His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"To save you from suffering."

Mo Sangyu's expression was gentle and friendly; indeed, he was helping her avoid physical pain.

Without another word, she lunged forward, grabbed Shen Yuheng by the neck, and pulled her up from the ground.

Shen Yuheng's eyes widened suddenly as she stared in horror at those cold, clear eyes so close to hers. There was no murderous intent, no hatred, nothing at all, only a chilling calmness that sent shivers down her spine.

"What exactly do you want?"

Mo Sangyu did not answer.

She pressed close, her soul forcefully flooding into Shen Yuheng's brain.

Overbearing, domineering, and brooking no refusal.

A barrier lit up deep within Shen Yuheng's sea of ​​consciousness; it was the innate soul defense of those in the Cangxuan Realm, preventing all external intrusion.

When Mo Sangyu's soul collided with it, the barrier trembled but did not shatter.

She didn't back down, but instead added more force and rammed into him hard.

Shen Yuheng let out a shrill scream, her whole body convulsing, her face instantly turning ashen.

His eyes rolled back, and white foam spilled from the corners of his mouth again, like a fish thrown ashore, struggling desperately but with nowhere to escape.

When Mo Sangyu first tried to access Yun Jin's memories, she only had 70% of her spiritual power. Her soul would be affected by the backlash from Yun Jin's defensive power, and Yun Jin's soul and brain would also be severely damaged. So she gave up.

This time, however, she had no reservations.

Feng Xingyu stood to the side, staring intently at Mo Sangyu's face, his fingers tightening slightly.

Her expression was calm, except that her brows furrowed occasionally, as if she were looking at something unpleasant.

There was no pain, no strain.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but his whole body remained tense.

Rong Xuanci watched this scene with a hint of shock in his eyes.

Forcibly extracting other people's memories?

This... should be considered a forbidden technique, right?

This isn't just a special ability of the Rong clan; she also possesses the invisibility technique of the Yun clan.

Where did Yu'er learn all this from?

It seems his younger sister is more complex than he imagined.

That's good, at least no one will dare to bully her.

Mo Sangyu's soul consciousness swept rapidly through Shen Yuheng's sea of ​​consciousness.

Unrelated memories flashed by like a revolving lantern: her childhood experiences, the misery of being expelled, all the evil she had done, and... she saw the process of how she met the eldest daughter of the Shen family in Qingcheng.

Then, he possessed someone else's body.

The scene moves forward until the year she married into the Rong clan, at which point Mo Sangyu slows down.

Red candles, wedding hall, Rong Xiuyuan in wedding attire, his youthful appearance, gentle eyes and a faint smile.

Shen Yuheng sat on the wedding bed, her face beneath the veil devoid of the shyness of a bride, only a suppressed, almost frantic excitement.

As time goes by little by little.

Half an hour passed.

Mo Sangyu's consciousness traversed Shen Yuheng's memories, quickly passing over unimportant details until the long-buried truths were gradually revealed before her eyes.

When she saw the truth, her originally calm emotions suddenly fluctuated, and her consciousness surged in Shen Yuheng's sea of ​​consciousness like the sea before a storm.

Feng Xingyu noticed her unusual behavior, took a step forward, but then stopped.

Don't interrupt her.

He could only watch, clenching his fists.

Rong Xuanci also noticed Mo Sangyu's change, and his expression tightened slightly.

A long time passed.

Mo Sangyu finally withdrew her consciousness and released her grip.

Shen Yuheng collapsed on the ground like a lump of mud, her eyes rolled back, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth. She seemed to have been drained of all her energy, clinging to life with only her last breath.

The room was extremely quiet.

Mo Sangyu stood there, her eyes lowered, without saying a word.

Feng Xingyu walked over and took her hand.

Her hands were cold, and her fingers were trembling slightly.

He tightened his grip, pulled her into his arms, and rested his chin on the top of her head.

"Ayu," his deep, powerful voice whispered in her ear, "I'm here."

Mo Sangyu leaned against him and closed her eyes.

She was simply processing the truths she had seen.

Feng Xingyu didn't ask any further questions, he just held her and stood there quietly.

After a while, he looked down at her and said softly, "Let's go back first."

Mo Sangyu nodded.

Feng Xingyu led her outside, but paused for a moment as they passed Rong Xuanci.

Rong Xuanci glanced at him, then looked at Mo Sangyu: "You guys go back first, leave this to me."

"Um."

Mo Sangyu didn't speak, but Feng Xingyu gave a faint reply, and the couple walked out of the passageway first.

Rong Xuanci stood there, watching their figures disappear at the end of the passageway, before turning around to look at Shen Yuheng, who was slumped on the ground.

She was no longer quite lucid, muttering "Yan'er" one moment and "Qian'er" the next.

Rong Xuanci's lips curled into a sarcastic smile.

I wonder what Rong Yunqian's feelings would be if he knew that his mother was a member of the Wu tribe, the very tribe he hated most.

He bent down, grabbed her by the back of her collar, and dragged her outside.

Shen Yuheng's body left a long trail of blood on the ground; she didn't even have the strength to groan.

The study door was kicked open.

Rong Xiuyuan looked up at the sound and saw Rong Xuanci dragging Shen Yuheng, who was covered in blood, into the room. The scroll in his hand fell to the ground, and his expression changed drastically.

"What... what's going on?"

Rong Xuanci did not answer.

He threw Shen Yuheng in front of Rong Xiuyuan as if she were a piece of junk.

Shen Yuheng lay motionless on the ground, only the slight rise and fall of her chest proved that she was still alive.

Rong Xiuyuan squatted down and reached out to help her, but when he saw her black witch robe and her hideous face, his hand froze in mid-air.

"She is a member of the witch clan."

Rong Xuanci's voice was cold: "Your wife's true identity is revealed by a secret passage behind the stone wall in the backyard, which leads directly to an underground chamber. If Second Uncle is interested, he can go and see for himself."

Rong Xiuyuan's expression changed drastically.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but Rong Xuanci didn't look at him again and turned to leave.

Inside the main hall.

Mo Sangyu sat on the soft couch, holding a cup of tea in her hands. The tea had gone cold, but she didn't drink it; she just held it.

Feng Xingyu sat beside her, silently keeping her company, waiting for Rong Xuanci to return.

Rong Xuanci hurriedly entered the hall, but slowed down when he saw them and sat down opposite them.

"Speak," his voice was somewhat hoarse, "What is the truth you saw?"

Mo Sangyu put down her teacup and looked up at him.

Her expression was calm, but her eyes were like the undercurrents beneath a deep pool—unseen, yet present.

"then……"

Mo Sangyu treated the truth she witnessed as someone else's story and slowly recounted it bit by bit.

Back then, Shen Yuheng and Ling Xueyuan became pregnant in the same year, but Shen Yuheng gave birth first and had a daughter.

Unfortunately, the child was very weak at birth and died a few days after his one-month celebration, before he could even be named.

Not long after, Ling Xueyuan also gave birth, and it was another daughter.

However, Ling Xueyuan's daughter was completely different from Shen Yuheng's daughter. She was born with silver hair and emitted an extremely strong alien energy, so strong that it severely damaged Ling Xueyuan's vitality, requiring a long period of rest to recover.

The entire clan was overjoyed at the arrival of this child, and everyone valued her highly.

This filled Shen Yuheng, who had just lost her beloved daughter, with extreme resentment and intense jealousy.

Why is it that her daughter died while other people's daughters are treated like royalty and are the pride of heaven?

Shen Yuheng used witchcraft to nurture her daughter's soul in an underground chamber, intending to find a suitable body for her later. After seeing Ling Xueyuan's daughter, she immediately set her sights on the child.

Such a healthy body should belong to her child!

All eyes should also be on her daughter!

The identity of the legitimate daughter of the Rong clan was the first gift she gave to her daughter.

Shen Yuheng usually kept her true nature very well hidden, and she had a very harmonious relationship with Ling Xueyuan, her sister-in-law.

Ling Xueyuan was heartbroken over the death of her daughter and had no defenses against her.

Taking advantage of Ling Xueyuan's weakness during her postpartum period, Shen Yuheng used witchcraft to possess the premature child.

She forcibly transferred her daughter's soul into the body of the silver-haired baby.

The original soul of that body was forcibly extracted and disappeared into the void.

Shen Yuheng thought that the baby's soul must have died. How could a child who was not even a month old survive with his soul being extracted?

She didn't interfere and let it dissipate.

But she didn't know that Rong Yanzhi used his special ability to condense a jade pendant with the character "Mo" engraved on it, which was the name he gave to his daughter.

This jade pendant has an innate bond with the daughter's soul.

The jade pendant enveloped the dissipating soul, carrying her through the void to another world.

Her soul possessed the body of an abandoned baby, and was taken in by a couple from the mysterious Mo family.

Perhaps because the jade pendant was engraved with the character "墨" (mo), they felt a connection, and that family adopted her and named her Mo Sangyu.

The jade pendant ended up in the hands of her adoptive parents, and it remains with them to this day.

After successfully possessing Ling Xueyuan's body, Shen Yuheng visited her even more frequently.

Ling Xueyuan assumed that it was because she had lost her own child that she cared so much about her daughter, and she even felt a little pity for her.

But Shen Yuheng never expected that after the silver-haired baby's body was replaced with her daughter's, it would become weak and fall seriously ill, almost not surviving.

She used all her witchcraft to keep her daughter alive. Although the child survived, her hair turned from silver-white to black, and the alien energy in her body was much weaker than before. Her aptitude was mediocre, and she was no different from an ordinary Rong clan member.

All eyes, which had initially been on them, gradually turned to disappointment.

Although Shen Yuheng was furious, thankfully her daughter had survived and gained the status of the Rong clan's legitimate daughter. In the future, she might even marry the Yun clan's lord and become the woman with the highest status in the Cangxuan realm.

She was satisfied with the result.

However, she still felt some regret that she couldn't raise her daughter herself.

However, to her surprise, an opportunity soon presented itself to her.

Because that idiot Ling Xueyuan actually discovered something amiss.

She began to suspect and secretly investigated, but unfortunately she wasn't ruthless enough, nor cautious enough.

Shen Yuheng noticed her movements and chose to strike first.

While she was still weak and had not yet recovered her strength, he tricked her into going to that underground secret room, told her the whole truth, and then killed her with his own hands.

After Ling Xueyuan's death, Shen Yuheng staged the scene to make it look like she died of illness. She had exhausted herself during her postpartum period, and her child's illness further depleted her energy, causing her to die from exhaustion.

No one doubted it.

However, Ling Xueyuan's soul also disappeared.

Shen Yuheng searched for it, but couldn't find it.

She didn't know where the woman's soul had gone, but she didn't care. After all, death is death, and the dissipation of the soul is a common occurrence.

Moreover, she believed that if even her witch clan's soul-summoning techniques couldn't find a soul, no one else could possibly find one.

Therefore, she was not worried at all about being found by Rong Yanzhi.

But she didn't expect that the blow to Rong Yanzhi after Ling Xueyuan's death would be even greater than she imagined.

He did not remarry, nor did he concern himself with clan affairs. Instead, he began to travel throughout the Cangxuan Realm, searching for Ling Xueyuan's soul.

As a result, he couldn't take care of the child, so Shen Yuheng offered to help take care of him and naturally brought the child to her residence, naming him Rong Feiyan.

After that, she gave birth to another child, Rong Feiyan's younger brother, Rong Yunqian.

She considered her life to be perfect.

Except that her husband didn't love her, but neither did she.

Moreover, she also has a lover.

Mo Sangyu was surprised when she saw this person; he was from the Yun clan.

There are many things that Shen Yuheng would have found difficult to accomplish on her own without the help of her lover.

Mo Sangyu didn't mention this person for the time being; this was a matter for the Yun Clan, and they would deal with it later when they returned to the Yun Clan.

After saying her last sentence, Mo Sangyu remained silent.

She picked up the teacup, lowered her head and took a sip. The tea was completely cold, but she didn't care.

Rong Xuanci sat opposite him, motionless.

His eyes were terribly red, and his lips moved a few times, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Thinking about how I've treated Rong Feiyan like a younger sister and Shen Yuheng like a second mother all these years, I'm filled with gratitude towards her...

Rong Xuanci lowered his head, buried his face in his palms, and his shoulders trembled violently.

Feng Xingyu sat beside Mo Sangyu, holding her hand. His breathing was slightly heavy, his eyes were red, and his heart ached.

His Ayu was so young and she was murdered; he simply couldn't bear to think about it...

"you……"

Mo Sangyu was the calmest of the three.

She looked at Rong Xuanci, at the aloof and noble Rong Clan leader she had first met, now sitting before her like a mountain about to collapse, silently crumbling.

After a long time, Rong Xuanci finally raised his head.

"Mother……"

His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible: "When my mother died, I knew nothing. I thought she died of illness..."

Mo Sangyu looked at him, unsure of what to say.

She didn't even know what her mother looked like; she had only seen her face in Shen Yuheng's memory.

A mother should be an extremely gentle woman.

Her father loved her very much.

"sorry……"

Rong Xuanci's tears finally fell.

He didn't wipe it away, letting it flow: "I'm sorry to Mother, and I'm sorry to you... Sister..."

Mo Sangyu didn't know how to comfort him.

Feng Xingyu stood up, poured Rong Xuanci a cup of hot tea, and placed it in front of him.

Rong Xuanci looked down at the cup of tea for a long time, then picked it up and drank it down sip by sip.

"Thank you." His voice was still a little hoarse.

Feng Xingyu remained silent and sat back down next to Mo Sangyu.

Rong Xuanci put down his teacup, took a deep breath, and when he looked up again, the vulnerability in his eyes had disappeared, leaving only a cold and stern expression.

"Shen Yuheng," he said, "I'll take care of her."

Mo Sangyu glanced at him: "Whatever."

If he doesn't avenge this grudge himself, he'll probably never get over it in his life.

"It's getting late, you should rest first, I'll come find you again tomorrow."

Rong Xuanci stood up and strode towards the outside of the hall.

"Ayu."

After he left, Feng Xingyu pulled Mo Sangyu into his arms and held her tightly with heartache: "Are you alright? If you're feeling unwell, you can cry..."

"It's nothing."

Mo Sangyu leaned against him and said, "I'm a little tired, I'm going to sleep for a while."

"it is good."

Feng Xingyu held her like that, letting her fall into a deep sleep.

Before long, it was dawn.

The bronze bell in the Rong clan ancestral hall was suddenly struck and rang loudly.

The deep, resonant sound of the bell pierced through the morning mist, echoing repeatedly throughout the Rong tribe's territory, making people's eardrums tremble.

That bell is the highest-level warning signal in the clan, and it is only rung during ancestral worship ceremonies or when there is a major change in the clan.

The heavy sound waves swept across pavilions, towers, streets, and courtyards, weighing heavily on people's hearts.

They just recognized the Rong clan's legitimate daughter yesterday, so what happened today?

The clan elders were alerted once again, and everyone rushed towards the altar in the ancestral hall.

On the altar, a woman was bound.

"Who is that?"

"They seem to be members of the Wu tribe..."

"How is that possible? How could the witch tribe members have gotten in? My God, that's not..."