His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Oh shit.

Mo Sangyu was dazed and confused after the fall. Her clothes were torn in several places, and her face was scratched and hurt.

However, no substantial harm was suffered.

However, Feng Xingyu must have found out.

She had never been so humiliated. Seeing the man above her looking down at her, she didn't rush to get up. Instead, she simply propped her head up with her hand and lay on the ground for a while, looking exhausted.

Anyway, barring any unforeseen circumstances, that man is about to get beaten up.

as predicted.

Before the man in mid-air could figure out what trick Mo Sangyu was up to, he suddenly felt a scorching wave of air rushing towards him from the side.

The shockwave was a pure and scorching force, seemingly capable of melting everything.

Immediately afterwards, a fist slammed into his temple.

A layer of golden light covered his fist, the light as intense as flames. Before it even touched his skin, he felt a burning pain, as if his bones were about to be melted.

The fist slammed into his temple.

With a muffled thud, he was sent flying.

Like a kite with a broken string, it tumbled twice in mid-air, crashed into three pine trees, and then fell heavily to the ground.

He lay among the rubble and withered branches, his vision obscured by darkness.

My ears were ringing, and warm liquid was flowing from my nose and trickling down my chin.

He raised his hand and touched it; his hand was covered in blood.

He stared blankly at the blood on his palm, a look of bewilderment flashing in his eyes.

Feng Xingyu descended from mid-air and stood in front of him.

He wore a black robe and a silver mask, and his body was surrounded by golden light, like a god of war who had emerged from purgatory.

He looked down at the man in red on the ground, his dark red eyes, hidden behind the mask, were as cold as if they had been quenched with ice.

Before the man could get up, another punch landed on his chest.

A golden light exploded on the fist, like a burning flower, landing on the robe and burning a charred hole.

The man groaned as he was smashed into the ground.

The third punch landed on his shoulder.

The sound of bones breaking was very clear, and the man spat out a mouthful of blood.

Blood splattered on the red clothes, making it impossible to distinguish which color was from the robe and which was from the blood.

His body trembled, his fingers spasmed, and the blankness in his eyes turned into horror, and then into fear.

After finishing the fight, Feng Xingyu turned around swiftly, walked quickly to Mo Sangyu, picked her up from the ground, and carefully checked her body for injuries without saying a word.

"Excuse me."

Mo Sangyu removed the mask from his face and reached out to touch the healed red marks on his face: "I've dragged you into this."

Feng Xingyu finally came to his senses when he saw that she was not seriously injured.

"You almost scared me to death."

He was attending the morning court session when he suddenly felt his body plummet. Then, scratches appeared on his body and face, and his clothes were inexplicably torn. Finally, he felt the pain of being thrown heavily to the ground.

The ministers in the court were all stunned by what they saw.

Fortunately, Gu Jinzhi reacted quickly and managed to appease and disperse the court officials. By the time she came to her senses, Feng Xingyu had already disappeared.

At that moment, he was truly flying ahead, while his soul was chasing behind.

They were so frightened they were out of their wits.

It's unimaginable that someone as capable as Ah Yu could fall from such a height.

"Anyway, I'm here, so it's alright." Mo Sangyu wrapped her arms around his neck, her usually cool voice softer than usual: "Take me back to Qingyue Palace."

The man in red, covered in blood, crawled out of the pit.

His shoulders were slumped, his back was hunched, and he had a large lump on his temple.

Half of his face was swollen; it was a truly horrific sight.

This damned thing, when has he ever suffered such humiliation?

The man in red squinted, staring at the couple not far away, black mist gathering in his palm.

"I'll fucking kill you all!"

The man in red used all his strength.

The black mist in his palm condensed to its maximum and slammed down hard on Feng Xingyu and the other person.

boom!

The ground exploded, rubble flew everywhere, and dust blotted out the sky.

A huge pit, several meters deep, appeared on the open ground in front of the imperial tomb.

The soil at the edge hissed and emitted black smoke, and the vegetation within a radius of several miles was destroyed.

The man in red stood at the edge of the pit, panting heavily, a look of pleasure flashing in his eyes.

Let's see if they don't die this time.

However, when he opened his eyes and looked inside, he only saw a pile of rubble and scorched earth.

"??"

His carefully prepared, all-out attack, which created a massive crater, ended up hitting nothing at all!

The man in red broke down on the spot.

When Song Xianya emerged from the imperial mausoleum, she saw her sinister and terrifying, heretical master, now disheveled and in a pitiful state...

Tears?

God!

She must have gotten out in the wrong way.

To my astonishment, my master was not only beaten into a pulp, but he was also made to cry.

Song Xianya suddenly gripped her robes, then turned around without hesitation and ran.

Knowing her master as she does, if she dares to go now, her master will dare to send her directly to reunite with her senior brother.

This is terrifying!

Song Xianya ran away without looking back.

Meanwhile, at the Qingyue Palace.

Xiao Ling was standing guard at the door of Mo Sangyu's room.

She went to great lengths to coax the Queen and her entourage away.

Turning around, she saw the shadow guard wearing a silver mask suddenly appear before her, carrying the Empress.

His hand was around the empress's waist, and the empress wrapped her arms around his neck, her silver hair falling into his arms like a docile and lazy kitten.

"..."

Xiao Ling swallowed hard, her face filled with shock.

She subconsciously turned her head to look at General Lu and Lord Yu under the corridor.

Neither of them reacted, as if they hadn't seen anything.

Xiao Ling watched helplessly as the shadow guard carried the Empress into her room and casually closed the door behind him.

isn't it?

Have they become so blatant and unashamed?

Unconsciously, Xiao Ling felt a silent worry for Mo Sangyu.

We mustn't let His Majesty the Great Chen find out, or we, the insignificant fish of Qingyue, will be implicated.

in the room.

Mo Sangyu got down from Feng Xingyu's arms.

"Wait me a moment."

She turned and went to the clean room.

Feng Xingyu stood at the door and did not follow them inside.

He heard some strange noises coming from inside and frowned in confusion.

What is Ayu doing?

About half an incense stick's time later, Mo Sangyu came out from inside.

She held a small white card in her hand and handed it to Feng Xingyu.

Feng Xingyu took it and glanced at it.

It is a relatively hard material with two very conspicuous red lines in the middle.

"What is this?" he asked, puzzled.

"Pregnancy test".

Mo Sangyu replied with three words and then turned and walked towards the armchair.

These days, she has maintained a calm attitude, but in fact, she had already expected it and felt that it was almost certain.

I had tested it a few times before, but it never showed a positive result, so I didn't pay much attention to it.

Unexpectedly, early pregnancy symptoms caused her to fall from the tree.

It took Feng Xingyu a while to understand what Mo Sangyu meant by those three words.

He stared at the thing in his hand that showed two red bars, and for a moment, he felt something explode in his mind.

Pregnancy test?

So, does that mean Ah Yu is really... pregnant?

Feng Xingyu couldn't describe his feelings; they were extremely complex.

If it were before, he would have been ecstatic.

But now, it's a mixed bag of joy and sorrow.

In particular, it's obvious that Ayu's fall from the height was because of this child.

Are you happy or unhappy?

Seeing him staring blankly at the pregnancy test in his hand, as if he were dumbfounded, Mo Sangyu felt both amused and annoyed.

Didn't he always want a child?

Now that it's here, why is there this weird reaction?

"Ayu."

Feng Xingyu put away the pregnancy test stick in his hand, then strode over and carefully but forcefully pulled her up from the armchair, then picked her up again.

Before Mo Sangyu could ask him what he was doing, the two of them disappeared on the spot.

They reappeared, already inside the Great Chen Imperial Palace.

He entered through the palace gate to avoid being injured by the electric grid on the defensive barrier.

When Mo Sangyu saw the three characters "Zhaohua Palace", he was immediately speechless.

This man really does whatever comes to mind.

Traveling such a long distance, with someone in tow, wouldn't it be tiring to teleport back?

Feng Xingyu carried Mo Sangyu steadily into the bedchamber. Upon seeing Qingwu, he casually ordered, "Go and fetch Luo Ming."

"oh."

When Qingwu suddenly saw Mo Sangyu, she almost thought she was seeing things.

Hearing His Majesty's words, he dared not ask any more questions and hurriedly ran out of the palace.

Fortunately, they encountered Yuan Zhao on duty on the way, and Qingwu quickly asked Yuan Zhao to make the trip.

Upon hearing that His Majesty had brought the Empress back and was looking for Doctor Luo, and recalling what had happened at the morning court, Yuan Zhao immediately left the palace without hesitation and went to Doctor Luo's residence.

Upon meeting, he grabbed Luo Ming and left without saying a word.

Luo Ming hadn't even finished dressing when Yuan Zhao put him on horseback, and they arrived at the palace in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

"What exactly is going on?"

Luo Ming hadn't felt so urgently needed in a long time.

"I don't know, it was His Majesty who sought you out... oh no, it could also be Your Majesty."

"Has Her Majesty returned?"

As they spoke, the two quickly entered Zhaohua Palace.

"His Majesty."

Inside the bedchamber, Feng Xingyu paced nervously in the room, while Mo Sangyu lay on a soft couch.

Both of them looked rather disheveled, with several tears in their clothes.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing this, Luo Ming was also startled, thinking that Mo Sangyu had been injured.

"What's wrong, Your Highness?"

Before Feng Xingyu could speak, he rushed over in two steps and took Mo Sangyu's pulse.

Luo Ming placed his fingers on Mo Sangyu's wrist pulse and frowned slightly.

He switched hands and did it again.

Then he raised his head, looked at Feng Xingyu, and then at Mo Sangyu.

Let's take another look at Feng Xingyu, and then at Mo Sangyu.

Feng Xingyu's face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot: "What are you looking at? Speak!"

Luo Ming was jolted back to his senses by the shout: "Your Majesty, the Empress... she's pregnant."

Feng Xingyu did not react.

He stood there, as if someone had acupunctured him.

Luo Ming thought he hadn't heard him clearly, so he said it again loudly: "It's a happy pulse, Her Majesty is pregnant!"

Feng Xingyu remained silent.

Mo Sangyu glanced at him, sighed, and reached out to tug at his sleeve: "You're back to your senses."

Feng Xingyu looked down at her; it would be a lie to say he wasn't happy.

However, along with the joy came all sorts of worries and anxieties.

"Luo Ming, she fell today, please take a closer look at her."

"fall?"

Luo Ming's expression changed slightly. He quickly checked the pulse again, examining it carefully for a while before letting out a long breath: "It's alright, Your Majesty, don't be too nervous."

"Are you really okay?"

Feng Xingyu was still worried.

It wasn't entirely because of the fall from a great height, since everything was transferred to him.

The key point is what caused her to fall from such a height.

Will this child, like him and Ayu, begin to absorb a large amount of the mother's vital energy while still in the womb?

If that were the case, Feng Xingyu dared not think any further.

"fine."

Luo Ming, unaware of the other details, patted his chest and assured her, "Don't worry, Her Majesty is in good health and will definitely give birth to our little master safely."

Feng Xingyu nodded, looking at Mo Sangyu without saying a word.

Luo Ming assumed that His Majesty was unusually nervous because he had just become a father, so he didn't think much of it and tactfully stepped outside the door, gently closing it behind him.

Yuan Zhao was waiting under the eaves. When he saw him come out, he quickly went up to him and asked, "What's going on?"

Luo Ming looked at him and said, word by word, "Our Great Chen is about to have a new bloodline descend upon us."

Yuan Zhao paused for a moment, then grinned and slapped Luo Ming on the shoulder, almost knocking him over: "Good! Good! Good!"

Luo Ming rubbed his shoulder, wincing in pain, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

He had to spread the good news quickly.

That would save those old fogies in the court from constantly bringing up the issue of royal offspring and trying to find women for His Majesty.

Good news! The Empress is pregnant!

After Luo Ming left, Mo Sangyu got up and pulled Feng Xingyu to sit down next to her, tilting her head to look at him: "What's wrong with you? You were the one who pestered me to have a child back then, and now that you're pregnant, you're not happy?"

"I'm not unhappy."

Feng Xingyu pulled her into his arms, suppressing all his negative emotions: "Ayu, you have no idea how happy I am right now. I've been looking forward to this child for so long."

"Then don't think about it too much."

Mo Sangyu knew what he was worried about.

"Actually, I'm sure this child will have some impact on me, but it will definitely not be like our mothers', because my constitution is different from theirs."

Before Feng Xingyu could speak, she added, "Besides, I still have you. We're bound by a soul contract. If my body really suffers serious damage, don't worry, the soul contract will transfer 80% of the damage to you."

As she finished speaking, her tone softened: "So, Feng Xingyu, are you ready?"

"Will it really be transferred to me?"

After all that was said, Feng Xingyu only heard this one sentence.

Do you think I would lie to you?

"Won't."

"That's it then," Mo Sangyu said.

Feng Xingyu's heart finally settled down a little; the worry was suppressed, and only happiness remained.

He held Mo Sangyu tightly, reluctant to let go.

"Ayu, you're so kind."

"Then, can you take me back to Qingyue now?"

"..."

Feng Xingyu suddenly looked at her, his expression changing faster than flipping through a book: "You're going back?"

"Otherwise what?"

Mo Sangyu retorted, "You're only going to stop after managing it halfway?"

"I'll take care of it."

Feng Xingyu, abandoning his usual submissiveness, became domineering and forceful: "You should focus on your pregnancy. Leave everything else to me."

Mo Sangyu considered it for a moment.

He still shook his head.

"At most, I promise you I won't act alone anymore. And today's situation was just an accident. You send me back. Right now, there's only one thing left for me to figure out what this curse is all about, and it won't be long before it's resolved."

"I……"

"No objections allowed."

"..."

"Hurry up, take me back first. Lu Jin and Yu Chengwei are still over there. We've already alerted them. I'm worried that the Holy Maiden and the Imperial Preceptor might do something to harm them."

Hearing her say that, Feng Xingyu's expression softened slightly.

There is indeed this possibility.

"Is that man in red the Imperial Advisor?"

"I haven't had time to confirm yet, but it should be him. You beat him up like that, he'll definitely retaliate."