His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

He overheard Mo Sangyu telling that man that she would take action against His Highness as soon as possible!

She had been hiding it all along?

This despicable and insidious woman.

I was almost fooled by her. I thought she was actually forced into it and didn't really want to kill His Highness.

Hearing her say that she wanted to kill His Highness filled Yan Qing with immense anger.

If that's the case, then don't blame him... You're welcome!

He followed Mo Sangyu from a distance until they reached a river.

A layer of ice has formed on the river.

He rushed up behind Mo Sangyu and pushed her onto the ice. Then, he used his inner energy to shatter the ice and heard a "plop" to confirm that she had fallen into the icy water. He then quickly fled.

After a while.

Mo Sangyu then emerged from the ice hole.

Yan Qing's actions really made her laugh in anger.

In fact, she had known all along that Yan Qing had been following her.

The reason I didn't expose him was because I wanted to see what he was up to.

She never expected him to push her into the ice water.

Calling him a terrible teammate is absolutely right.

They didn't learn their lesson last time, and they're doing it again!

It's hard to say whether Feng Xingyu is fortunate or unfortunate to have such a loyal deputy.

Since she'd already fallen in, Mo Sangyu wasn't in a hurry to get out. She decided to... take a shower.

Wash slowly.

The Prince's Study.

Feng Xingyu, who was discussing matters with Gu Jinzhi, suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold rise from the soles of his feet and spread throughout his body in an instant.

It felt as if I had fallen into an ice cellar.

He was so cold that his blood almost froze.

"Your Highness?"

Seeing his suddenly pale face, Gu Jinzhi was startled and immediately stood up: "What's wrong?"

"cold!"

Feng Xingyu immediately used his true energy to ward off the cold. Even if he wore very little clothing, he would not feel cold as long as he had his true energy to keep warm.

But at this moment, the true energy was not working.

He realized that it must be related to Mo Sangyu.

Where did she go?

"What?"

Gu Jinzhi didn't react for a moment: "Who? Who is Your Highness referring to?"

"Where did Mo Sangyu go?"

So cold.

Feng Xingyu's hair and eyelashes visibly frosted over.

Upon seeing this, Gu Jinzhi was terrified and panicked.

What's going on here?

Fortunately, at that moment, the study door was suddenly pushed open, and Yan Qing rushed in, bringing with him a chill.

"Your Highness!"

His face still showed a trace of lingering fear and tension: "I heard that witch say she was going to attack you. She wasn't in the manor at the time; she was far away, so I just..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

He finally realized something was wrong.

Why is Your Highness's face pale and your lips purple?

The key thing is that his eyes looked a little scary at that moment.

It was as if they wanted to devour him alive; the anger and coldness in their eyes were more chilling than the icy snow outside.

His Highness had never looked at him like that before. Could it be that he had done something wrong...?

Upon hearing this, Gu Jinzhi understood and closed her eyes in anguish.

This idiot.

"Yan Qing!"

Feng Xingyu forced out a sentence through gritted teeth, each syllable carrying the sharp edge of ice: "You, immediately, go, and, bring, the, person, back, to, me!"

"no."

Yan Qing was stunned. He looked at Gu Jinzhi anxiously and said, "Mr. Gu, didn't you say before..."

"What did I say?"

Gu Jinzhi covered his mouth: "His Highness ordered you to bail them out, why aren't you going!"

After saying that, she pushed him to the door and kicked him out.

"Your Highness, how are you feeling now?"

Gu Jinzhi went to find a blanket and wrapped it around Feng Xingyu. When that didn't work, she went to get two more quilts.

Feng Xingyu: "It's useless."

Even internal energy is useless, let alone these external objects.

These damage transfers are far more powerful than they imagined.

"Why hasn't Yan Qing returned yet?"

"Your Highness, he just went out a little while ago..."

Gu Jinzhi could only watch helplessly, growing increasingly anxious: "Should we call Luo Ming over?"

"No."

Feng Xingyu suddenly threw off the quilt, stood up and walked outside: "I'll go get her myself."

Knowing that woman as he did, he knew she would deliberately stay in the water and not come out.

Feng Xingyu used his lightness skill to its fullest extent, and in just a few leaps, he arrived at the riverbank, faster than Yan Qing who had set off first.

From afar, one could see Yan Qing lying on the edge of the ice cave, pleading and swearing oaths to the person in the water.

"Your Highness! Your Majesty! Please come up here quickly!"

"I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong!"

"I'll do anything for you, as long as you're willing to come up here. I'll be your slave, your pig, your dog..."

Inside the ice cave, Mo Sangyu only showed half of his head, his wet hair sticking to his face, looking as relaxed as if he were soaking in a hot spring.

She said slowly, "It's quite comfortable in the water. No rush, I'll stay a little longer."

"No, please."

Yan Qing wanted to cry but had no tears.

Just then, a dark figure swooped in like a hawk, bringing with it a chilling gust of wind that swept across the back of his neck.

Feng Xingyu didn't even glance at him. His body hovered in mid-air for a moment before he stretched out his long arm, his large hand plunging into the icy river water. He grabbed Mo Sangyu by the back of his collar and pulled hard.

Like lifting a soaking wet kitten, they pulled her out of the water.

"Hey you..."

Mo Sangyu exclaimed in surprise, and cold water splashed everywhere.

Feng Xingyu wrapped his arm around her knees, holding her in his arms like a child.

With his other hand, he pulled the half-wet cloak from his shoulder and hastily wrapped it around her wet head and body to block the cold wind.

The whole process was as fast as lightning. By the time Yan Qing reacted, he only saw his prince carrying Mo Sangyu, already on the riverbank.

"Your Highness."

Yan Qing's face lit up with joy. Just as he stood up, Feng Xingyu, carrying Mo Sangyu, turned and left.

As he turned around, he ruthlessly raised his leg and, with a thud, kicked Yan Qing precisely back into the ice hole.

"Stay inside for the night, and don't come out."

"..."

Yan Qing thrashed around in the icy water for a couple of moments, gasping for breath from the cold. He watched helplessly as His Highness, carrying Mo Sangyu, vanished into the vast snowy night with a few flashes of his figure.

Feng Xingyu carried Mo Sangyu as they flew, the cold wind whistling in their ears, yet the biting chill on his body was strangely dissipating rapidly.

Before long, they arrived at the prince's residence.

He took her directly back to the east wing, put her on the ground, and his actions were not gentle, even somewhat rough.

The cloak wrapped around her was half-wet, dripping water.

Mo Sangyu steadied herself, pulled off her cloak, revealing a face with a playful expression.

The moisture remaining on Feng Xingyu's body quickly evaporated into white mist in the warm room, and he soon became dry again.

He gave Mo Sangyu a deep look, said nothing, and turned to leave.

"etc."

Mo Sangyu called out to him, "Where's Feng Mian?"

Feng Xingyu paused slightly, but did not turn around: "Luo Ming has seen her in her own room and also prepared the medicine."

After saying that, he didn't linger and his figure quickly disappeared outside the door.

Mo Sangyu looked in the direction he left and pursed her lips.

They still have some conscience; they know to let Luo Ming take care of Feng Mian.

Without thinking further, she quickly stripped off her wet clothes, wiped herself haphazardly, and crawled into bed.

I was exhausted after tossing and turning for most of the night, and I fell asleep soon after.

The next morning.

Just as dawn was breaking, a figure, almost frozen solid, staggered back to the prince's residence, taking one step at a time.

This person was naturally Yan Qing, who had been frozen all night.

His entire body was covered in a thick layer of white frost; his eyebrows, eyelashes, and hair were all covered in icicles; his lips were frozen purple; his face was a mixture of pale and bluish-white; and his body was trembling violently and uncontrollably.

With each step, shards of ice fell from my body.

If it weren't for his profound martial arts foundation, which allowed him to force his true energy to circulate repeatedly within his body, he would probably have frozen to death in the river long ago.

With his last bit of willpower, he made his way back to his room.

As soon as the door closed, he fell straight forward like a puppet with its strings cut, and fell into a coma.

So, Luo Ming, who had just stayed up all night taking care of Feng Mian, who had a fever due to being chilled and frightened, and hadn't had a moment to rest, rushed to Yan Qing's room again.

Looking at Yan Qing, who was barely breathing, cold all over, and almost unrecognizable on the bed, and then at the pool of melted ice water on the floor, Luo Ming let out a long, long sigh.

He rubbed his bloodshot eyes, resignedly rolled up his sleeves, and opened the medicine box.

"What kind of mess have I made...?"

He muttered to himself as he began to administer acupuncture to dispel the cold.

Life in the prince's residence is getting harder and harder.

Luo Mingxin is so tired.

Mo Sangyu woke up feeling refreshed and full of energy.

I feel perfectly fine all over.

She got up, dressed, and prepared to go see Feng Mian.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard a slightly argumentative voice coming from the study.

"No!"

Yuan Zhao's voice was filled with worry and urgency: "Your Highness, you absolutely cannot go. That place... it's a place that eats people alive. They might as well just say they want your life instead of asking to see your filial piety!"

Gu Jinzhi's voice followed: "But if we don't go, he will have a legitimate reason to punish His Highness. Yuan Zhao, calm down and let me think about it some more."

Upon hearing their conversation, Mo Sangyu turned and walked involuntarily toward the study.

"Isn't it just a rather dangerous mission?"

Feng Xingyu's voice was calm and indifferent: "Over the years, I have carried out countless missions like this. Don't worry, nothing will happen."

"Your Highness, but this time is different. That's the Deadly Black Swamp. No one who goes in has ever survived. This is clearly sending you to your death!"

"Which mission wasn't designed to send me to my death?"

"Your Highness..."

"Don't say anymore. There are only two weeks left until the end of the year. This mission will at least allow the soldiers to have a good New Year. I will come back as soon as possible."

"I'll go with you!"

"The imperial edict says I can only go alone; bringing anyone else would be disobeying the order!"

"..."

Yuan Zhao was worried and angry, but mostly he felt sorry for His Highness.

He looked at Gu Jinzhi, a grown man, his eyes reddening: "Mr. Gu, is there no other way? His Highness's journey this time is fraught with peril!"

Gu Jinzhi turned his head away and remained silent for a long time.

Because there is no other way.

Mo Sangyu leaned against the door and heard everything that was said inside.

What dangerous mission is Feng Xingyu going to carry out?

If he dies, the soul contract will also disappear, and she will lose her guarantee before she recovers her strength.

The key point is that this soul contract can only be used once every ten years; otherwise, it will suffer a severe backlash.

That emperor is ruthless.

Is Feng Xingyu his biological son?

Even tigers don't eat their cubs, what was this old man thinking?

Just as Mo Sangyu was about to raise her hand to knock on the door, the door was suddenly opened from the inside.

Feng Xingyu stood in the doorway, looking at her coldly: "Have you heard enough?"