His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Upon reaching the door, Feng Xingyu stood there for a moment before turning around and returning to his room.

He changed his clothes and prepared to take a shower.

Inside the east wing.

Mo Sangyu ate something first. After decocting medicine all day, she needed to rest for a while to regain her strength.

They rested for about half an hour.

She then walked over and locked the door.

Then take out the small wooden stick and rope that you prepared earlier. The small wooden stick is to prevent you from biting your tongue if you can't hold on any longer.

She planned to tie her hands and feet with the rope to avoid making too much noise and attracting attention.

Having made all the preparations, she picked up the bowl of medicine and drank it down in large gulps without hesitation.

The bitter aroma of medicine spread through my mouth.

She had just recalculated that these medicinal herbs, nourished by spiritual energy, would be more effective than those from modern times, but the pain would also be doubled. However, as long as she could endure it, the original owner's body would be completely transformed.

"Mo Sangyu, you can do it."

After drinking the medicine, only a few minutes later, Mo Sangyu's body began to react.

She quickly got into bed, tied her hands and feet with rope, and held the small wooden stick in her hand, ready to use it at any time.

The drug's effects were swift and explosive; almost immediately after all that was done, a scorching torrent exploded from her stomach, transforming into fine, sharp ice needles and flames that surged wildly towards her limbs, bones, and internal organs.

It felt as if countless hands were simultaneously tearing at her meridians, branding her bone marrow with hot irons, and then repeatedly throwing her whole body into an extremely cold ice cave.

The excruciating pain was overwhelming, instantly consuming all the senses.

Mo Sangyu bit her lower lip hard, tasting the strong metallic flavor of blood. Her nails dug deep into her palms, leaving crescent-shaped bloody marks.

Her body trembled violently and uncontrollably, she curled up, sweat poured down her face, and her face turned as pale as paper, yet she managed not to utter a single cry of pain.

At the same time, Feng Xingyu, who was taking a shower in the master bedroom's cubicle, finished showering and put on his nightgown. Before he could even get dressed properly, an indescribable, extreme pain struck him without warning.

He groaned, his strength suddenly giving way, and he collapsed to his knees.

The veins on his forehead throbbed, and he was drenched in cold sweat.

I felt like someone was squeezing my heart, and I almost stopped breathing.

The pain came quickly and went strangely, but after a brief respite, it returned like a bone-deep infection.

Damn Mo Sangyu!

Is she... really trying to harm him?

But this time, the feeling seemed different from being injured. It was more like some kind of violent force was rampaging through my body, tearing everything apart.

What exactly is she trying to do?!

Could they be trying some kind of evil magic?

"Mo Sangyu!"

Feng Xingyu was filled with shock and anger, and a violent glint flashed in his eyes.

That madman!

He suppressed the churning discomfort within him and it took him a full fifteen minutes to finally put on his nightgown completely.

"Bang!"

He kicked the door of the side room open, and the door slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

However, what came into view was not the conspiracy, trap, or Mo Sangyu looking at him provocatively as he had imagined.

In the dimly lit room, the candlelight flickered.

A strange medicinal smell and a faint scent of blood filled the air.

Feng Xingyu rushed into the room and looked at the bed.

Mo Sangyu was curled up in the corner of the bed, her body still trembling slightly. Her soaked nightgown clung to her body, outlining her slender and soft curves.

Her long hair was disheveled, sticking to her pale cheeks and neck; her lips were bitten and bloodstains were clearly visible.

She looked as if she had just undergone torture, so weak that she seemed like she would break at the slightest touch.

Only those eyes, when they heard the door being broken open, struggled to lift their eyelids and saw Feng Xingyu; a sliver of clarity could still be seen in their eyes.

"Excuse me."

A smile played on her lips: "This time... it really wasn't directed at you."

Clearly, what she was experiencing at that moment was more painful and more pathetic than what he was going through.

Feng Xingyu was stunned for a moment, and then a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

Could it be that her magic is about to fail?

That's why she's bearing more than he is right now.

This guess gradually calmed the gloom in his eyes, which had been darkened by the intense pain.

"Oh."

Seeing his reaction, Mo Sangyu suddenly chuckled very softly: "Your Highness... you don't think you're about to get rid of me, do you? That's a pity, you... guessed wrong."

"..."

"If you don't believe me, you can try it now. If you hurt me, will you be hurt even more badly?"

Even after his thoughts were exposed, Feng Xingyu's expression remained unchanged. He simply stared silently into her eyes, as if trying to find a flaw in them.

He really didn't believe it.

But at this moment, his body was also in a strange state of weakness, with a feeling of exhaustion as if his internal organs were being forcibly cleansed. To attempt this rashly...

That's not a wise move.

Feng Xingyu strode towards her, grabbed her chin with considerable force, and forced her to lift her face, his voice low, hoarse, and cold as he questioned her.

"Mo Sangyu, what exactly are you trying to do? How long will this situation continue? How can we alleviate it?"

He asked several questions in a row.

Mo Sangyu felt uncomfortable being pinched by him, so she frowned and tried to push him away. However, because both of them were weak, the push not only failed to push him away, but also caused her to lose her balance and fall forward. The two of them fell onto the messy bed.

Instantly, the two were so close that they could feel each other's burning body temperature and rapid breathing.

Mo Sangyu was pinned down by him, her sweat-soaked nightgown almost pressed against his slightly open chest.

Instead of panicking, she gave a slightly roguish look and said in a weak voice, "Don't worry, it's just one night. Just bear with it... it'll pass."

Before he could finish speaking, a second, even more intense wave of pain struck.

"Well……"

Mo Sangyu's pupils suddenly contracted, her body arched abruptly, and her vision went black. She bit down on the wooden stick in her hand, and with a snap, the root of the stick was bitten in two.

Then, she was plunged into complete darkness.

At the same moment, Feng Xingyu also felt a pain far greater than before, violently sweeping through his entire body.

He suddenly clenched his fists, his face turned deathly pale, and he tried to protect himself with his inner energy, only to find that it had no effect whatsoever.

They could only endure the excruciating pain, as if their internal organs were being torn apart and burned.

That night, the two of them were like two small boats in a raging storm on Mo Sangyu's bed, being repeatedly washed and torn apart by wave after wave of the cleansing and marrow-refining medicinal power.

Sweat soaked through the bedding beneath them, making it impossible to tell whose sweat belonged to whose.

They briefly regained consciousness amidst extreme pain, only to fall into a semi-comatose state under the next wave of impact.

Feng Xingyu had a hundred impulses to strangle the "culprit" in front of him and die together with her!

Unfortunately, he had no strength left.

Mo Sangyu had no idea how she survived; she only remembered that her consciousness was floating on the edge of an abyss of excruciating pain, neither falling nor being able to climb out.

When everything finally receded like the tide, my body felt as if it had been completely crushed and then reassembled.

Both of them had exhausted their last bit of strength and fell into a deep sleep amidst the mess and sweat.

"Miss, it's time to rise..."

morning.

Feng Mian returned with hot water and found the door ajar, so she pushed it open and went inside.

Upon seeing the scene on the bed, she gasped in shock and nearly knocked over the copper basin.

God!

Why is Your Highness in Miss's bed?

His clothes were disheveled, and he was sleeping in a mess!

This...this...this.

Feng Mian's face flushed red, and her heart pounded wildly.

She didn't dare look any longer, hurriedly put down the basin of hot water, turned around and ran out like a startled rabbit, and thoughtfully closed the door behind her.

Because she was too nervous and flustered, she didn't notice Yan Qing coming in from outside the courtyard. She ran too fast and bumped right into him.

"What are you doing, acting so recklessly?"

Yan Qing gently pushed her away, and seeing her face flushed red, he asked suspiciously, "Feng Mian, what naughty thing have you done?"

"No!"

Feng Mian quickly retorted, "It wasn't me..."

Realizing that what he said was inappropriate, he immediately stopped talking.

"Who did something wrong? It's none of your business!"

She shoved Yan Qing aside and ran away quickly.

Yan Qing was somewhat puzzled by her running so fast.

He walked toward the study.

Inside the east wing.

The commotion had just woken the two people in bed.

The two opened their eyes at the same time and looked at each other.

The air seemed to freeze, and that continued for one second, two seconds, three seconds...

Mo Sangyu was the first to realize that something was wrong.

Feng Xingyu's hand was actually placed on her...chest?!

"!!!"

Her body reacted faster than her brain, and she raised her hand to slap Feng Xingyu across the face.

But Feng Xingyu reacted even faster, intercepting her outstretched wrist and gripping it tightly.

When Mo Sangyu's first attack failed, he followed up with his other hand, only to be firmly restrained by Feng Xingyu once again.

She raised her leg to kick, but he seemed to have anticipated it and easily subdued her with his body and legs.

In this way, her hands were restrained, her legs were pinned down, and she was completely trapped beneath him in an absolutely dominant manner, unable to move.

Seeing the woman beneath him at a disadvantage, Feng Xingyu gained the upper hand over Mo Sangyu for the first time.

He couldn't hurt her, but if he only suppressed her, watching her in this wretched and helpless state...

Before a dark thought of revenge could even take shape, a flash of ferocity appeared in the eyes of the woman beneath him.

Mo Sangyu suddenly tilted her head back and, with lightning speed, slammed her lips into his.

As their lips touched, Feng Xingyu's body suddenly froze, his mind going blank for a moment.

Before he could react, Mo Sangyu opened her mouth and bit his lower lip, her pearly teeth biting hard, and the taste of blood quickly filled their mouths.

"Release your grip!"

Feng Xingyu growled, his eyes surging with rage and a hint of incredulous astonishment: "Mo Sangyu, are you a dog?"

He released his grip on her hand, pushed her away, and touched his lip with his thumb, where a large piece had been bitten.

Mo Sangyu licked the blood from her lips, revealing a stunning smile: "Your Highness, would you like to bite back?"

Feng Xingyu looked at her with a dark expression: "What trick are you trying to pull now?"

"What, I'm giving you a chance for revenge, and you're not taking it?"

Her smile grew increasingly alluring, like a deadly poppy, brimming with danger: "Or perhaps, Your Highness dares not?"

Feng Xingyu laughed angrily, "Mo Sangyu, do you really think I can't do anything to you?"