His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Feng Xingyu's breath hitched, and before he could react, her lips were already pressed against his.

Gentle and soft.

With a familiar, faint fragrance, it's like a petal falling onto your lips.

His hand froze in mid-air, unsure where to put it. In the end, it landed on her waist, but he didn't dare to use force, just gently resting it there.

Mo Sangyu kissed him for a while, then stepped back slightly and looked at him.

His dark red eyes were as deep and unfathomable as the sea, a restrained tide surging within them. He clearly wanted it, yet desperately suppressed it: "Ayu..."

"Don't speak."

Mo Sangyu didn't give him a chance to ask questions. She raised her hand and gently hooked his loose collar, pulled it down a bit, and then her soft hand reached inside.

She's like a female hooligan.

Feng Xingyu grasped her mischievous hand, his whole body tensing up.

He couldn't resist such temptation.

"Ayu."

He lowered his head, forehead to forehead, his breath hot, as if he had been holding back for too long and was about to give in: "Is it really okay?"

Mo Sangyu wrapped her arms around his neck, her breath sweet as orchids: "Try it."

Feng Xingyu did not speak again.

He picked her up and carried her to the bed, then bent down and kissed her lips.

This time it's not just a fleeting attempt; it's a long-suppressed desire, a precious reunion, and a yearning to meld her into my very bones.

The candlelight cast a soft glow throughout the room.

The book on the soft couch had somehow slipped to the floor. Turning to a certain page, the wind whistled in through the window, making the pages rustle.

Mo Sangyu's silver hair was scattered on the soft pillow, like moonlight spreading across the bed.

Feng Xingyu's fingertips ran through her hair, a dark glint flashing in his crimson eyes. His fingertips caressed her chin with a touch so light it was almost reverent.

Mo Sangyu's eyelashes trembled slightly. Her heart burned as he looked at her, and she leaned in and gently bit his lips.

A low, muffled thud escaped Feng Xingyu's throat, and he could no longer control himself.

The kiss was deep and heavy.

As the night deepened outside the window, moonlight spilled across the windowsill, blurring the two figures into a warm mist.

The gauze curtains hanging beside the couch swayed gently, concealing the enchanting atmosphere of the room.

Only his shallow breaths and his suppressed yet gentle whispers, "Ayu," remained.

When their emotions ran high, he coaxed Mo Sangyu to call him "husband" again and again, feeling that his body and mind were completely satisfied.

only……

He forgot something.

Mo Sangyu also forgot that the consequence of indulging in one night was that she couldn't get out of bed the next day.

The reason why Feng Xingyu has not dared to touch it for so long is because he is afraid of this outcome.

It goes out of control at the slightest touch.

He had been very restrained last night, but since Ayu had taken the initiative for the first time, he couldn't control himself anymore.

What was even more unexpected was that Rong Feiyan still maintained her last line of defense.

Perhaps it was because she knew from a young age that she would eventually marry the Lord of the Cloud Clan. Although she was ambitious and always looking for something better while still having options, and often used her beauty to get the men around her to do things for her, she ultimately didn't dare to do anything reckless...

Actually, they didn't care about this, but when they discovered it, they still had some subtle feelings in their hearts.

Mo Sangyu slept until the afternoon. When she woke up, she found that Feng Xingyu had moved all the folding books to her bedroom and was working while keeping watch over her.

Although he was somewhat annoyed by what happened last night, he realized that even Mo Sangyu could handle that intensity... This approach truly put his mind at ease.

Seeing that Mo Sangyu was awake, he immediately put down the folded document he was halfway through reviewing, walked to the bedside and sat down: "You're awake. How are you feeling? Are you still in pain?"

He asked the question seriously.

"It seems like the soul contract has never transferred to me regarding that kind of reaction."

It must have hurt a lot last night. If possible, I'd like to transfer that pain to him; he might...

Mo Sangyu looked at him as if he were a pervert.

The feeling of that kind of thing isn't exactly harmful.

Besides, if she transferred even those feelings to him, then what would be the point of her being with him?

After Feng Xingyu finished speaking, he seemed to realize this as well. A faint smile suddenly appeared on his thin lips, a little mischievous: "My thinking just now was wrong. How could I covet the happiness that belongs to Ayu?"

"..."

well.

It seems that my habit of worrying unnecessarily has been cured.

Mo Sangyu tried to push him away to get out of bed, but couldn't budge him after two attempts. She looked at him with displeasure and said, "Feng Xiaoqi, you're blocking my way."

"Call me husband."

"...Haven't you heard enough?"

"I can't get enough of it."

Feng Xingyu lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips, his eyes filled with tenderness that seemed to drown her: "Ayu, call me that as often as you want, I love to hear it."

"Then call me 'sister' first."

"elder sister."

"..."

Mo Sangyu originally just wanted to make things difficult for him, thinking he wouldn't be able to say it, but it turned out he wasn't making things difficult for him at all.

The way she called out "sister" was so sweet, alluring, and natural, as if she had called it a thousand times before.

"Sister, sister, sister..."

Feng Xingyu stared intently at her with his crimson eyes, called out, and moved closer, his deep voice as alluring as a demon: "Are you satisfied, sister?"

"..."

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Mo Sangyu appeared calm on the surface, but inside he was screaming.

Who could stand this?!

"Why aren't you saying anything? Isn't this what you want to hear?"

Feng Xingyu pressed her for answers until he pinned her down again: "Sister Ayu, it's your turn. From now on, we'll each call you by your own name, okay?"

This is a complete unleashing of one's true nature.

Mo Sangyu was pinned down by him, looking at his face so close to hers, his dark red eyes filled with a smile, as if he had gained some incredible advantage.

This man's shamelessness knows no bounds.

"Get up." She nudged his chest.

Feng Xingyu remained unmoved: "My sister hasn't called me yet."

Mo Sangyu narrowed his eyes: "Feng Xiaoqi."

"That's not it."

"Ah Feng?"

Feng Xingyu's face darkened: "...No,"

Mo Sangyu took a deep breath: "Husband."

Feng Xingyu lowered his head, his nose touching hers, their breaths mingling: "Mmm."

His voice was low, with a hint of laughter and a touch of seriousness: "Call me twice more, and I'll get up."

"My husband, my husband... my husband, my husband..."

Mo Sangyu was defeated by him. She called out to him several times. She saw that his eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles, and the curve of his thin lips could not be suppressed. He was as happy as a child who had received candy, without any attempt to hide it.

Her ears even turned red.

He can be shy too?

Upon realizing this, Mo Sangyu's heart finally felt a little more balanced, but also a little more tender.

"alright."

She reached out and pinched his cheek: "Get up, I'm hungry."

Feng Xingyu then got up and pulled her out of bed as well.

He knelt down and helped her put on her shoes.

If the old ministers of the previous dynasty were to see this scene, they would surely be in an uproar.

Feng Xingyu, however, didn't care at all and was willing to do so.

After getting up, Mo Sangyu moved around a bit. Except for some discomfort in a certain area, the soreness in her waist and legs had mostly subsided.

Having plenty of spiritual energy is great.

She checked her condition and found she was almost 90% recovered. If the pace slowed down a bit, the body should be able to continue receiving the nutrients.

After washing up, Feng Xingyu accompanied her to the dining table for a meal.

Granny Yu is still outside the palace and has not returned. Currently, the two women in charge of Zhaohua Palace are Qingwu and Yuhe.

The two placed the food on the table and then stood aside to serve.

Mo Sangyu looked at them and asked, "Where's Wanwan?"

"Your Majesty, the Second Miss insisted on seeing you after breakfast this morning. When I stopped her, she was unhappy, so I had no choice but to take her to Lord Ya Zi. Lord Ya Zi said he would bring her back tonight."

"Did she often go to see Ya Zi before?"

"During the time when Her Majesty was away, the Second Miss became very dependent on Lord Ya Zi and would seek him out almost every day."

"Okay, I understand."

Mo Sangyu nodded, lost in thought for a moment.

Ya Zi is so busy every day, yet she still manages to find time to take care of the children.

It seems she really likes Wanwan.

However, I still need to find some time to ask him what he really thinks.

Although Wanwan's mental capacity is that of a child, her body is developing normally. If they like each other... it would be a wonderful thing.

Ya Zi and Wan Wan are both people she cares about.

Therefore, Mo Sangyu hopes they will be happy.

"Ayu."

Mo Sangyu heard Feng Xingyu's voice in her ear: "What are you thinking about? Eat up."

"I'm thinking of finding an opportunity to talk to Ya Zi about Wanwan."

"Um."

Feng Xingyu silently served her some food.

He didn't say anything, but he selfishly wondered when Ah Yu would belong to him alone.

He had to work hard to get rid of this burden, and then take Ayu away to a place where it was just the two of them.

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

This wish is currently just a thought.

After finishing his meal, Feng Xingyu resignedly went to the Hall of Diligent Governance.

The Grand Secretaries of the Cabinet and the Ministers of various ministries had been waiting for him to discuss the matter of the chief examiners for the first autumn imperial examination this year.

Once this matter was settled, Gu Jinzhi and his family's wedding preparations were almost complete, and he and Ayu planned to visit the Rong tribe first.

Before they could even set off, Rong Xuanci arrived again.

This time, he didn't barge in directly, but instead stood outside the palace gate as required, waiting for the palace servants to announce his arrival.

When Feng Xingyu heard the news, he was reviewing memorials. His pen paused for a moment, and he looked up at Mo Sangyu.

Mo Sangyu leaned back on the soft couch, flipping through a book. Upon hearing this, she couldn't help but chuckle softly: "Among so many people, at least there's someone who knows proper manners. Let him in."

Today, Rong Xuanci changed into a moon-white brocade robe. The few strands of frost at his temples made him look even more aloof. However, there was something in his eyes. They were not as cold and stern as last time, but rather showed a hint of hesitation that was hard to explain.

He stood in the hall, first glancing at Feng Xingyu, then looking at Mo Sangyu, and said bluntly, "I've come here this time to ask you to come back to the Rong Clan with me."

Mo Sangyu put down her book and looked up at him: "Reason?"

Although she had originally planned to go with Feng Xingyu, she still needed to figure out Rong Xuanci's intentions before deciding whether to agree.

However, it's clear that he meant no harm whatsoever.

Rong Xuanci stated directly, "I have a way to verify your identity."

He paused for a moment, then his gaze fell on Mo Sangyu: "Whether you are my sister, whether you are the true legitimate daughter of the Rong clan, will be known in a single test. As for the rest, once your identity is confirmed, I will investigate thoroughly and give you, and myself, an explanation!"

Mo Sangyu leaned back on the soft couch, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "When you went back this time, did you mention me to anyone in the clan?"

Rong Xuanci shook his head.

"I only said that Yan'er was taken away by Feng Xingyu, and I didn't say anything else."

They were smart enough not to alert the enemy.

Mo Sangyu turned to look at Feng Xingyu. The couple now had a great understanding of each other, and they could understand each other's meaning with just a glance.

Going back with Rong Xuanci would indeed be much easier than going on their own, so there was no reason not to agree.

"it is good."

Mo Sangyu sat up and readily agreed, "We'll depart tomorrow."

The next day.

After the morning court session ended, Feng Xingyu left behind a dummy and spoke a few words to Gu Jinzhi.

Gu Jinzhi looked at the lifelike mannequin, then at Feng Xingyu, and finally said nothing, only nodding.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, I am here."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Feng Xingyu patted his shoulder and turned to leave.

The three set off from the palace. Rong Xuanci had his own way of returning, but Feng Xingyu's spatial magic was clearly simpler and more direct.

After tearing through space, the three of them stepped into the Azure Profound Realm together.

The spatial rift slowly closed behind me, revealing a vast sea of ​​clouds before me.

Rong Xuanci raised his hand, and a silvery-white light shot out from his palm, causing the sea of ​​clouds to surge and reveal a winding downward passage.

"Rongjing City is built on an island."

Rong Xuanci said, "The entire island is protected by restrictions. Without the guidance of the Rong clan bloodline, outsiders cannot find the entrance."

Mo Sangyu looked down and could vaguely see a patch of azure sea beneath the clouds.

Above the sea, fog swirled, obscuring everything.

She released her spiritual sense to probe, and her brows furrowed slightly.

The restriction was more powerful than she had imagined; it not only blocked her vision but also prevented her from penetrating her soul.

No wonder Yun Jin said that the Rong Clan's offensive abilities were terrifyingly strong.

Rong Xuanci glanced at them and continued, "The restrictions of the Rong Clan were set up by the first Venerable Lord himself and have been passed down for thousands of years. Even I cannot break them."

Mo Sangyu broke the Rong Clan's Heavenly Gang Formation. Does this mean that the Rong Clan's restrictions are stronger than the Yun Clan's?

Feng Xingyu stood beside Mo Sangyu without saying a word.

He simply held Mo Sangyu's hand and didn't let go the entire time.

Mo Sangyu was somewhat curious, but her spiritual power was only at 90% at the moment, so she wouldn't act rashly.

The three of them walked down the passage.

As you pass through the clouds, the sea breeze rushes towards you, carrying a salty and damp scent.

The passage beneath our feet was made of some unknown material, gleaming with a faint silver light, and each step felt like walking on moonlight.

The sea was getting closer, and the fog was getting thicker.

Rong Xuanci raised his hand, a drop of blood condensing at his fingertip, which he flicked into the mist.

The blood droplets disappeared into the mist, like pebbles thrown into a deep pool, creating ripples.

Immediately afterwards, the fog churned and receded to both sides, revealing an island.

It was a very large island.

The island is surrounded by rolling hills, lush with greenery, and pavilions and palaces can be vaguely seen nestled among them.

On the highest peak stands a magnificent palace, entirely silver-white, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

The entire island was shrouded in a faint silver light shield, on which ancient runes flowed, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, like some kind of creature breathing.

"This is Rong Jingcheng," Rong Xuanci said.

Looking at the silver-white palace, Mo Sangyu suddenly felt her heart beat faster.

She couldn't explain why, but she had a strange feeling that made her feel inexplicably...familiar.

Feng Xingyu noticed her unusual behavior and looked down at her: "Ayu?"

Mo Sangyu shook her head: "It's nothing."

Rong Xuanci also looked at her: "If you feel any discomfort in your body later, be sure to tell me immediately."

"Where are you taking us?"

"You probably guessed it, didn't you?"