His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Intelligent people don't need to spell things out too clearly.

The only place that can quickly prove whether Mo Sangyu is of Rong ethnicity is the Rong clan ancestral hall.

"Let's go."

Rong Xuanci raised his hand and flicked out another drop of blood.

The blood droplet disappeared into the silver light shield, creating a crack in the shield just big enough for one person to pass through.

He went in first.

Feng Xingyu led Mo Sangyu by the hand and followed behind him.

The moment Mo Sangyu stepped into the light barrier, she felt something sweep over her, as if she were being scrutinized by some ancient power.

The feeling lasted only a moment before it disappeared.

She glanced back and saw that the cracks in the light shield had closed, and the fog was rising again, completely obscuring the entire island.

"Keep up."

Even the most revered person cannot bring outsiders into a place like an ancestral hall at will.

Therefore, Rong Xuanci did not disturb anyone in the clan and took them directly there.

The ancestral hall is built deep inside the mountain. From the outside, it looks like an inconspicuous stone hall, with gray and white stone that blends into the mountain.

Two enormous stone pillars stand before the stone hall, their shafts carved with intricate patterns that resemble ancient script or flowing blood solidified into stone.

Mo Sangyu stared at the blood-red patterns for a moment, and that familiar feeling surged up again.

Rong Xuanci placed his palm on the stone door.

The stone door slid open silently to both sides, revealing a deep passageway inside.

Along both sides of the passageway, there is a lamp that burns every few steps.

The wick burned with a silvery-white flame, producing no smoke or smell, only a bone-chilling cold.

"Go in," Rong Xuanci said.

Mo Sangyu stepped over the threshold, and just as she entered the passageway, she heard Feng Xingyu let out a very soft groan behind her.

She turned around and saw Feng Xingyu standing at the door, his brows slightly furrowed, a strange light flashing in his dark red eyes.

"What's wrong?" Mo Sangyu asked.

Feng Xingyu did not answer immediately. He looked down at his hands and then looked up into the depths of the passageway.

"There is a force suppressing my superpowers."

His voice was calm, but Mo Sangyu noticed that his knuckles were slightly white, as if he was trying to hold back something.

Rong Xuanci stopped and turned to look at Feng Xingyu.

"The restrictions of the ancestral hall will repel outsiders, and the further you go in, the stronger the suppression becomes."

As expected.

Feng Xingyu didn't speak, but simply tightened his grip on Mo Sangyu's hand.

Mo Sangyu felt the temperature of his palm rising, and his face paled a few shades more than before.

She frowned, about to speak, when Rong Xuanci said first, "You stay here."

"If we go any further, the ancestral tablets in the ancestral hall will sense the presence of foreign tribes, especially the direct descendants of the Yun tribe. They won't stay still and will cause a disturbance. If they do, and alert the people in the tribe, then things won't go smoothly."

Mo Sangyu asked in bewilderment, "The two clans have always intermarried, so why were the Rong clan's ancestors more hostile towards the direct descendants of the Yun clan?"

"Because of fear, intermarriage is merely a way to maintain a superficial balance."

Rong Xuanci only gave a brief explanation.

The intricacies and grievances involved are too complex to explain in a few words.

Feng Xingyu looked at Mo Sangyu in silence.

She stood in the passageway, the silvery-white ever-burning lamplight illuminating her face, making her appear serene and quiet.

From the moment she stepped inside, she showed no signs of discomfort, and was even more composed than when she was outside. He knew then that the answer was clear.

"I'll wait for you here," he said softly. "Go on."

"it is good."

Mo Sangyu glanced at him and nodded: "I'll be out soon."

She turned around and followed Rong Xuanci deeper into the passageway.

The main hall of the ancestral hall is even more secluded than the passageway.

There were no windows inside the hall, only a circular skylight at the highest point of the roof, from which a beam of light fell and shone directly on the stone platform in the center.

A lamp sits on the stone platform.

The lamp body is made of bronze, and its original color is no longer visible. Only a faint light remains at the wick.

It seems like it could go out at any moment, yet it also seems like it will never go out.

"This is a blood-drawing lamp."

Rong Xuanci stood by the stone platform, looking at the lamp: "It will automatically light up whenever a new successor appears."

"Besides that, it can also confirm direct lineage. Just a drop of blood is needed; if the light turns on, it's a direct line; if it doesn't..."

He didn't say anything more.

"understood."

Mo Sangyu walked decisively to the stone platform, stretched out his hand, and a drop of blood condensed on his fingertip, falling into the lamp.

The moment the blood seeped into the bronze lamp, the lamp seemed to come alive.

A faint glimmer of light flickered at the wick, and then…

Went out.

The hall was plunged into darkness.

"Did we guess wrong?"

Rong Xuanci's expression darkened, seemingly finding it hard to accept: "How is this possible?"

He preferred to believe that the blood lamp was broken rather than accept this result.

Mo Sangyu looked down at the extinguished light, her expression calm, but she also felt it was unlikely.

Just then, a little light suddenly appeared at the wick.

And it spread rapidly.

The flame spread from the wick to the body of the lamp, and from the body of the lamp to the entire stone platform.

The silvery-white light grew stronger and brighter, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime.

Mo Sangyu's silver hair danced in the light without wind, and her clear, cold eyes reflected the silvery glow filling the room.

this……?

Rong Xuanci stood there, looking at the lamp, his surprise slowly turning into astonishment.

Clearly, this was the first time he, as the lord, had encountered such a situation.

Before Mo Sangyu could think further, she felt something welling up from deep within her body.

It wasn't spiritual power, but another kind of power, more ancient and more vast, like a bloodline that had been dormant for thousands of years awakening at this moment.

Her fingers were slightly warm, and a silvery-white light emanated from her palms, merging with the light of the blood-light lamp.

Mo Sangyu immediately examined that power, only to find that it was not present in her body at all, as if what she had just witnessed was merely an illusion.

"It's certain now."

Rong Xuanci could not hide his excitement: "You are my sister, the true legitimate daughter of the Rong clan."

In contrast, Mo Sangyu remained calmly indifferent, almost coldly replying: "I'm your sister, then who is Rong Feiyan?"

"I will investigate."

Rong Xuanci's voice turned cold: "Yan'er was raised by her aunt from a young age, and we're not actually close, but I've never doubted her bloodline or her identity... I will definitely investigate this matter to the end!"

Mo Sangyu nodded and said nothing more: "Let's go."

Feng Xingyu is still waiting for her.

The light of the blood lamp gradually dimmed, returning to a faint flame that never went out and continued to burn quietly.

Rong Xuanci's gaze fell on the Blood Lamp, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

The two walked out of the ancestral hall one after the other.

At the end of the passageway, Feng Xingyu leaned against the stone wall, a fine layer of sweat already forming on his forehead.

Seeing Mo Sangyu come out, he immediately straightened up and extended his hand to her: "How was it?"

"It's confirmed."

Mo Sangyu raised her hand and wiped his sweat with her sleeve, looking at him helplessly: "Do you really have to be so stubborn, insisting on waiting for me at this entrance? Can't you take a few steps back?"

"It's okay, I can handle it."

Feng Xingyu lowered his head slightly, letting her wipe his sweat: "What are your plans for the next step?"

"I want my sister to be recognized as part of the family," Rong Xuanci's voice came from behind them. "Yu'er, can you tell your brother about your past?"

Rong Xuanci adapted to the change of identity quite quickly, and his calling of "Yu'er" came out very naturally.

Feng Xingyu remained calm and pulled Mo Sangyu closer to his side.

His dark red eyes swept over Rong Xuanci with a silent warning.

Mo Sangyu felt the protection of the person beside her, raised her eyes to look at Feng Xingyu, and the coldness in her eyes melted slightly with a hint of warmth.

She turned to look at Rong Xuanci, her expression still calm and unwavering, showing no sign of being disturbed by the confirmation of her status as the legitimate daughter.

"There's nothing to talk about about the past."

"Whether it was a life of wandering or a life of enduring hardship to survive, it's all in the past. For me, the identity of the Rong clan's eldest daughter is just an answer."

"As for recognizing one's ancestors, we'll wait until the facts of what happened back then are clarified before deciding whether or not to acknowledge that ancestor."

Rong Xuanci was taken aback. Looking at the cold indifference in her eyes, his heart suddenly ached, and guilt instantly welled up in his heart.

As the patriarch of the Rong clan, he held great power in the clan for many years, yet he was completely unaware that his own sister had been living away from home for many years.

Instead, an unidentified person took her place and enjoyed the honor and care that should have been hers...

"It was my brother's oversight."

Rong Xuanci lowered his posture, his tone full of self-blame: "I know you must have suffered a lot these years. It is the Rong clan that owes you, and it is I, your older brother, who owes you."

"From now on, your brother will never let anyone bully you in the slightest. Everything that belongs to you, I will take back for you one by one."

Mo Sangyu listened in silence.

I can't quite describe how I feel.

She thought she just wanted an answer, to know who she was and where she came from, and that she wouldn't have any emotional reaction after finding out.

After all, she had already faced life and death several times.

But at this moment, hearing this person, who is connected to him by blood, say, "I owe her, I will never let anyone bully her again, and I will take back everything that originally belonged to her," he felt deeply moved.

Even though she didn't care about those things, no one in this world could bully her...

But hearing these words still touched her heart slightly.

Perhaps it was because she had never experienced family affection, or perhaps it was due to the influence of blood ties.

Finally, she replied with a single word: "Okay."

Upon hearing this, Rong Xuanci's eyes reddened slightly. He stepped forward, wanting to take her hand, but then held back: "Then, let your brother take you home first."

After saying that, he looked at Feng Xingyu: "You come too."

Feng Xingyu didn't say anything, but simply looked down at the person beside him.

Mo Sangyu looked at him, only to hear him say, "Ayu, whatever decision you make, I'll be there for you."

She pondered for a moment, and the little thought in her mind quickly disappeared.

"Let's go."

Let's go see what's going on.

The couple followed Rong Xuanci and arrived smoothly at the white palace.

No sooner had they left the ancestral hall than several elders of the clan seemed to sense something and rushed to the hall. When they saw the blood lamp that was not yet completely extinguished, they were astonished.

How could this be!

The Rong clan has produced two successors in a row, and the current lord is not yet married. Why is the Blood Lamp lit again?

wrong.

Someone just dripped blood into the blood lamp...

Everyone rushed to the White House and also notified their trusted second and third sons.

Rong Xuanci temporarily arranged for Mo Sangyu to stay in the main hall, planning to build a new palace for her later.

After nightfall, the main hall was brightly lit.

Rong Xuanci stood in the hall, personally watching the palace servants busily preparing the family banquet.

This was a decision he made after careful consideration and with Mo Sangyu's consent.

First, hold a family banquet to reveal Mo Sangyu's identity.

He knew this meal wasn't so simple.

Several elders had already noticed the unusual activity in the ancestral hall; the matter of the blood-lit lamp could no longer be kept secret.

Rather than letting them speculate in private, it's better to put it out in the open.

He turned to look at Mo Sangyu, who was leaning back in her chair, her expression indifferent, and it was impossible to tell what she was thinking.

Feng Xingyu sat beside her, holding her hand, his fingertips gently stroking the back of her hand.

This brother-in-law...

It seems like he sees everyone as a rival in love.

I never expected that the heir of the Yun Clan would be such a clingy person!

Seeing that his sister cared about him quite a bit, Rong Xuanci put up with it.

"The person has arrived."

No sooner had Rong Xuanci finished speaking than footsteps sounded outside the hall.

The first to enter were several elders, their hair white and their steps steady; each one was a pivotal figure in the Rong clan.

When they saw Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu in the hall, they stopped in their tracks, and a look of astonishment flashed in their eyes.

Then came a middle-aged man, dressed in a dark brocade robe, whose face bore a resemblance to Rong Xuanci, but with a more refined and amiable air about him.

Behind him followed a well-maintained woman with gentle features and a white magnolia hairpin in her hair. She was none other than Rong Xiuyuan's wife, Shen Yuheng.

That is, the aunt who raised Rong Feiyan.

As soon as she entered, she saw Mo Sangyu, and her delicate eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Suddenly I had a bad feeling.

Next was Rong Huaijin, the third master of the Rong family. He was much younger than Rong Xiuyuan, with a cold and stern expression, but there was a hint of gloom between his brows, making him look like a deep and thoughtful person.

When he came in, he didn't seem interested in Mo Sangyu's silver hair. However, when he saw Feng Xingyu, his gaze froze for a moment, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

More and more people were entering the hall.

Collateral branches, direct descendants, the older and the younger, stood in a large, dense crowd.

All eyes were on Mo Sangyu.

Her silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, her white clothes were as white as snow, her face was like a peach blossom, and her eyes held a frosty clarity.

Her aura and imposing presence were not to be underestimated.

Most importantly, black eyes and silver hair!

Is it a coincidence that she possesses the characteristics of the legitimate daughter of the Rong clan?

The Grand Elder spoke first: "Your Excellency, who is this gentleman?"

Rong Xuanci stood up, walked to Mo Sangyu's side, reached out and pulled her to the front of the crowd. His movements were very light, but his posture was solemn.

The hall fell silent, and everyone looked at him.

"Her name is Mo Sangyu."

Rong Xuanci's voice clearly reached everyone's ears: "She is my younger sister, the true legitimate daughter of the Rong clan."

An uproar erupted in the hall.

The elders frowned deeply.

Rong Xiuyuan's gentle expression froze for a moment, a look of doubt flashing across his face.

Rong Huaijin remained expressionless, but his gaze towards Mo Sangyu deepened.

"What did you say?"

Shen Yuheng clenched the handkerchief in her hand, her knuckles turning white: "Where is Yan'er?"