His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"Don't worry, Auntie."

Rong Xuanci said without changing his expression, "Yan'er is fine. She knows that she is not the true legitimate daughter of the Rong clan, and she can't accept it for a while. Once she figures it out herself, she will naturally come back."

"What are you saying?"

The usually gentle and virtuous Madam Rong couldn't contain her anger upon hearing this: "Yan'er is your own sister, how can she not be the legitimate daughter of the Rong clan? You just brought back a silver-haired woman and denied Yan'er's identity. Your Majesty, don't forget, Yan'er is the child that Sister-in-law Xueyuan risked her life to give birth to!"

The air inside the hall felt somewhat stagnant.

All eyes were on Madam Rong, some surprised, some watching the show, and some worried for her.

Rong Xuanci didn't speak, he just looked at her, his expression calm, but something was churning in his eyes.

Was the child her mother risked her life to give birth to Rong Feiyan?

If she knew that the silver-haired woman in front of her was the one who had been possessed by Rong Feiyan, would she still be able to say these words so calmly?

Rong Xiuyuan reached out and tugged at Shen Yuheng's sleeve, whispering, "Madam, please say less."

Shen Yuheng shook off his hand, her eyes reddening: "Why should I say less? I raised Yan'er myself. Do you think I wouldn't know if there's something wrong with her identity? Your Majesty, you brought back a silver-haired woman today, claiming she's the legitimate daughter of the Rong clan. What then is Yan'er?"

Mo Sangyu leaned back in her chair, her fingers lightly tapping the armrest, her expression indifferent, as if she were watching a play that had nothing to do with her.

However, when Shen Yuheng mentioned "Sister-in-law Xueyuan", her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Is Sister-in-law Xueyuan...her mother?

Her mother risked her life to give birth to her?

A strange feeling flashed through Mo Sangyu's heart.

Feng Xingyu held her hand, noticing the subtle change in her emotions. He immediately looked at her, gently squeezed her fingers, conveying silent comfort, support, and companionship.

Rong Xuanci finally spoke: "Auntie,"

His voice was icy cold, carrying an undeniable air of authority: "I will investigate Yan'er's identity thoroughly. The blood-lit lamp has been lit; that is a fact. If you don't believe me, you can go to the ancestral hall and see for yourself."

"Blood-lighting lamp?"

Shen Yuheng's expression turned cold for a moment.

Her voice lowered, a flicker of panic flashing in her eyes, which she quickly suppressed: "The fact that the Blood Lamp is lit doesn't prove she's the true legitimate daughter. What if someone tampered with it?"

She spoke so hastily that even she herself felt her words were somewhat untenable.

Rong Xiuyuan pulled her back again, this time with more force: "Madam, that's enough."

Shen Yuheng opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but when she met Rong Xuanci's cold and sharp eyes, she swallowed her words back.

She lowered her head, concealing the fleeting, sinister expression on her face.

Where did Yan'er go?

Why did she feel that the silver-haired woman in front of her... seemed somewhat familiar?

She couldn't guess, and dared not guess... Yan'er will definitely be alright!

The Grand Elder remained silent for a moment, then stepped forward.

"Your Majesty, we elders will investigate the matter of the Blood Lamp. Before that..." He glanced at Mo Sangyu, "it's best not to publicize this young lady's identity."

Rong Xuanci glanced at him: "This matter was personally verified by me. Would I deliberately confuse the Rong clan's bloodline? Moreover, the Blood Lamp is a divine lamp left by our ancestors, and it has never made a mistake in thousands of years. If you insist on not believing it, you will bear the consequences of angering our ancestors!"

The elders exchanged bewildered glances, and the others dared not say anything more.

The facts are undeniable, leaving no room for doubt.

Moreover, for those collateral branches, it doesn't matter who the legitimate daughter of the Rong clan is, since it doesn't affect them anyway.

Rong Feiyan indeed lacked the characteristics of a legitimate daughter, and despite being a legitimate daughter, she was of mediocre talent, possessing only a beautiful appearance. She was arrogant and aloof, and although everyone outwardly respected her, they secretly looked down on her.

But the woman in front of me is different.

When people looked her over, they didn't dare to be too blatant. Her aura was even stronger than that of the Lord.

And the red-eyed man beside her was the true heir to all the elemental abilities of the Yun Clan. His attitude towards her was so intimate and protective, his doting on her without any concealment, even to the point of groveling before her...

If we were to make an enemy of her, we would likely offend more than just a venerable lord.

People aren't stupid; they immediately changed their attitude.

The elders had different expressions and remained silent for a long time. Finally, the eldest elder, as their representative, nodded slightly to Mo Sangyu.

"Since she is the legitimate daughter recognized by the Blood Lamp, everyone naturally believes in her."

He paused, his tone much gentler than before: "But since she is the legitimate daughter of our Rong clan, then... shouldn't she change her surname back?"

"No change," Mo Sangyu said.

Two simple yet powerful words, spoken in a calm and understated voice, yet their authority was undeniable.

The elders' faces immediately darkened.

Even if they are the legitimate daughters of the Rong clan, we shouldn't treat them like this, right?

The Lord still showed them some respect, so how could a little girl like her be so arrogant?

The Grand Elder was losing face.

Rong Xiuyuan coughed lightly, a kind smile appearing on his handsome face, and spoke up to smooth things over: "Alright, the young lady has just returned to the Rong clan, let's talk about changing her surname later. Isn't tonight a family banquet? Let's begin."

Rong Huaijin sat to the side, completely detached, but his gaze would occasionally fall on Feng Xingyu, his expression deep, as if he were thinking about something.

In fact, not only Rong Huaijin, but even Rong Xiuyuan paid more attention to Feng Xingyu than Mo Sangyu.

Both Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu were aware of this, but they remained silent.

As Rong Xiuyuan finished speaking, the atmosphere in the hall relaxed slightly.

Although the elders looked displeased, they did not dwell on the matter of changing the surname.

Rong Xuanci glanced at the elders, offering no explanation for Mo Sangyu or speaking up for them, and simply said, "The family banquet begins."

The elder glanced at Mo Sangyu, snorted coldly, and sat back down in his seat.

The second and third elders exchanged a glance and sat down as well, their expressions not very pleasant.

Seeing this, the others in the hall also took their seats.

Shen Yuheng stood in the crowd, her face very unpleasant, without any intention of hiding it.

Rong Xiuyuan pulled her aside and said in a low voice, "Alright, I know you're reluctant to part with Yan'er. It's not like she's not coming back, and the Rong clan hasn't abandoned her. Sit down quickly."

Shen Yuheng remained motionless, but couldn't help looking at Mo Sangyu again.

Mo Sangyu met her gaze, her expression calm, neither avoiding nor provoking her, simply looking at her indifferently.

That look in her eyes, though devoid of emotion, sent a chill down her spine.

Shen Yuheng quickly looked away, letting Rong Xiuyuan pull her to sit down.

"Yu'er".

When Rong Xuanci turned to look at Mo Sangyu, his expression immediately softened: "Are you hungry? Let's eat first."

Mo Sangyu nodded: "Mm."

Feng Xingyu helped her to her feet, and the three of them walked towards the main seat.

The palace servants filed in, carrying steaming hot dishes to the table.

In the main seat, Mo Sangyu sat in the middle, with Rong Xuanci and Feng Xingyu sitting on either side of her.

"Yu'er".

As soon as the dishes were placed on the table, Rong Xuanci picked up the serving chopsticks, took a piece of mandarin fish, and put it into Mo Sangyu's bowl: "Try this. The mandarin fish in Rongjing City is different from other places."

Before he finished speaking, another pair of chopsticks reached out.

Feng Xingyu picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork rib and placed it steadily in Mo Sangyu's bowl, placing it perfectly on top of the mandarin fish.

Rong Xuanci paused with his chopsticks and looked up at Feng Xingyu.

Feng Xingyu remained calm and withdrew his hand. When Mo Sangyu looked at him, he curled his lips into a smile, full of spring-like joy: "Your favorite food."

Okay.

Mo Sangyu looked down at the two dishes stacked together in the bowl without saying a word.

The hall was unusually quiet.

People's eyes, intentionally or unintentionally, swept towards them, and the atmosphere became somewhat subtle.

Rong Xuanci smiled faintly, picked up another piece of green vegetable with his chopsticks, and put it into Mo Sangyu's bowl. This time, he deliberately placed it on the edge of the bowl so that it didn't cover any of the vegetables.

Feng Xingyu also picked up his chopsticks, took a slice of lotus root, and placed it next to the greens.

The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, took turns using their chopsticks, and before long, a small mountain had piled up in Mo Sangyu's bowl.

"..."

Mo Sangyu's breath became heavy.

How can we eat like this?

She picked up the bowl, scooped half into Feng Xingyu's bowl, and then scooped some into Rong Xuanci's bowl: "Don't put any more in my bowl, I have my own hands."

When Feng Xingyu saw that there was more food in her bowl than in Rong Xuanci's, her previously irritable mood immediately improved.

As it turned out, Ayu was more inclined to side with her husband.

Even one's own brother has to step aside.

Rong Xuanci didn't mind at all, his eyes filled with tenderness.

I had never felt this way before when I was with Rong Feiyan.

When I was a child, I even resented my mother for her passing. But as I grew older, I gradually came to understand that although my mother was weakened by giving birth to me, it was not her fault.

But for some reason, he could never truly get close to her, and his kindness towards her was merely fulfilling the responsibilities of an older brother.

Now he understands that there was a reason for all of this.

Bloodlines are indeed a mysterious thing.

"Okay, you can eat it yourself. Take whichever you want."

Finally, things calmed down.

But the way others looked at them became strange.

Shen Yuheng's hand, hidden beneath her sleeve, was clenched into a fist, her nails digging into her flesh.

Her Yan'er had never received such treatment before!

Who exactly is this woman?

Could it be that she really is...?

How is that possible?

Shen Yuheng's expression changed several times, and she was starting to get restless.

Before the family dinner was over, she told Rong Xiuyuan that she wasn't feeling well and had to go home.

Before Rong Xiuyuan could stop her, she got up and left quickly.

However, it seemed that no one cared about her departure at all, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

After a few rounds of drinks, the atmosphere became increasingly peaceful.

Rong Xiuyuan suddenly smiled and said, "Since the Lord calls you Yu'er, then your second uncle will call you that too. Yu'er, you also have a cousin who didn't come tonight. Your second uncle will introduce you to him when he comes back next time."

"OK."

"One doesn't hit a smiling face," Mo Sangyu said, picking up her teacup and responding indifferently.

Rong Xiuyuan didn't seem to mind, smiled and nodded, then picked up his wine cup and continued drinking.

The family dinner ended in a mixed atmosphere.

Several elders were the first to leave, and the members of the collateral branches also gradually dispersed.

When Rong Xiu left, he made a special trip over to tell Mo Sangyu to "get some rest," with a gentle smile, like a loving elder.

Rong Huaijin said nothing, but as he left, he still glanced at Feng Xingyu with a seemingly casual look.

This time, Feng Xingyu suddenly looked up at him, and their eyes met for a moment, but he subtly looked away again.

Rong Huaijin was extremely gloomy. The way he looked at Feng Xingyu was neither admiration nor fear, but something else entirely. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he disliked it very much.

Everyone left, and the hall finally quieted down.

Rong Xuanci stood up and looked at Mo Sangyu: "Are you tired? I'll have someone take you to rest."

After saying that, he looked at Feng Xingyu and said, "I've arranged a room for you too."

That means they should live separately from their spouse.

Feng Xingyu frowned, but before he could speak, Rong Xuanci said again, "Although you two are engaged, you are not yet married. It is not appropriate for you to live together. If the clansmen find out, it will cause gossip."

"Oh."

Feng Xingyu sneered, his face turning grim, a mocking glint flashing in his dark red eyes: "What kind of bullshit joke is that?"

He had been enduring it all along, ever since he stepped into the Rong clan.

He simply couldn't tolerate this anymore!

"Ayu and I have been husband and wife for two and a half years. She is already my wife, my queen. What do you mean by 'not being married yet'?"

Rong Xuanci looked at him calmly, but there was no sign of backing down in his eyes.

"That was before. Now, Yu'er is the legitimate daughter of our Rong clan. Although she is engaged to you, we haven't held a wedding ceremony yet, so we are not considered husband and wife."

Feng Xingyu's eyes turned cold.

The air in the hall suddenly became still, as two powerful auras collided silently, causing the candlelight to flicker violently.

Neither side was willing to back down.

The palace servants were so frightened that they huddled in a corner, not daring to breathe.

That's enough.

Mo Sangyu stood up, her voice not loud, but it made both of them stop at the same time.

She glanced at Feng Xingyu, then at Rong Xuanci: "One room, I'll share with him."

"Yu'er, you..."

"If you're really worried about gossip, we don't have to stay here."

"My...brother didn't mean that."

Rong Xuanci sighed softly and immediately compromised: "Alright, I'll have someone knock down the two rooms and connect them, then no one will know."

"what ever."

Feng Xingyu's unpleasant expression softened somewhat upon hearing Mo Sangyu's words.

He walked over, took Mo Sangyu's hand, and they intertwined their fingers.

Rong Xuanci looked at the two clasped hands, said nothing, and turned to leave.

After taking a few steps, he stopped again and explained, "Yu'er, your brother didn't mean to break you up."

He just wanted to protect her.

That's it.

That young man from the Yun family dotes on her like the apple of his eye; he must truly love her and wouldn't let her suffer the slightest grievance.

Mo Sangyu frowned, but still replied, "I know, I'm not angry."

"That's good. You should rest tonight. I'll have someone combine the rooms tomorrow."

After saying that, he quickly walked out.

Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu exchanged a glance. She sighed softly and pinched his cheek, saying, "Why do you always have to go against him?"

"I don't."

Feng Xingyu looked completely innocent: "He's the one who insists on going against me."

"Alright, let's go back to our room."

Mo Sangyu got back to business: "Come with me somewhere tonight. Shen Yuheng should have already guessed that Rong Feiyan might be dead. If she really has something going on, she will definitely take action tonight."

"OK."

Feng Xingyu seemed to recall something and became slightly serious: "That Rong Huaijin is also very strange."

"Then we'll check them one by one."