His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"Aunt Wangshu would risk her life to protect you. I don't need to tell you how much she loves you."

Rong Xuanci racked his brains to comfort them.

It wasn't their fault to begin with.

No one is to blame.

"elder brother."

Mo Sangyu looked at Feng Xingyu from within his arms and gave a bitter smile: "Thank you for your reassurance, but it's alright, I'm fine."

When she first learned the truth, it was indeed hard to accept, but she was not a fragile person. Since it was already a fait accompli, being upset would not change the outcome, so why should she wallow in self-pity and cause herself unnecessary trouble?

If she could, she would very much like to make it up to him.

She doesn't have that opportunity right now, but Feng Xingyu does.

"Feng Xingyu, we can't change what has already happened. We might as well treat her better from now on, do our best to protect her and keep her safe, so that she can live as she pleases and do whatever she wants."

Feng Xingyu sighed softly and nodded silently.

Seeing her so clear-headed and at peace, and looking at my own heart full of pent-up emotions, I couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Besides, he can make amends, but what about Ayu...?

"Ayu."

Feng Xingyu held her hand, wanting to say something to comfort her, but she was more rational and open-minded than him, and didn't need his comfort at all.

In the end, after saying so much, he only said one sentence: "It's so good to have you."

"It's good that you know."

Mo Sangyu smiled faintly, and both of their moods gradually improved.

Seeing this, Rong Xuanci breathed a sigh of relief, his heart finally at ease.

Fortunately, he did not feel ashamed or depressed because of this, and did not become discouraged.

However, this is how they should be; they won't be easily defeated.

Mo Sangyu glanced at Elder Yuan Yi: "Does the elder's body need to be disposed of?"

"Need not."

Rong Xuanci said, "Elder Yuanyi has long made it clear that if he were to pass away here one day, he would let him rest here forever. He does not wish to be buried deep underground."

"Then we should respect his wishes."

The three left the cave.

The snow outside was falling heavier and heavier, covering the entire mountain range in a silver coat. The cold air swept in gusts, making people's minds clearer.

"What are your plans next?" Rong Xuanci asked.

Feng Xingyu pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "I want to see her one more time."

"Okay." Mo Sangyu nodded without hesitation, "I'll go with you."

The three of them descended the mountain.

Rong Xuanci still had a lot of things to deal with, so Mo Sangyu told him to go ahead and do his own thing.

Rong Xuanci didn't stand on ceremony, only saying that if they needed anything, they should let him know immediately, and he would put everything aside to help them first.

Mo Sangyu showed little outward emotion, but her heart was deeply moved.

When Rong Xuanci learned that his mother had died from being emaciated during her pregnancy, his first reaction was not to blame her at all, but to fear that she would feel guilty. He also extended his affection to Feng Xingyu, putting them first in everything.

So this is what it feels like to have an older brother who loves you.

"Ayu."

Seeing that Mo Sangyu seemed a little lost in thought, Feng Xingyu waved his hand in front of her eyes: "What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing, let's go."

The couple returned to the entrance of the secret realm.

Once you know where the entrance is, getting in is easy.

The two passed through the barrier, and their eyes were suddenly filled with light.

The flowers, trees, and pavilions that were damaged in the previous fight have somehow been restored to their original state, as if they had never been damaged at all.

In Tinglan Garden, Yun Wangshu was sitting by the window embroidering something.

Rong Huaijin reapplied the medicine and changed into clean clothes.

He sat next to Yun Wangshu, holding a book in his hand, but he didn't read it much, his gaze fixed on Yun Wangshu's face.

Hearing footsteps, the two looked up at the same time.

Upon seeing Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu return, Rong Huaijin's face turned extremely ugly.

Upon seeing the two, Yun Wangshu's eyes immediately warmed, and she quickly stepped forward, asking softly with a hint of doubt, "Why are you back again? Is there anything else?"

Feng Xingyu turned his head to look at Mo Sangyu beside him and saw her nod slightly at him.

He took a deep breath, then turned to look at Yun Wangshu, parted his thin lips slightly, and called out, "Mother."

Yun Wangshu was stunned.

The next moment, her eyes reddened, and she quickly responded.

"Mother, could you come for a walk with me alone?"

"sure."

Yun Wangshu was overjoyed and moved, and nodded in agreement without thinking.

Rong Huaijin didn't speak, he just sat there, his eyes fixed on her, clutching the book in his hand, which was almost crumpled up.

But Yun Wangshu didn't care about his expression at all, and followed Feng Xingyu out without even turning her head.

The mother and son disappeared through the doorway, their footsteps fading into the distance.

The room fell silent.

Rong Huaijin remained motionless, like a statue.

His face was extremely gloomy, and the melancholy in his eyes was almost overflowing. He was hostile to Feng Xingyu, and by extension, he also disliked Mo Sangyu.

Mo Sangyu didn't seem to care and simply sat down in the chair.

"Third Uncle."

She chuckled softly and kindly reminded him, "If I were you, I wouldn't show any dissatisfaction with Feng Xingyu at this moment. If you want to love her, you must first learn to love the person she cares about most."

"I am the person she cares about most."

Rong Huaijin stared at Mo Sangyu, his eyes as cold as ice: "As long as you don't show up, she will only have me in her heart and eyes."

"But we're already here. What can you do? Kill us?"

Mo Sangyu showed him no mercy: "Unfortunately, you don't have the ability."

"..."

"Don't think that just because she has amnesia, you can keep her by your side forever. Let me tell you, I can help her regain her memory..."

"What do you want to do?"

Upon hearing Mo Sangyu say that there was a way to restore Yun Wangshu's memories, Rong Huaijin jumped up from his chair: "Those memories are not a good thing for her. I'm warning you, don't do anything reckless."

"Warning ineffective."

Mo Sangyu remained seated, yet her imposing manner was in no way diminished: "Her memories are her own; whether or not she wants to regain them is her own decision. You have no right to interfere."

"Whether you want to keep her, or if you've done something outrageous that you want her to forgive you, it's up to you. But it can't be done through deception and concealment. Feng Xingyu and I won't allow it."

"..."

Rong Huaijin was furious.

He stared intently at Mo Sangyu, his chest heaving violently, like a trapped beast cornered in a desperate situation.

He clutched the book in his fingers, the pages already crumpled, with bits of paper falling through his fingers.

"What do you know!"

His voice was very low, as if squeezed from deep in his throat: "You don't understand anything."

Mo Sangyu leaned back lazily in her chair, looking at him: "Then explain it to us so we can understand."

"I……"

Rong Huaijin felt a tightness in his chest, a feeling that he couldn't exhale or exhale.

"I will absolutely not allow anyone to take her away from me."

"No one is trying to take her away. Your love and our love are not in conflict. If you can't learn to live peacefully with us, then don't blame me..."

Mo Sangyu emphasized the last three words: "Make trouble!"

Rong Huaijin's face turned ashen with anger.

This was the first time I experienced what it meant to be helpless against someone.

In comparison, his own niece was much more difficult to deal with than Feng Xingyu.

"What exactly... do you want to do?" Rong Huaijin gritted his teeth.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to tell Uncle San that before you love someone, you have to learn to respect them. If you can't learn that, I'll kick you out."

"..."

"If you don't believe me, let's try it."

The atmosphere inside the room was extremely tense, as if a fight could break out at any moment.

"How is it?"

Mo Sangyu, a master at dealing with all kinds of defiance: "Want to give it a try?"

"..."

Rong Huaijin dared not try.

Putting aside whether he could win the fight, if they really fought, given Ashu's personality, she would definitely get angry with him. She had finally agreed not to leave him, and he absolutely couldn't give her any chance to change her mind.

Thinking of this, Rong Huaijin's momentum suddenly weakened.

He sat back down in his chair and stopped talking to Mo Sangyu.

Seeing that he had become obedient, Mo Sangyu did not press him any further.

"Ah Jin, Xiao Yu."

At this moment, the mother and son finished their conversation and returned from outside.

It's clear they had a pleasant conversation.

Mo Sangyu smiled.

She seemed to be having a pleasant conversation as well.

Yun Wangshu walked towards Mo Sangyu and said gently, "I'm sorry, Xiaoyu, I shouldn't have left you here alone. Ah Jin didn't say anything outrageous, did he?"

"Ashu!"

Rong Huaijin coughed, his face darkening. "I didn't. Don't be so biased, okay? Besides, I'm her third uncle. How could I bully my own niece?"

Mo Sangyu gave him a half-smile.

"no."

Rong Huaijin's heart, which had been pounding, finally relaxed when he heard the word "no".

He had lived most of his life, and no one in the entire Rong clan had ever dared to challenge him like this. This Mo Sangyu was truly remarkable.

She and Feng Xingyu are truly a match made in heaven.

They are all monsters who bring misfortune to their mothers even before they are born.

But he swallowed those vicious words and didn't actually say them out loud.

"Mother, I want to discuss something with you."

After much deliberation, Mo Sangyu decided to bring up the matter with Yun Wangshu in front of Rong Huaijin.

"What is it?"

Her call of "Mother" touched Yun Wangshu's heart, and her gaze toward Mo Sangyu became even more loving: "No matter what it is, as long as it is something Mother can do, Mother will agree to it."

Rong Huaijin, who was standing to the side, felt her anger rise again.

But more than anything, it was a feeling of vigilance.

She wouldn't be thinking of...

Feng Xingyu also looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

Sure enough, under everyone's curious gaze, Mo Sangyu slowly spoke: "I have a way to help Mother regain her memories, but not now. Mother has time to think about it carefully."

"Those memories might not be pleasant, and thinking about them will only add to my troubles, so everything should be done according to Mother's wishes..."

"But my son is in those memories."

Yun Wangshu really wanted to know about the past.

She wasn't stupid; she knew that the reason she couldn't remember was because Ah Jin didn't want her to remember.

Ah Jin may have had selfish motives, but more than anything, it was to protect her and not want her to be sad or upset.

She didn't know she had a son before, but now it's different; she wants to know...

"Mother, don't rush to answer. I also need time to prepare. You can take your time to think it over and make a decision. Because some things in my memory are definitely very different from what you imagined, and may even be hard for you to accept..."

As Mo Sangyu spoke, Rong Huaijin's face paled, and the gloom in his eyes deepened and then faded again.

"it is good."

Seeing her serious expression, Yun Wangshu agreed, "I will consider it carefully."

I've said what I needed to say.

The two then took their leave.

Rong Huaijin's expression tightened; he was finally about to be kicked out.

But then they heard Yun Wangshu's voice urging them to stay: "Why are you in such a hurry? Why don't you stay for a meal before you leave?"

"No, I'll eat it another time."

Feng Xingyu said.

He hasn't been back for two or three days, and he doesn't know what kind of trouble might be brewing in the court.

Yun Wangshu was a little disappointed, but she didn't show it: "Alright, once Ajin's injuries have healed, I'll go back to the Yun Clan and help you prepare for the wedding."

Mo Sangyu wasn't in a hurry about this matter.

But Feng Xingyu was in a hurry.

He wanted to solidify their marital relationship even further.

Feng Xingyu said, "Then I'll trouble you, Mother, to do all this for your son."

Yun Wangshu smiled broadly, her eyes crinkling, showing no sign of fatigue.

She owes her son too much in her life, and now that she can do something for him, she feels more at ease.

"It's not hard work, Mom is happy to do it."

Holding Feng Xingyu's hand in one hand and Mo Sangyu's hand in the other, she felt that God had been kind to her, as she now had a son and a daughter-in-law all at once.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu got up to say goodbye.

Yun Wangshu saw them off at the door, watching them leave with reluctance until their figures disappeared at the end of the flower path before turning back.

Rong Huaijin sat in the room, his face not looking too good.

Looking at Yun Wangshu's face, which couldn't hide her smile, he felt a mix of emotions.

He secretly switched the medicine Dr. Ge gave him, hoping that his injuries wouldn't heal too quickly.

But he also knew that no matter how long it dragged on, there would eventually be a better day.

In Ashu's heart and eyes, there could never be only him. He should have known this day would come when he made that decision.

But I'm also glad I made that decision.

Otherwise, Ashu will hate herself to death once she regains her memories.

Although Mo Sangyu's words angered him, he had to admit it.

She's right.

Not wanting to lose Ashu, he had no choice but to accept Feng Xingyu.

the other side.

Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu returned to the Great Chen Imperial Palace.

As soon as I landed, I sensed something was off.

The imperial guards patrolling the palace road walked quickly, each with a solemn expression.

When Eunuch Lian Chen saw Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu from afar, he jogged over to greet them, his face pale.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you're finally back! Something's happened!"

Mo Sangyu asked, "What happened?"

"Shen Hanzhou, the envoy of Qingyue Kingdom, was assassinated at the post station last night and is dead."

Even Eunuch Lian Chen's voice trembled: "Yueying and Lord Yazi chased after them and were severely injured. Lord Yueying is slightly better and out of danger, but Lord Yazi..."

He said in one breath, "I was slapped and then stabbed. The slap to the chest severed my heart meridian, and the stab to my abdomen damaged my lungs and internal organs."

"Doctor Luo and the imperial physicians are all staying at Lord Ya Zi's residence. A night has passed, and I heard they are still not out of danger."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw His Majesty and the Empress turn and leave.

The two figures disappeared under the corridor. Eunuch Lian Chen stood there, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sighed deeply.

Inside Ya Zi's mansion, the atmosphere was as heavy as if a stone were pressing down on it.

The servants carried basins of water in and out, all with their heads down, not daring to breathe loudly.

Luo Ming stood in front of the bed, his hands covered in blood and his eyes bloodshot.

He had been standing inside all night, his legs were stiff, but he didn't dare to sit down.

Ya Zi on the bed was deathly pale, his lips were bloodless, and his chest and abdomen were wrapped in thick gauze, which was soaked with blood and had been replaced time and time again.

"Oh no, he's not breathing..."