His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"this."

Yun Jin thought carefully for a moment: "All I know is that Madam Rong the Second and Madam Venerable were pregnant around the same time. The child who died should have been about the same age as Rong Feiyan. As for whether it was a boy or a girl..."

It's been a long time, and he was quite young at the time, and he hadn't paid much attention to the matter, so he really doesn't know much about it.

"I'll check it out for you later."

Although he didn't know why Mo Sangyu would ask these questions, Yun Jin didn't dare to give any speculative answers in order to be more cautious.

This isn't exactly a secret; it should be easy to investigate.

"OK."

Mo Sangyu didn't stand on ceremony with him: "Then you'd better find out the truth for me as soon as possible."

"no problem."

With that, Yun Jin stood up, patted his bottom, and prepared to leave: "Then I'll head out first. Call me if you need anything, but... don't call me too often."

"Wait, what's the rush?"

"Is there anything else?"

"Also, tell us what you know about my mother-in-law."

mother-in-law?

Both men looked at her at the same time.

Yun Jin didn't react for a moment, but Feng Xingyu couldn't help but smile.

Mother-in-law.

What a lovely way to address her, coming from Ayu's mouth.

Mo Sangyu turned to look at Feng Xingyu and frowned.

Why are you laughing like that?

What did she say?

"Oh, you mean Aunt Wangshu?"

Yun Jin finally realized what was happening and slapped his own stupid brain: "Look at me, I'm so dumb. Aunt Wangshu is your mother-in-law, but you should ask Yun Xian'er about Aunt Wangshu. She knows more about it."

"Then tell me what you know."

"Alright."

Yun Jin sat down again.

His expression was slightly somber, as if he was lost in some memories. However, he was very young at the time, and he only learned about many things later through others.

"Speaking of which, Aunt Wangshu can be considered one of the pride of our Yun clan. She possesses resurrection and spatial arts, and also knows medicine. Not only is she beautiful and kind-hearted, but she is also well-liked. Everyone around her likes her very much."

"All I know is that from birth, she was destined to marry the patriarch of the Rong clan. They were about the same age and grew up together, so it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they were childhood sweethearts. But later, for some reason, she didn't marry him and went to the Nine Provinces Continent. Rong Yanzhi even married someone else..."

"etc."

Mo Sangyu heard the crux of the problem.

"The lord you mentioned, could it be... Rong Yanzhi, the father of Rong Xuanci and Rong Feiyan?"

"Yes, it's him."

"..."

Having received an affirmative answer, Mo Sangyu silently exchanged a glance with Feng Xingyu.

Both of them wore expressions of slight astonishment.

Could it be that the mother-in-law and father-in-law were originally a couple?

The stench of conspiracy turned into the stench of melodrama.

Feng Xingyu said softly, "If they get together, then there's nothing for us to do."

There was a hint of relief in his voice.

"It's not confirmed yet that I'm his daughter."

Mo Sangyu suppressed a laugh and looked back at Yun Jin: "Go on."

Yun Jin seemed to understand but not quite, and looked on with suspicion, at what the couple said.

"That's all I know. Later, I unexpectedly found Yun Xian'er in the Black Swamp and learned all this. Entrusted by Yun Xian'er, I learned that Aunt Wang Shu was in the Great You Dynasty and had lost her memory."

"I found her and helped her regain her memory."

As Yun Jin spoke, he recalled the past, his gaze falling on Feng Xingyu, whose expression remained calm and unwavering.

He acted like an outsider, as if listening to a story that had nothing to do with him, without any emotional fluctuation.

"Ah Feng".

Yun Jin's tone became somewhat heavy.

"Back then, you and your son were living in the Cold Palace. I wanted to take you back to Yunzhong City, but Aunt Wangshu refused. I asked her why, but she wouldn't tell me."

"At the time, I didn't quite understand, but later I realized that the reason she refused to leave was probably for you. She discovered the bloodline inheritance in your body. You were too young then, and you still had half of the royal bloodline of the Great You. Your body hadn't been tempered, so you couldn't withstand the full range of superpowers of the Yun Clan."

"Moreover, she knows that the Cloud Clan will not easily accept you as you are now. This secret must be kept hidden until you have the absolute ability to protect yourself."

"You said she wouldn't leave, so why did she fake her death and leave me there alone?"

When asked the question again, Feng Xingyu was calmer than he had expected.

Perhaps it's because Ayu is by his side that he can accept everything with equanimity.

Or perhaps, he understood in his heart that his mother did love him, and that she must have had some unavoidable difficulties.

"At first, I thought Yun Yihe had discovered her, and that she faked her death and left before Yun Yihe found you in order to protect you, but..."

Yun Jin shook his head in confusion: "I later learned that your full range of supernatural abilities were sealed by Aunt Wang Shu with a bloodline restriction, and Yun Yihe didn't discover you."

"He only knew of your existence through the blood-lit lamp in the ancestral hall, but he didn't know your exact location. Therefore, the person Aunt Wangshu was wary of at the time was not him."

Mo Sangyu asked, "Is the person she's wary of from the Rong clan?"

"I had the same suspicion. Aunt Wangshu disappeared after faking her death. I've investigated the Rong clan many times, both openly and secretly, but to no avail."

"When did you say that Rong Yanzhi had also gone missing?"

"You don't suspect they eloped, do you?"

"..."

She was simply raising reasonable questions based on the information she already knew.

After Yun Jin finished speaking, he was stared at by the couple at the same time. Their indifferent gazes sent a chill down his spine.

"Alright, alright, I'll say it. Rong Yanzhi was devastated by his wife's death and refused to accept the reality. He insisted on going to find her, which is why he disappeared. Moreover, he disappeared for several years before Aunt Wangshu disappeared. Therefore, it's absolutely impossible for them to have eloped."

"Besides, if they wanted to be together, they would have been together openly and legitimately back then. Why wait so many years and do it this way... right?"

"..."

So, the trail has gone cold.

If not someone from the Rong clan, then who could it be?

wrong.

There must be some other places they've overlooked.

Mo Sangyu's mind raced.

Feng Xingyu's eyes darkened, clearly sensing that something was amiss.

"I think it's definitely still related to the Rong Clan, but the information you just provided to us was incomplete, causing us to miss some important figures."

"No, I've already told you everything I know."

Yun Jin stood up from his chair again: "You should call Yun Xian'er over and ask her. She has a very good relationship with Aunt Wang Shu, and she knows many things that others don't."

"OK."

Seeing that he looked restless and eager to leave, Mo Sangyu took pity on him and waved him away, saying, "Kneel down and leave."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Yun Jin ran incredibly fast.

The puppet he had meticulously crafted was almost finished.

If this succeeds, he believes he can definitely withstand the Empress's so-called "technology and ruthless skills".

He wanted to avenge his previous humiliation.

He also needs to prove to Yunfeng that his puppetry skills are not bad either!

"Ayu."

After Yun Jin left, Feng Xingyu placed his hands on Mo Sangyu's slender shoulders and skillfully massaged them gently: "Should I call Yun Xian'er over now?"

"No rush."

Mo Sangyu glanced at the national policy document he had only written halfway through and reminded him, "If I remember correctly, Lord Gu has urged us to write this several times. He said that His Majesty can only leave when he finishes writing it."

Feng Xingyu: "..."

He lay sprawled on top of Mo Sangyu, his low voice filled with frustration and despair: "When will you step down and give way to a more worthy successor?"

"That depends on when you find this 'wise one.' Now, hurry up and write. When you can go to the Rong clan depends on when you finish writing this."

If Lord Gu doesn't speak, the emperor can't leave.

The current Great Chen Dynasty can do without an emperor, but it absolutely cannot do without Lord Gu.

Without Gu Jinzhi, this country would fall apart.

The couple had no choice but to be pragmatic.

"Take your time writing. I'll go to the Imperial Observatory to calculate the auspicious date. It's time to put Lord Gu and Lord Wen's wedding on the agenda."

"Ayu..."

Feng Xingyu reached out and grabbed a piece of Mo Sangyu's clothing, letting it slip through his palm.

They left without any hesitation or regret.

A heartless woman.

Feng Xingyu resignedly lowered his head and began to write furiously.

After making a round of visits to the Imperial Observatory, Mo Sangyu obtained three auspicious days for the near future.

May 21, June 16, and June 30.

The first date is too close, and the time for wedding preparations is too tight.

Gu Jinzhi and Wen Zhixia are the pillars and backbone of Da Chen, so their wedding must be a grand affair.

Therefore, Mo Sangyu made a special trip to find Wen Zhixia.

At that time, she was at the Ministry of Revenue outside the city, organizing the latest population information files submitted from various places.

Mo Sangyu searched three places before finally finding her.

She's too busy.

In comparison, Empress Mo Sangyu's life was far too leisurely.

I feel a little... ashamed.

Otherwise, let them have an heir.

As soon as the idea came to mind, Mo Sangyu realized that she had gone a bit too far.

She infiltrated the Ministry of Revenue directly, appearing before Wen Zhixia without alerting anyone.

Wen Zhixia was engrossed in organizing those rather special files when Mo Sangyu poured her a cup of tea and handed it to her.

"Lord Wen, have some tea and take a break before you get back to work."

She took the teacup and set it aside.

The hands never stopped moving.

The next moment, she suddenly stopped, looked up sharply, and saw the white-clad, silver-haired woman in front of her. She was stunned for a moment.

"Your Majesty the Empress!"

Wen Zhixia's expression changed, and she quickly stood up to bow.

She was startled.

The Empress is truly elusive, and with this new face...

"No need for such formalities."

Mo Sangyu helped her up: "Sit down."

"Why has Your Highness come?"

After Wen Zhixia sat down, that sense of familiarity slowly returned: "I was too focused just now and didn't notice Your Majesty. It was my fault..."

"It's okay."

Mo Sangyu picked up the cup of tea again and handed it to her: "If you're not focused, you won't notice me either."

"..."

There's no need to be so direct.

Wen Zhixia quickly accepted it with both hands: "Did Your Majesty come here specifically to see me?"

"Yes, I had the Imperial Astronomical Bureau calculate three auspicious days. I've come to discuss them with you to see which one is the most suitable."

Mo Sangyu placed the three auspicious days in front of her.

Wen Zhixia glanced at it, and her face began to blush slightly.

She's still so easily embarrassed.

"Your Majesty."

She was somewhat touched, but didn't get overly sentimental.

"It is entirely up to Your Majesty to decide."

"You have no objections?"

"I have no objection, but I wonder about Brother Gu's side..."

"He'd prefer it to happen as soon as possible. Since you trust me, I'll take care of the wedding arrangements. However, we should ask General Chu's opinion first. What do you think?"

"Um."

Wen Zhixia nodded: "I will make time to personally visit the General."

"it is good."

After they finished talking, Mo Sangyu got up and left.

The date was chosen to be June 16th.

Gu Jinzhi was stunned when he heard the news, followed by a burst of overwhelming joy.

The Empress is the only reliable one.

His happiness depends entirely on the Empress.

The next day, Gu Jinzhi took stock of his family's assets and handed over everything he had accumulated over the years to Mo Sangyu.

Most of the money was given to Wen Zhixia as a betrothal gift, and the rest was used to purchase new furniture and prepare for the wedding.

Although he wasn't wealthy, he gave Wen Zhixia everything he had without reservation.

Mo Sangyu took stock of the assets and found that Gu Jinzhi, as the Grand Secretary of Da Chen, didn't have much wealth; it was all accumulated in the last two years.

Forget it.

Give them all to Wen Zhixia.

He packed up all of Gu Jinzhi's belongings and gave them to Wen Zhixia as a betrothal gift.

In addition, he also used his own money to prepare a dowry for Wen Zhixia.

As for the wedding expenses, Feng Xingyu simply ordered the national treasury to cover them with a single word.

In the imperial court, before Gu Jinzhi could even speak upon hearing the decision, several meddlesome ministers interjected, "Your Majesty, marriage is Chief Minister Gu's private matter. How can you use funds from the national treasury? This is against the rules!"

"I set the rules."

The man's expression changed, and he was about to speak again when Feng Xingyu's red eyes swept over him: "How about I let you be the emperor, and you set the rules?"

"Your subject dares not!"

The minister was so frightened that he knelt down with a thud and dared not utter another word.

Gu Jinzhi pursed her lips. She originally wanted to refuse, but she didn't say another word. However, she felt warm inside.

Next, wedding preparations began in full swing.

Mo Sangyu did many things personally. Whenever Wen Zhixia had free time, he would take her to choose wedding dresses and jewelry, try on embroidery patterns, decide on the wedding banquet menu, and look at the wedding invitation designs.

From the pearl and jade embellishments on the phoenix coronet and wedding gown, to the color matching of the embroidered bridal veil, to the arrangement of the wedding hall, the procession of the ceremonial guard, and the seating of the guests, everything had to be personally overseen and finalized.

The shops and workshops outside the palace were also operating around the clock.

They were busy cutting clothes, gilding, making lacquer, and making lamps.

Everyone inside and outside the palace knew that the wedding of Grand Secretary Gu Jinzhi and Vice Minister of Revenue Wen Zhixia was a grand event organized by the Empress and funded by His Majesty himself, and no one dared to neglect it.

Yuan Zhao and the others witnessed all of this, and they were filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

pity……

They are still unwanted.

That's just how the world is; for every person who is happy, there is someone who is sad.

such as……

At this moment, a heartbroken and dejected person was sitting on the roof of Zhaohua Palace.

He was holding a wine jug and got completely drunk.

He had lost a lot of weight, was unshaven, and looked unkempt, as if he had lost his soul, when he rolled down from the roof.

Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu stood aside and watched coldly, neither of them stepping forward to intervene.

"How many days has he been here?"