His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Time flies.

into the night.

Mo Sangyu kept a close eye on Qi Wang all day. She would follow him unseen whenever he went out to buy groceries or cooked in the kitchen.

Until the evening, after the family had finished dinner, Qi Wang remained Qi Wang, showing no signs of anything unusual.

"Yu Niang, it's time for your medicinal bath today. This is your last medicinal bath. After it's done, your body will be fully recovered."

Qi Wang's gentle voice came from the main room.

"My husband."

Yu Niang suddenly asked him, "Can my memories be restored?"

A hint of panic flashed in Qi Wang's eyes.

Now, how could he dare to let Yu Niang regain her memories?

If he really regains his memories, how will he explain it to her?

But he knew very well that Yu Niang's memory, apart from being caused by her own actions, had not shown any signs of recovery in the past three years, which must be because Third Master had tampered with those tonics.

fair enough.

As long as Yu Niang can live a happy and peaceful life, nothing else matters.

"Yu Niang, let's focus on getting better first. Haven't you always said you wanted to give Da Bao a little sister? Well, we need to get healthy first, right?"

Qi Wang patiently coaxed her and took her to the clean room for a medicinal bath.

Mo Sangyu then stopped following.

Afterwards, Qi Wang went out first, leaving a maid inside to serve him, while he returned to the main room.

This time, Mo Sangyu saw him sitting at his desk writing.

Qi Wang is fond of calligraphy.

Whenever he has free time, he writes a piece of calligraphy.

Bored, Mo Sangyu turned around and sat down on the rocking chair in the courtyard.

A servant passing by suddenly saw the rocking chair swaying on its own and rubbed his eyes in surprise.

Upon closer inspection, it had stopped moving, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After the servants left, Mo Sangyu lay lazily on the bed, stretched, and prepared to close her eyes for a short nap.

The next moment, Qi Wang walked out of the main room...

wrong!

Mo Sangyu suddenly opened her eyes.

In the darkness of the night, Rong Huaijin's deep eyes looked toward the rocking chair, meeting the gaze of the hidden Mo Sangyu.

Mo Sangyu knew that he had not seen her.

But clearly, they noticed something was wrong.

They are exceptionally vigilant.

Mo Sangyu sat up from the rocking chair, staring at Rong Huaijin who had finally appeared, her eyes revealing that... long-lost excitement.

Third Uncle.

She had been waiting for quite a while.

Mo Sangyu slowly stood up, her gaze falling on the room behind Rong Huaijin.

She lay there, not paying attention for more than a moment, when Rong Huaijin emerged from the room.

This made Mo Sangyu suspect that the place where the two of them exchanged places was in this room.

However, she and Feng Xingyu had already entered this room two or three times and thoroughly examined it, but they had not found any hidden secret rooms or spaces separated by barriers.

Could it be that we forgot something?

Mo Sangyu walked slowly and casually past Rong Huaijin, and walked to the front of the main house.

After Rong Huaijin came out of the room, his face appeared normal, but in reality, he was closely observing the surroundings of the mansion with a deep and dark gaze, as if checking for any unfamiliar presences.

Mo Sangyu was standing in front of the door behind him, her soul not moving.

Being too close, any fluctuation could attract Rong Huaijin's attention.

She can only see with the naked eye.

A glance around the room revealed that Qi Wang was no longer there.

In such a short time, even if Rong Huaijin could enter the room silently right under her nose, Qi Wang could not possibly leave completely without a sound.

It seems the problem still lies in this room.

Just as Mo Sangyu was hesitating whether to take immediate action, the gatekeeper suddenly rushed in to report.

"Third Master, the Rong Clan's Lord has arrived, as has the Yun Clan's Lord."

Rong Huaijin's gaze darkened slightly.

He glanced at the gatekeeper and said in a flat voice, "Only two people?"

"Yes."

"Let them in."

The gatekeeper accepted the order, turned around, and ran out.

Mo Sangyu stood in front of the door, looking at Rong Huaijin's profile.

He didn't turn around, he just stood there like a silent tree, the moonlight making half of his face look pale, while the other half was buried in shadow, revealing no emotion.

Soon, Rong Xuanci and Yun Yihe walked in.

Rong Xuanci walked ahead, his steps steady, his expression unchanged.

He saw Rong Huaijin and nodded slightly: "Third Uncle".

Yun Yihe followed behind him, his gaze sweeping around the courtyard. He didn't say anything more, but simply nodded to Rong Huaijin.

What is this guy doing here again?

So, when Rong Huaijin asked the gatekeeper if there were only two people, was he referring to Feng Xingyu?

Mo Sangyu was wondering why Feng Xingyu hadn't come with them when a familiar presence landed beside her.

"Ayu." A low, husky voice came almost right next to her ear.

Rong Huaijin suddenly turned around and glanced at the empty doorway.

"Third Uncle."

Rong Xuanci's clear voice rang out, drawing his attention back.

"Why have the two venerable lords come together?"

"Just passing by."

Rong Xuanci smiled and said, "I heard that my third uncle has a house here, so I came to take a look."

His gaze passed over Rong Huaijin and landed on the door to the front hall: "Third Uncle, won't you invite me in for a chat?"

Rong Huaijin was silent for a moment, then stepped aside: "Please."

Rong Xuanci lifted his foot and walked inside.

Yun Yihe followed behind him. When he passed Rong Huaijin, he paused for a moment, glanced at him, and then looked away.

Rong Huaijin stood there, watching them walk in. The moonlight fell on his face, but it couldn't reveal any expression.

Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu hid by the door, watching Rong Xuanci and Yun Yihe pass by her. Neither of them looked in her direction, as if they hadn't noticed anything.

"I only recently learned that the reason my third uncle hasn't been in the clan for so many years is because he has a family outside. Why is that?"

Upon arriving at the front hall, Rong Xuanci asked, feigning concern, "The clan elders have been hoping for your marriage; why did you keep it a secret, Uncle?"

"She's just an ordinary woman, and I don't want her to be restricted in any way. We're doing quite well here."

Rong Huaijin was clearly unwilling to elaborate on this topic. After a few brief replies, his deep gaze turned to Yun Yihe, his tone unreadable: "I wonder, what brings the Yun Clan's Lord to my place?"

"Third Uncle, you're being too polite."

Yun Yihe replied with a smile, "Well, Aunt Wangshu's son has returned and is going to marry your Rong clan's eldest daughter. From now on, our Yun and Rong clans will be linked by marriage again, and we will all be one family."

Upon hearing the name "Wang Shu," Rong Huaijin's expression remained unchanged, as if he were just an ordinary old friend.

"Is there anything else you need to do tonight?"

He paused for a moment, then said impatiently, "My wife is not in good health and is used to going to bed early. If there is nothing important, I will not keep you two any longer."

They're already rushing people to leave before they've even had a chance to sit down properly.

Yun Yihe secretly rolled his eyes.

If Ah Feng hadn't said that we needed to find his real hiding place first, we would have just tied him up.

Dragging your feet.

"actually."

To dispel his doubts, Rong Xuanci took the initiative to bring it up: "It was Aunt Wangshu's son, Feng Xingyu, who asked me to ask Third Uncle if there was any news about his mother. He suspects that Aunt Wangshu is not dead."

"Wang Shu?"

Rong Huaijin read the name aloud, his voice very calm, as if he were simply recalling an old friend he hadn't mentioned in a long time.

His face remained expressionless, as if hidden beneath a thin layer of ice, concealing something unseen by anyone.

"She left Cangxuan Realm and went to the Nine Provinces Continent, and then there was no news of her. Later... I heard she died."

He glanced up at Rong Xuanci: "What, does her son think she's still alive?"

"Why is Third Uncle so indifferent when he hears about my aunt's situation? I've heard that back then..."

"Lord Cloud".

Before Yun Yihe could finish speaking, Rong Huaijin interrupted him with a slightly cold voice: "You said it yourself, that was back then. Now I'm married with children, and Wang Shu is just an old friend to me."

"Alright, it's getting late, please go back."

Rong Huaijin asked them to leave again.

Having achieved his goal, Rong Xuanci stood up and said, "Third Uncle, I'm sorry to have disturbed you." With that, he pulled Yun Yihe away.

Rong Huaijin watched the two figures disappear.

After walking a distance, Yun Yihe finally said, barely containing his anger, "No, I hadn't finished speaking yet, why were you in such a hurry to pull me away?"

"You Rong clan are utterly shameless! If you can't have it openly, you resort to underhanded tactics. Let me tell you, Rong Xuanci, if my aunt suffers any harm, I'll never forgive your Rong clan!"

"Go on, don't worry about it."

"you……"

Their voices faded into the night wind.

Rong Huaijin stood at the courtyard gate, and after confirming that the two people had left, he did not go back immediately.

He stood with his hands behind his back under the eaves, the moonlight enveloping him in a cool, silvery white, like a sculpture without warmth.

The night breeze swept through the courtyard, rustling the leaves of the ancient locust tree.

His gaze slowly swept over the courtyard wall, the roof, and the porch, inch by inch, unhurriedly.

Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu hid in the shadows, holding their breath, watching him survey his territory like a gloomy wild wolf.

After a long time, Rong Huaijin finally withdrew his gaze, turned around and went back into the house, closing the door behind him.

He sat down at the table, picked up the now-cold teacup, and took a sip.

Not long after, Yu Niang returned from her medicinal bath, her hair still wet and draped over her shoulders, her face flushed from the bath.

Rong Huaijin stood up, walked over, and naturally helped her sit down in front of the dressing table.

He picked up a dry cloth and gently wiped her hair. Yu Niang looked at him in the bronze mirror with a faint smile on her lips, completely unaware that her gaze had already changed.

It turns out that the way Qi Wang acted when interacting with Yu Niang was not Qi Wang imitating Rong Huaijin, but rather Rong Huaijin deliberately imitating Qi Wang.

No wonder Yu Niang didn't realize it. Even though she lost her memory and forgot what her lover looked like, the feeling he gave her still made her feel familiar and at ease.

As he wiped her eyes, her eyelids gradually drooped, her head tilted to the side, and she fell asleep in his arms.

Rong Huaijin didn't stop, wiping her a few more times before putting down the handkerchief, picking her up, gently placing her on the bed, and covering her with the blanket.

Then, he turned and walked to the west side of the room.

There stood a screen, embroidered with landscapes.

Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu had checked when they came in; there was a wall behind them and nothing there.

Rong Huaijin raised his hand, and a ball of silvery-white light condensed in his palm, which he pressed against the wall behind the screen.

A crack appeared in the wall, without making a sound, revealing a white halo, like a door suspended in mid-air.

Qi Wang stepped out of the halo.

His face was paler than usual, and there was a faint trace of fatigue in his eyes. He didn't say anything, but silently walked to the bedside, sat down, and looked at Yu Niang.

Rong Huaijin stood in front of the halo of light, turned around and glanced at him: "Notify me immediately if there is anything unusual."

Qi Wang nodded.

Rong Huaijin withdrew his gaze and stepped into the white halo.

The halo slowly receded behind him, and the cracks in the wall silently closed, as if nothing had happened.

Unbeknownst to anyone, the moment the halo of light opened, two hidden figures had already rushed inside.

A shimmering white halo spread out like ripples on water, and Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu felt their bodies lighten as they quietly fell into the hidden world behind the screen.

The warmth and tranquility of the courtyard house are completely shut out, replaced by a gentle and sweet spiritual atmosphere, warm and lingering, untouched by the filth of the world.

"here it is……"

The two looked up and were slightly shocked by the scene before them.

Above us was a soft, rosy sky, with starlight like scattered gold flowing slowly, and thin, pinkish-white clouds floating low in the air.

A gentle evening breeze caressed the clouds, which slowly unfurled, and soft light spread, making the entire world appear hazy and enchanting.

Beneath our feet lies a smooth, white jade path, winding and turning, with evergreen flowers blooming along its sides.

Pink cherry blossoms, white crabapple blossoms, orchids, and laurel leaves are layered upon each other, their petals glistening and luminous.

A gentle breeze swept by, and petals fell in a flurry, carpeting the ground with their beauty.

A clear pool lies still ahead, its water crystal clear and reflecting a faint moonlight.

In the distance, several elegant pavilions and waterside terraces are scattered, their eaves adorned with delicate wind chimes that sway gently in the breeze, producing soft, melodious sounds.

All around was quiet, without noise or hostility, only the evening breeze, the fragrance of flowers, flowing water, and diffused soft light.

Everything is bathed in a gentle filter, exquisite, luxurious, tranquil, and secluded from the world.

Upon seeing the scene before him, Feng Xingyu frowned slightly, his eyes darkening further.

As Mo Sangyu gazed at the magnificent and meticulously cared-for world before him, his heart sank, and he almost understood everything.

"This is a secret realm!"

Feng Xingyu closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, his eyes filled with a chilling intent: "He actually..."

They actually locked his mother in such an elaborately crafted cage?

"Don't rush, let's wait until we find Mother Consort, perhaps..."

Mo Sangyu didn't finish her sentence.

It's clear that everything here reflects the owner's utmost care and love, filled with tenderness and obsessive affection, yet the most precious freedom has been stripped away.

Mo Sangyu used her soul sense to explore, cautiously spreading out in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, she had figured out the boundaries of this secret realm.

It's not a vast area, only a few hundred square meters in size, and the area within its boundaries is easily visible.

It wasn't the vast, endless wilderness I'd imagined, nor did it have the towering mountains and dense forests stretching for miles.

A waterside pavilion, a half-acre flower grove, a clear pool, and several winding jade paths—that's all there is to this place.

A faint, pale silver barrier lingered at the border, hazy like mist, firmly enveloping the entire secret realm, isolating it from the outside world, and sealing off all possibilities of escape.

Feng Xingyu also sensed the binding force of the barrier, and his aura grew increasingly cold.

"He was willing to go to great lengths, using an ancient barrier to seal a mere few hundred feet of secluded space, just to trap one person."

"He may have already spotted us."