter of the Mo family, which is how I met you."

Feng Xingyu clasped his hands together and said devoutly, "Thank you for the excess spiritual energy, and thank you to the eldest daughter of the Mo family."

Mo Sangyu: "..."

"Ayu, tell me again, what was the place you lived in when you were a child like? Was it in the Nine Provinces Continent?"

"No, I'll take you there sometime."

"real?"

Feng Xingyu asked curiously, "Is it in the same place as Yin Yue's hometown?"

He actually guessed that?

Mo Sangyu narrowed his eyes.

This man is quite good at hiding his true nature.

I've guessed many things, but I've kept them to myself and haven't asked her. I'm quite good at keeping things bottled up.

"Last time, Chu Canglan asked me to give you a ring, saying it was a custom from Yinyue's hometown and that I would like it. And you really did like it, so I guessed that you might be from the same place as her."

Sensing Mo Sangyu's subtle emotions, Feng Xingyu's survival instinct kicked in instantly, and he proactively explained, "Ayu, I didn't ask you about this because I was worried you might have some concerns that made it inconvenient for you to tell me, so I..."

"So, you're quite understanding?"

"...Yes, that's right."