His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"Um."

Mo Sangyu nodded, then pushed him aside from the doorway and entered the study: "I've heard most of it, but there are still some things I don't understand."

She walked up to Gu Jinzhi, leaned slightly forward to look at him, and asked, "Mr. Gu, could you tell me what exactly the mission His Highness is to undertake is?"

"..."

Gu Jinzhi, who was always calm and composed, couldn't help but feel a little nervous at this moment.

He felt an intense pressure from Mo Sangyu that he had only ever felt from His Highness.

"Your Highness, this matter is confidential..."

Gu Jinzhi carefully considered his words, trying to come up with a way to get by that was both polite and acceptable.

"Understood."

Mo Sangyu was just asking casually; she didn't really want to know that much.

She interrupted Gu Jinzhi, her smile fading slightly, and her tone returning to its usual indifference: "Since it's confidential, then I won't ask."

Then, he turned his gaze to Feng Xingyu and looked him up and down a few times.

Feng Xingyu didn't know what Mo Sangyu wanted to do, so he just stood there quietly, letting her look him over.

He appeared calm, but his eyes held a deep depth.

After examining her closely, Mo Sangyu frowned slightly.

The people in this world cultivate true qi, so their strength is likely no match for her divine sense.

But she couldn't tell what rank Feng Xingyu was in martial arts cultivation.

The internal energy within him seemed somewhat chaotic.

Regardless, if he were to encounter danger and die, she would be in trouble too.

Mo Sangyu stretched out her hand, palm facing upwards.

A faint blue light flowed from her fingertips, swirling above her palm as if it were alive.

In just a few breaths, the light condensed and transformed into a pale blue talisman, as thin as a cicada's wing and about half the size of a palm.

This talisman is neither paper nor silk, nor jade, but has mysterious and complex patterns flowing across it, with a faint spiritual light emanating from it.

"No matter what the mission is, we have no choice but to go."

Mo Sangyu picked up a talisman formed from spiritual power with two fingers and handed it to Feng Xingyu, his tone as indifferent as if he were handing over an insignificant trinket: "Then, take this with you."

Feng Xingyu lowered his eyes, looking at the talisman that was so close to him, radiating mysterious power, but did not reach out to take it.

"What is this?"

"Amulet for peace and safety".

Mo Sangyu explained, "I am formed from my spiritual power. When you encounter fatal danger, I can help you block it, or slow down your death and give you more time to escape."

Her spiritual power is currently limited, so the power of the talismans she conjures will be greatly reduced.

However, they always play a crucial role at critical moments.

"Amulet for safety?"

Gu Jinzhi's eyelids twitched at the sight.

Although his martial arts skills were average, his eyesight was excellent.

This thing is clearly not an ordinary item.

We must accept it!

Worried that His Highness might do something foolish, Gu Jinzhi quickly stepped forward and accepted the greeting on his behalf: "Thank you, Your Highness!"

"You're welcome."

Once the items were delivered, Mo Sangyu didn't linger any longer.

After she walked away, Yuan Zhao, who had remained silent and dared not utter a sound, looked at the talisman, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

Giving His Highness a talisman for protection... is that witch really that kind-hearted?

However, since Mr. Gu took the initiative to accept it, there shouldn't be any problems.

"Your Highness, when shall we depart?"

"There's no time to lose, let's set off immediately."

Feng Xingyu planned to leave immediately. Before leaving, he instructed Gu Jinzhi and Yuan Zhao to guard the border and keep a close eye on the mansion, and not to allow anyone to provoke Mo Sangyu.

"besides."

As he reached the door, he added, "Make sure she's safe; she can't get hurt in any way."

Gu Jinzhi: "Your Highness, rest assured, I know the seriousness of the matter."

If Your Highness is facing a crisis and is implicated because of Mo Sangyu's injury, your life may truly be in danger.

……

When Mo Sangyu returned after visiting Feng Mian, Feng Xingyu's presence was no longer felt in the main courtyard.

I wonder how many days he'll be gone this time?

I hope I won't have to get up in the middle of the night to look for him these days.

Feng Mian had a fever all night last night, and Mo Sangyu told her to rest for two more days. She thought she would have to find food for herself for the next two days, but unexpectedly, Qingwu would bring her food at mealtimes.

He also helped her clean the room and make the bed.

"Your Highness, during the days that Sister Fengmian has been ill, if there is anything you need, please give the order to me or Yuhe."

Qingwu was sent by Granny Yu. Everyone was hostile to Mo Sangyu before, but since Mo Sangyu had Fengmian give Granny Yu one hundred taels of silver, and later gave Yan Qing one hundred taels, they were somewhat indebted to her, so they still had to put on a show.

This will also prevent people from having anything to say about it.

Qingwu was quick and efficient, didn't talk much, and only did her job.

Mo Sangyu didn't refuse; it was good to have someone to serve her.

At night, with Feng Xingyu not around, she dared not sleep too soundly. This gave her the perfect opportunity to force herself to be more diligent, meditating and regulating her breathing to quickly familiarize herself with the spiritual energy that had just flowed into her body.

The crack in the seal was still too small, and the spiritual energy was flowing very slowly. In one night, less than one percent of it had flowed out.

Moreover, the crack that she had painstakingly opened up over several days and nights was already beginning to repair itself!

This is truly... self-inflicted!

Left with no other choice, Mo Sangyu had to continue his arduous task of breaking the seal.

Fortunately, she destroyed it in time, preventing the seal from being repaired.

After a few more days of hard work, she finally made some progress.

His strength has recovered to about one-tenth of what it was in his previous life.

Nine days after Feng Xingyu left, Mo Sangyu finally stepped out of her room to enjoy the fresh air outside.

Having not been out for several days, the mansion seems to have become quite busy.

Granny Yu was directing several female servants to inventory the storeroom, figuring out how to use the last bit of money to buy New Year's goods.

Although the household was strapped for cash, they still had to make it feel like the New Year.

The money saved on ordinary days can be used to cook a more sumptuous meal for the soldiers who cannot go home for the New Year.

As Mo Sangyu passed by, she overheard Granny Yu sighing softly to an old servant, "Meat prices have gone up again. This little bit of silver probably won't buy much..."

Feng Mian jogged over and, seeing Mo Sangyu stop, came over to talk to her.

"Miss, Granny Yu is actually a very nice person, she just has a sharp tongue."

Mo Sangyu glanced at her, then listened to her continue.

"As far as I know, the matron is very careful with every penny in the mansion, saving as much as possible. The money saved is used to subsidize the army, especially the wounded soldiers and those from poor families... She herself hasn't bought new clothes for several years."

"Have you gotten quite familiar with them lately?"

Mo Sangyu was somewhat surprised after hearing this.

It seems that she is not as good as Feng Mian in managing interpersonal relationships.

"Miss."

Feng Mian looked at Mo Sangyu cautiously: "You're not angry, are you?"

Why would I be angry?

Mo Sangyu poked her forehead, his face expressionless, and said indifferently, "Feeling bored staying in the manor? Go out for a stroll."

Feng Mian's eyes lit up: "Miss, please take me with you. I promise I won't cause any trouble."

"Um."

Mo Sangyu did not refuse this time.

After leaving the mansion, she led Feng Mian straight to the wealthy district.

Mo Sangyu's goal this time wasn't to make money, but to spend it.

They went to the large shops that sold grains, oils, meats, cloth, and general merchandise.

"Miss, what are we doing here?"

When Feng Mian saw the dazzling array of things and ingredients, his eyes nearly popped out of his head in astonishment.

She had always stayed in the prince's residence, and thought that all places on the border were like the prince's residence...

dilapidated and poor.

I never imagined there would be such a place on the border.

Mo Sangyu pointed to the rows of vendors in front of her and said to Feng Mian, "I've brought you here to shop, shop, shop! You're not allowed to go home until we've spent all 20,000 taels of silver!"

Feng Mian: "...Huh?"

Mo Sangyu's way of buying things is simple and straightforward.

If you see something you like, just point to it, pay, and leave.

Feng Mian followed behind, leaving the address of the prince's residence so that the shopkeeper could deliver the goods directly to the residence.

Granny Yu was worried about how much money she could make for a few pounds of meat.

The gatekeeper scrambled in to report that several caravans had arrived outside, intending to transport goods to the mansion.

She thought she had misheard, but then she saw it...

The truck was loaded with whole hampers of pork, whole sheep, and live chickens and ducks!

Rice, flour, cooking oil, dried goods, cloth, and even sweets and snacks that you would never normally dare to dream of!

They were transported into the prince's residence in a grand procession, one cart after another.

Soon, these things filled the yard to the brim.

Meanwhile, goods are still being transported in from outside.

"Who...who sent this?"

The people in the mansion were both surprised and delighted.

One by one, they were stunned and dizzy from this huge windfall.

The delivery boy replied, "It was bought by two young ladies who paid in cash and asked it to be delivered to the prince's residence."

Two young ladies? Granny Yu's heart skipped a beat.

This style is somewhat similar to Mo Sangyu's!

Only someone from the capital like her would dare to be so arrogant and disregard money.

Looking at the courtyard full of goods, enough for the mansion and the army to have a prosperous New Year, Granny Yu felt a mix of emotions.

I felt both heartache at the thought of how much money I had spent, and a bittersweet feeling welled up inside me.

"What a spendthrift..."

She couldn't help but mutter to herself, but a smile still crept onto her face: "Who buys things like this? It's such a waste of money..."

Seeing the pile of goods forming a mountain, she quickly gave orders: "Don't just stand there! Move the meat to the ice cellar, put the rice and flour in the warehouse, and carry the cloth to the embroidery room. Get your hands dirty!"

The entire prince's residence seemed to be injected with vitality in an instant, everyone's face was smiling, busy but joyful.

The atmosphere of the approaching year-end suddenly became intense.

When Mo Sangyu and Feng Mian returned, it was already late.

The 20,000 taels of silver notes were all spent.

I'm broke again.

Mo Sangyuhua was happy and didn't care at all.

Feng Mian felt a little sorry for him.

But more often than not, it's foot pain.

As soon as the two returned to the mansion, Granny Yu brought Qingwu and Yuhe over and laid out an exceptionally lavish dinner on the table.

There were two more main dishes than usual, and even the rice bowls were new.

Granny Yu stood by the table, looking at Mo Sangyu, her lips moving slightly.

He seemed to want to say something, but didn't know how to start.

"Princess Princess..."

After a long pause, she said in a dry voice, "On behalf of everyone in the manor and the soldiers in the army, I thank you for your generosity today. These New Year's goods are enough for everyone to... have a good New Year."

This is absolutely true.

However, Granny Yu always had a knot in her heart.

She could never forget the smiling faces of Ah Lin and Ah Hu, those two honest young men who used to run around this mansion and call her "Grandma." Now they were just a handful of dust.

And the person standing before them was the one who killed them.

Her gratitude was genuine, but she couldn't truly get close to this princess.

Mo Sangyu was picking up her chopsticks when she heard this and paused.

She raised her eyes, her gaze calmly sweeping across Granny Yu's face.

"You're welcome."

Her voice was flat and indifferent: "I buy things because I want to, and spending money makes me happy. It has nothing to do with you or the soldiers."

She picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks, speaking casually as if she were remarking on the nice weather: "Just like before, you should remain the same in the future. There's no need for anything to change because of what happened today."

These words were blunt and cold, instantly extinguishing any budding thoughts that Yu Mama had had of trying to ease tensions.

Clearly draw a line.

She did these things not to win people's hearts or to make amends, but simply because she wanted to.

Granny Yu was taken aback. Seeing Mo Sangyu eating calmly as if nothing had happened, the complicated emotions in her heart strangely subsided a lot.

fair enough.

Straightforward and to the point, without delays or debts.

She silently curtsied, said nothing more, and quietly withdrew with Qingwu and Yuhe, gently closing the door behind her.

Inside the room, Mo Sangyu continued eating, his expression unreadable.

Feng Mian let out a soft sigh.

Just as she was about to say something, a series of chaotic noises suddenly came from outside.

"Quick! Go find Dr. Luo!"