His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"Two days."

Feng Xingyu said with disdain, "Looking at him like this, even Youdu City doesn't care anymore. I guess Yinyue doesn't want him anymore."

Why?

Mo Sangyu's mind raced, and she immediately understood.

It seems that Silvermoon has regained her memories.

Logically speaking, it's difficult.

What exactly happened?

"Feed".

Mo Sangyu couldn't stand it any longer, so she walked over to him and pulled him up: "What's going on?"

Chu Canglan squinted at Mo Sangyu in front of him, feeling as if several figures were moving around: "Get out of the way... I want to drink... I want to drink..."

"Drink, drink, drink until you drink yourself to death."

Mo Sangyu snatched the wine jug from his hand and smashed it against the wall behind him: "If you want to drink, go back to your Youdu City."

To get a grandmaster into this state of intoxication, one would have to be constantly immersed in wine vats.

He really doesn't want to live anymore.

Feng Xingyu also went over, grabbed his collar, and dragged him into an empty palace. He ordered the palace servants to wash him clean and change his clothes.

Half an hour later.

Chu Canglan had been cleaned up, but he was still dead drunk and slumped unconscious in his chair.

Mo Sangyu casually grabbed a bottle of hangover medicine and had someone force-feed it to him.

Instead of sobering up immediately after drinking, he vomited violently and then squatted on the ground crying.

The dignified grandmaster, at this moment, was like a child abandoned by the whole world, shrinking on the ground and crying without any dignity.

His former arrogance and sharpness have been shattered, leaving only a heart full of misery and despair with nowhere to go.

This person no longer resembles Chu Canglan at all.

The key point is, why would someone travel all that way to find them just to cry in front of them?

"Chu Canglan".

Mo Sangyu stepped forward and nudged him: "Hey, stop crying. Tell me what happened."

Chu Canglan finally looked up, his eyes blurry with drunkenness as he gazed at the person before him.

He squinted and stared for a long time. The face went from blurry to clear, and then back to blurry again, repeating this several times before he could finally see it clearly.

She was a strange woman, someone I didn't know.

Who are you?

He waved his hand twice, trying to shoo the person away: "Get out of the way, I'm looking for Mo Sangyu... Where is Mo Sangyu? I need to see Mo Sangyu..."

Feng Xingyu, who had been observing coldly, turned pale upon hearing these words.

He's sick in the head.

He stepped forward, grabbed Chu Canglan by the collar, and lifted him up from the ground.

Chu Canglan staggered a couple of steps before being pulled away by him.

"He's still drunk."

Feng Xingyu's voice was tinged with frost: "I'll help you wake up."

He dragged Chu Canglan to the edge of the pond in the garden and threw him in without hesitation.

With a splash, water sprayed everywhere.

Chu Canglan thrashed around in the water for a few moments, choking on several mouthfuls of water. He scrambled out of the pool, soaking wet, his hair plastered to his face, looking like a drowned rat.

He leaned against the pool wall, panting heavily, and his eyes finally cleared a little.

Feng Xingyu stood by the pool, looking down at him: "Awake?"

Chu Canglan didn't say anything, but climbed up the pool wall, his body soaking wet, and walked back.

He returned to the palace, slumped in a chair, his hair still dripping wet, his robes clinging to his body, like a lone wolf abandoned by its master.

Mo Sangyu had someone bring him a dry towel and clean clothes, but he didn't take them. He just sat there with his head down, not saying a word.

The hall remained quiet for a long time.

Feng Xingyu grew impatient and prepared to leave with Mo Sangyu.

The moment I touched Mo Sangyu, I realized that her body temperature was frighteningly high.

He turned his head sharply to look at her and saw that her expression was normal, but her face was obviously flushed due to the high temperature.

This reminded him of that day at the Spirit Spring Pool, when Mo Sangyu was in the same state before he disappeared, his whole body burning hot as if it were about to burst into flames.

Feng Xingyu's heart jumped into his throat, and his face turned pale with fright.

"fine."

Mo Sangyu gave him a reassuring smile: "It's because the spiritual energy was released too quickly. I've already adjusted it. Don't worry, everything will be fine."

"Ayu."

After listening, Feng Xingyu was still not completely reassured, and held her hand tightly: "You must tell me anything, and you must not hide anything from me."

Mo Sangyu nodded: "Understood."

What happened last time really scared him.

Even now, after being reborn, I haven't dared to touch her, as if she were made of tofu and would crumble at the slightest touch.

"Chu Canglan".

After what had just happened, Feng Xingyu looked at Chu Canglan again with a sudden increase in sympathy.

"The person in front of you is A-Yu. What do you want with her? Tell us quickly, or we're leaving."

Upon hearing this, Chu Canglan indeed looked up at them again.

Seeing Feng Xingyu tightly holding the strange woman's hand, his confused mind gradually returned to normal.

Yes.

How could Feng Xingyu possibly be with another woman?

Although I don't know exactly what's going on, the woman in front of me does have a similar aura to Mo Sangyu.

He watched them quietly for a while, a deathly desolation emanating from him.

After a long while, he finally spoke in despair, his voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping against stone: "The moon is gone."

Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu exchanged a glance.

Expected.

Without a doubt, she must have found out that Chu Canglan had harmed many innocent women to save her back then, and she couldn't accept it.

Yinyue originally created Youdu City to provide a safe haven for helpless girls, but things turned out differently...

Was I really wrong?

Chu Canglan looked at them with anguish, then turned to Feng Xingyu and asked, "If you were me, in that situation, would you make the same choice as me?"

Feng Xingyu: "...There's no such 'if'."

"Don't dwell on whether something was right or wrong in the past."

Mo Sangyu saw right through him.

This damned man must have argued with Yin Yue about what happened back then, otherwise, why would Yin Yue have left so resolutely?

Judging from his condition, the person is definitely missing, otherwise he wouldn't be in such a half-dead state.

Chu Canglan lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Perhaps, I really was wrong. I just... couldn't bear to lose her, but I still lost her. This is all my retribution..."

Mo Sangyu: "So, Brother Retribution, what brings you here?"

"..."

She really is that heartless woman.

He was in so much pain, and she still had the nerve to joke about him!

"How did you become like this?"

"He died once, and like Silver Moon, he was reborn in a new body."

Mo Sangyu explained her situation in a simple sentence.

Chu Canglan was stunned for a moment, then looked at Feng Xingyu and was greatly shocked to see his calm expression.

What happened to them during this time?

How could a perverted witch like Mo Sangyu...die?

Doesn't Feng Xingyu really have had the same experience as him?

It's not the same. They are all more capable than him and have better solutions, while he... doesn't.

Chu Canglan lowered his head again.

He just wants to drown his sorrows in alcohol and doesn't want to face reality soberly.

"Chu Canglan".

Feng Xingyu's sympathy for him just now was about to vanish: "What are you thinking? Tell me quickly."

"She won't let me see her."

Chu Canglan was in pain and despair: "She said that if I find her, she will die to atone for those innocent girls."

"..."

"...Have you looked for it?" Mo Sangyu asked.

"I've searched everywhere I could think of, but I can't find her. I know she's not from around here; she might... not be here anymore."

"You came to me wanting me to help you find her?"

Chu Canglan did not deny it.

Mo Sangyu was his last hope.

He wanted to see Yue'er again, no matter what.

He would do anything to see her again... even if it meant his death, to atone for the sins of those girls.

"to be honest."

Mo Sangyu sighed softly, "I don't know where Yinyue will go. If she really returns to her original world, I won't be able to find her."

Seeing that the small glimmer of light in Chu Canglan's eyes was gradually extinguished, she changed the subject and looked at Feng Xingyu: "However... perhaps you can."

"I?"

Feng Xingyu frowned: "Where am I supposed to find her?"

"You can try your spatial magic, but without a specific location, it will be difficult to find. This can't be rushed; let's talk about it later."

Mo Sangyu's words gave Chu Canglan a glimmer of hope to live on, urging him to stop being so despondent and to do something, whether it was to make amends or to atone for his sins.

In this way, if he sees Yinyue again in the future, at least Yinyue will see that he has already changed and has taken action to do so.

"Go back. Youdu City is the brainchild of Yinyue. You should still remember her original intention when she founded it. Go back and transform Youdu City into the way she wanted it to be, and then wait for the right opportunity."

Chu Canglan looked at Mo Sangyu in silence, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back.

He wasn't stupid; he naturally knew that what Mo Sangyu said was the only thing he could do right now. He had always known this, but he lacked a source of hope that could motivate him.

And this hope is exactly what Mo Sangyu just said.

Wait for the right opportunity.

In the end, he managed to squeeze out only one word from deep in his throat.

"it is good."

Without changing his clothes, he got up, walked out of the palace gate step by step, then flew onto the roof and disappeared into the undulating palace.

They come without a trace and go without a trace.

"What's going on here?"

Mo Sangyu frowned unhappily.

How come anyone can just break into this defensive barrier she set up?

Yun Yihe can come in as he pleases, Yun Chen and Yun Yao can come in as he pleases, Yun Jin can come in as he pleases, Rong Xuanci can come in as he pleases, Chu Canglan can come in as he pleases even when he's drunk, and even Rong Feiyan came once before!

Damn it...

Once her spiritual power recovers to its peak, this defensive barrier must be upgraded.

They all treat this place like a vegetable market.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that her expression was off, Feng Xingyu became tense again, like a frightened bird: "Where do you feel unwell?"

"No!"

Mo Sangyu looked at him with a headache; this problem also needed to be addressed.

"I am perfectly fine now, better than ever before. If you don't believe me, you can experience it for yourself tonight."

After saying that, she took the lead and left the palace.

In the past few days, the things needed for Gu Jinzhi and Wen Zhixia's wedding have been basically finalized, and the rest has been handed over to the staff to handle.

She went to a new residence that Gu Jinzhi had prepared long ago and had some furniture put in. Granny Yu was also busy, directing the servants to move things in an orderly manner.

With Granny Yu around, everything went very smoothly.

Mo Sangyu didn't stay long before returning to the palace early.

After discussing political affairs with the cabinet ministers and finishing writing the national policy, Feng Xingyu reviewed the remaining memorials. Only after finishing did he realize that it was already late at night.

In Zhaohua Palace, only one candle remained lit, its dim yellow light enveloping the tranquil room.

After taking a shower, Mo Sangyu changed into a thin nightgown.

The fabric was the finest soft gauze, light and thin as mist, loosely draped over her body. The neckline was slightly open, revealing glimpses of the scarlet bodice underneath, making her skin appear even whiter.

Her long, silver hair was still slightly damp, falling over her shoulders with a few strands clinging to her neck, highlighting her peach-blossom-like face, exuding an indescribable charm amidst her cool demeanor.

She lay on her side on the soft couch, propping her head up with one hand and holding a book in the other, her posture languid and casual.

The candlelight fell on her, making her thin nightgown almost transparent. The red plum blossom embroidered on her scarlet bodice seemed to come alive as she breathed.

When Feng Xingyu pushed open the door, this was the scene he saw.

He stood at the doorway, his gaze immediately fixed.

Mo Sangyu looked up at him, a hint of a smile playing in her clear, cool eyes, like moonlight falling on a lake, shimmering with fragmented light: "You're back?"

"Um."

Feng Xingyu's voice was hoarse, his gaze fixed on her, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

It's not even June yet, why is the weather so hot?

"Um, Ayu, you go to sleep first, I'm going to... take a shower."

The door that had just been opened was closed again.

Seeing this, Mo Sangyu curled her lips, showing no hurry, and continued to read her book.

This book was written by a storyteller whom Gu Jinzhi hired, and it tells the story of her and Feng Xingyu.

Unexpectedly, it was quite well-written. It was thrilling when it needed to be thrilling, exciting when it needed to be exciting, and deeply moving when it needed to be moving. The writing was full of ups and downs.

She watched it with great interest.

Half an hour later, the door was pushed open again.

When Feng Xingyu returned after taking a bath, he thought that Mo Sangyu must have already fallen asleep after so much time had passed.

As it turned out, when I opened the door, she wasn't asleep at all; in fact, she was wide awake.

Thinking of what she said that afternoon, "You can experience it for yourself tonight," Feng Xingyu's restlessness, which had just subsided, quickly rose again.

Just as he was about to leave, Mo Sangyu looked up at him with a cold gaze, a half-smile on her face: "Feng Xiaoqi, if you don't want to sleep tonight, don't come back."

"..."

It's been a long time since I've heard Ayu call him by that name.

Feng Xingyu closed the door, stepped towards her, and tried to keep his gaze fixed on her face, avoiding looking anywhere else.

Terrible.

"Ayu."

He sat on the edge of the couch, leaning slightly closer, his voice hoarse and tinged with resentment: "You're not fully recovered yet, don't dress like this next time."

"It's so hot outside, and I'm in my own bedroom in the middle of the night. Do you expect me to wear even more layers? Are you trying to kill me with heat?"

Mo Sangyu's gaze also fell on him.

At this moment, his robes were loosely draped over his body, his belt was casually tied in a knot, and his collar was wide open, revealing his lean chest and collarbone.

Water droplets still clung to the ends of her hair, trickling down her neck and soaking the fabric of her clothes on her shoulders, outlining the smooth lines of her shoulders and back.

"And you're the one talking! Why are you dressed like that?"

"I……"

Just as Feng Xingyu was about to get up and leave, Mo Sangyu pulled him back: "You're such a hypocrite."

After saying that, she leaned in and kissed his lips.