His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"elder brother!"

Before Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu could say anything, Yun Jin became anxious.

He quickly interrupted Yunfeng, ran over and knelt directly in front of Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu, and hurriedly said, "Ah Feng, Your Majesty, I think there must be some misunderstanding. I beg you, please give him a chance..."

"Give him a chance?"

Mo Sangyu has always been clear about her grudges and gratitude, but since Yun Jin has spoken, she won't hesitate to take this opportunity: "Get up first."

"Okay."

Yun Jin obeyed.

He knew a little about Mo Sangyu's temperament.

If you're told to get up, then get up quickly.

"Yunfeng, for Yun Jin's sake, I'll give you one chance."

Originally, Mo Sangyu was prepared to kill Yun Feng directly.

But Yun Jin had once risked his life to save Feng Xingyu, and she remembered that kindness.

In Shen Yuheng's memory, she did see Yunfeng secretly meet with her many times and use puppets to do many things for her.

However, that all happened after her mother died, meaning he did not participate in killing her mother or helping her possess her body.

Upon hearing this, Yunfeng suddenly looked up at her.

It seems that no one expected Yun Jin to have such a big influence. Even though it was a dead end, his casual plea for mercy actually brought about a turnaround.

He knew how ruthless these two were, so how could they easily let him off?

Yun Jin, don't trust them too much.

"What's wrong?"

Mo Sangyu's light skirt swayed as she slowly walked towards him: "Don't you want this opportunity?"

Everyone was worried for him.

Yunfeng hurriedly scrambled to his feet, knelt down, and pressed his forehead against the cold stone bricks: "I...I am willing, please, Your Majesty, see the truth."

Mo Sangyu raised her eyes and glanced at Feng Xingyu.

Feng Xingyu nodded slightly to her, and then she walked up to Yunfeng and looked down at him.

In that case, let's use the quickest way.

She didn't speak, but simply reached out and placed her hand on Yunfeng's forehead.

The soul slowly probed in, this time without any forceful collision, but rather gently seeped into his sea of ​​consciousness like a stream.

Yunfeng's body trembled slightly, but he did not resist.

Mo Sangyu closed his eyes, his soul wandering through his memories.

After an incense stick had burned, he read through all of his past with Shen Yuheng.

It turned out that he had been tricked by Shen Yuheng and had a brief encounter with her. After that, he was constantly threatened by her and forced to do things for her.

Despite being threatened, Yunfeng still held onto his bottom line. Apart from using puppets to help her kill a few members of the Wu clan who knew her true identity, which was essentially silencing them, he helped her search for the Yin Sha items needed for her to cultivate witchcraft.

For these sinister objects, Yunfeng has traveled to many places over the past ten years, including Youdu City and the grassland tribes.

The earliest defensive barrier in Youdu City was the one he told Yinyue. Later, after Yinyue died, it was he who learned the method from Shen Yuheng and taught it to Chu Canglan.

No wonder it was so insidious and evil; it was Shen Yuheng's doing.

Perhaps he meant well at the time, but he didn't think about the consequences.

There's also Wumule from the grassland tribe, whose stone demon armor was also Yunfeng's masterpiece.

When Umulle saw his puppet, which was invulnerable to swords and spears, he knelt down devoutly and begged him, eager to become stronger.

Yunfeng used the principles of puppet training to teach him how to train the Stone Demon Armor. Once you master this, you will become like a monster, and in the end, you may even suffer a backlash and lose your mind.

In order to become stronger, Umulle chose to accept it.

Mo Sangyu withdrew her consciousness and opened her eyes.

Yunfeng knelt on the ground, his face slightly pale and his forehead covered in cold sweat.

He did not resist, so his consciousness was not damaged.

"He was not involved in the murder of my mother."

Mo Sangyu's cold and indifferent voice rang out: "I didn't participate in the possession, but I was tricked by Shen Yuheng and gave her leverage. I helped her kill a few members of the witch clan and find some Yin Sha items that she needed to practice witchcraft."

As for what leverage she had over him, she didn't say.

After all, it wasn't something to be proud of, so it was a way of saving face for him.

Moreover, it also concerns Uncle Rong. Not only did he marry a woman from the Wu tribe, but he was also cuckolded, which is truly a tragic situation.

Fortunately, the child should be his biological child.

After hearing Mo Sangyu's words, Feng Xingyu's brows relaxed slightly.

Yun Yihe leaned back in his chair, holding a wine glass, seemingly lost in thought.

Yun Jin stood to the side, his tense body finally relaxing.

Thank goodness, there's still hope.

but……

Yun Jin frowned, looking at Yun Feng with suspicion: "Brother, how did you get involved with that woman, and even gave her leverage over you? What leverage?"

Yunfeng glanced at him with a dark expression, then lowered his head again, not wanting to pay him any attention.

"Alright, you can ask me about what leverage you have against me later in private."

Mo Sangyu took two steps back, and Feng Xingyu took her hand and wiped the thin layer of sweat from her forehead: "Ayu, sit down and rest for a while."

"fine."

Mo Sangyu shook her head and gently squeezed Feng Xingyu's palm, indicating that he didn't need to worry.

Feng Xingyu did not let go, but led her back into the palace and made her sit down on a chair.

Even if the other party does not resist, it is still a drain on her spiritual sense to probe into the sea of ​​consciousness of another.

Feng Xingyu stood beside her, his hand on her shoulder, his fingertips gently caressing her shoulder.

Yun Yihe put down his wine cup, looked at Yun Feng kneeling outside the hall, and then at Feng Xingyu.

"Could you let me handle him?"

His tone was unusually serious, unlike his previous lazy demeanor.

Feng Xingyu glanced at him and nodded: "Your people, of course."

So easy to talk to?

Yun Yihe nodded to him before standing up, walking to the entrance of the hall, and looking down at Yun Feng kneeling on the stone bricks.

Yunfeng did not raise his head; his back was straight, like a tree that was bent by the wind but refused to break.

Yun Yihe looked at him for a moment, then turned and ordered Yun Yao, "Take him away and lock him up. No one is allowed to see him without my order."

Yun Yao accepted the order and led two clansmen forward to help Yun Feng up from the ground.

Yunfeng neither struggled nor begged for mercy; he simply followed them silently.

As he passed Yun Jin, he paused for a moment and said, "Thank you."

He was able to survive this time thanks to that brat.

"Harmful."

Yun Jin turned his back, and only after Yun Feng was taken away did he turn around, clasp his hands in a fist and bow to Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu.

Although what her brother did was not a capital offense, Ah Feng and the Empress only showed leniency because of him.

He has to accept this favor.

Otherwise, putting everything else aside, just considering that he dared to fight Ah Feng just now, anyone else would probably be dead already.

As a result, neither of them paid any attention to him.

"By the way, where is Yun Xian'er?" Mo Sangyu asked.

"She's gone into seclusion."

Yun Jin quickly replied, "You're two days too late. She's been in the Black Swamp for too long and her body has been corroded by the poisonous gas. She needs to go into seclusion to recuperate, otherwise she won't be able to preserve her cultivation."

Unfortunately, we arrived at an inopportune time.

It seems we'll just have to wait a little longer.

"Then let us know as soon as she comes out of quarantine."

With the business concluded and the banquet over, the couple tacitly turned to leave, only to be met with a sidelong glance from Yun Yihe: "Hey you two, what do you take this place for? Coming and going as you please, fighting and killing as you please? Aren't you treating me like I'm not even human?"

What he really wanted to say was, "Let them be human beings."

"..."

Mo Sangyu had just stood up when she sat back down.

Feng Xingyu remained expressionless: "Then what do you want to do?"

"I……"

Yun Yihe was speechless for a moment.

What can he do?

He was simply unhappy.

"I don't care, you're not leaving tonight, or you're never coming back!"

After saying that, he flicked his sleeve and left.

Feng Xingyu: "...Who is he threatening?"

Mo Sangyu: "I'm threatening you."

"..."

Yun Jin pursed his lips, suppressing a smile, and tentatively asked, "How about we leave tomorrow?"

Obviously.

Neither Mo Sangyu nor Feng Xingyu were particularly adept at handling this situation.

Yun Yihe is out of his mind, he's acting crazy.

In the end, the two of them inexplicably stayed and lived in the same courtyard where Mo Sangyu had lived before.

All the areas damaged in the previous fight have been repaired.

The room had been cleaned, the bedding was new, and the furnishings were complete. There were also two sets of pajamas in the wardrobe, made of soft material and neatly folded.

This was clearly something that had been carefully prepared.

The couple were stunned when they entered the house and saw this scene.

"Back then, they were determined to kill you for the position of Lord, and now they're going to any lengths to give up that position."

Mo Sangyu cursed, "This Yun Yihe is really sick."

"He is indeed sick." Feng Xingyu nodded in agreement.

However, after they finished speaking, a strange look flashed across their expressions, but they quickly returned to normal.

Brand new bedding, a soft, large bed.

A good night's sleep.

The next day.

After the two got up and washed, just as they were about to go out, a sumptuous breakfast was brought in.

Yun Yihe leaned lazily against the door: "Considering what you left behind last night, I'll reluctantly have breakfast with you."

Without waiting for their reply, he walked straight over and sat down first.

The steam carrying a fresh aroma wafts towards you.

The crystal dumplings were as smooth as jade, the lotus seed soup was sweet and fragrant, and there were also several seasonal side dishes and egg buns, making the whole table look elegant.

We can't waste so much delicious food.

Mo Sangyu readily agreed and sat down, so Feng Xingyu had no choice but to follow suit.

He looked at Yun Yihe, a hint of hostility gradually appearing in his eyes.

This meal is absolutely necessary, isn't it?

Row.

He suddenly smiled, a smile that was eerie and ghostly. When Yun Yihe saw it, a bad premonition immediately welled up in his heart.

"Ayu."

Feng Xingyu stopped looking at him and turned to look at Mo Sangyu with tenderness.

Mo Sangyu had just sat down and hadn't even picked up her chopsticks when her wrist was gently grasped by him.

His palms were warm, yet the strength carried an undeniable intimacy. He pulled her close to his side and chuckled softly, "Ayu, you've depleted your spiritual energy these past two days. Drink a couple more bowls of lotus seed soup to replenish it."

As he spoke, he picked up a silver spoon, skillfully scooped up a spoonful of soup, gently blew on it to cool it, and then brought it to Mo Sangyu's lips.

"...??"

Mo Sangyu was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood, and opened her mouth in response, the sweet and warm sensation sliding down her throat.

Then, he picked up a crystal shrimp dumpling and held it to her lips.

She glanced at him, but didn't expose him. She then took a bite.

Feng Xingyu watched her eat, a gentle smile in his eyes, and reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

That's going a bit too far.

Yun Yihe sat opposite the two, his smile gradually fading.

They don't treat him like a human being at all.

He reached out, picked up a meat bun, and took a vicious bite.

Feng Xingyu glanced at him and continued feeding Mo Sangyu soup: "Ayu, drink some more."

"..."

Mo Sangyu, aiding and abetting the wicked, drank it down.

But she still gave Feng Xingyu a look that said, "That's enough."

If you really get angry, there's no good in it.

Feng Xingyu remained unmoved, put down the soup bowl, and immediately peeled an egg for her: "Ayu, come on, have some more."

"I want to eat that, Ayu, feed me."

"..."

With a "bang," Yun Yihe slammed his chopsticks on the table, tossed his black robe aside, and got up to leave.

"This food is disgusting, I'm not eating it."

"Shall we have lunch together again?" Feng Xingyu asked from behind him.

Yun Yihe: "...Get out of here, don't get in my way."

"Why didn't you do this sooner?"

Feng Xingyu looked away and continued peeling the eggs.

After peeling the eggshells clean, he put them into Mo Sangyu's bowl, then took the soup bowl in front of her and added another spoonful for her.

Mo Sangyu looked at him and said, "I'm already full."

"Then I'll drink it."

Feng Xingyu naturally picked up the bowl of soup she had left and began to drink it slowly.

Yun Yihe walked to the door and couldn't help but look back. He saw Feng Xingyu take the half-eaten egg that Mo Sangyu had left and eat it in one bite, using her hand as a starting point.

It's simply unbearable to look at.

Nausea!

"Alright, you've made them leave in anger, let's hurry back."

The day after tomorrow is the big day of Gu Jinzhi and Wen Zhixia's wedding, so we can't just go back right on time.

"No rush."

Feng Xingyu asked her, "Is your spiritual power still a little lacking? Can your body handle it?"

"Hmm, 95%."

Mo Sangyu was surprised that he had even noticed this. She smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, this is my body, there's no problem."

"Then I'll take you to soak in the spiritual spring water, and we'll leave tonight."

I originally planned to go last night, but it's all Yun Yihe's fault for delaying things.

"Oh, that works too."

The couple went to Lingquan Pool.

In an instant, they arrived at their destination.

Feng Xingyu set up a barrier, isolating himself from everything outside.

Mo Sangyu's hand rested on her sash, and when she met his dark red eyes, she paused slightly.

She knew that look all too well—burning, deep, like it held fire or a hook, capable of pulling you in with just one glance.

She now seriously suspects that the man's purpose in bringing her to soak in the spiritual spring water is... impure.

"Turn around," she said.

Feng Xingyu did not move.

She narrowed her eyes dangerously, and he obediently turned around, his back to her.

Mo Sangyu quickly removed his outer robe and stepped into the spring.

Warm water washed over her shoulders, and she leaned against the bluestone, letting out a comfortable sigh.

She heard a rustling sound behind her and turned around to look.

Feng Xingyu also took off his outer robe and was walking towards her.

The spring water reached above his waist and abdomen, and water droplets slid down the grooves of his abdominal muscles, gleaming in the morning light.

Mo Sangyu glanced at it only once before looking away.

Feng Xingyu sat down beside her, and the water rippled gently, spreading out in circles, hitting the bluestone by the spring, and then rippled back.

He stretched out his long arm and put his arm around her shoulder.

The spring water was warm, and sunlight filtered through the treetops, casting dappled shadows on the water's surface.

As the wind blows, the light and shadow shatter and reunite, reunite and shatter.

Mo Sangyu closed her eyes, feeling the spiritual energy slowly flowing through her body.

The remaining half-tenth of spiritual energy was also gradually seeping into the body.

It's slow, but very stable.

She could feel that her body was slowly accepting those powers; it wasn't forcing it, but a true fusion.

Feng Xingyu turned his head to look at her.

Her eyelashes were long and appeared even thicker in the moisture, with a few strands of silver hair clinging to her cheeks, making her skin look almost translucent.

He reached out and gently brushed a stray hair away from her ear, his gaze falling on her lips as he slowly drew closer, when suddenly he heard a soft noise beside his ear…

"Who?"