His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Sugar-coated shells.

Feng Xingyu immediately lost his temper.

"This will not be repeated."

After saying that, he returned her kiss fiercely.

With important business to attend to, Mo Sangyu patted his arm, signaling him to put her down, seeing that he was no longer angry.

"I'm just pregnant, not terminally ill, don't be so nervous."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Feng Xingyu gave her a disapproving look and then spat twice.

Mo Sangyu couldn't help but want to laugh.

How did this become superstitious?

"Should you go, or should I go?"

What do you think?

Feng Xingyu raised his hand and gently rubbed the top of her head: "How can I let you do such dirty and tiring work?"

Before he finished speaking, he swept his long arm around Mo Sangyu and swept her into the imperial mausoleum.

There were only a few guards here, who had long since been knocked unconscious by them.

Deep within the underground palace, that eerie light still flickered.

Feng Xingyu gathered a powerful force in his palm and struck down with it.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, the evil magic array that had absorbed the fortune of the Qingyue royal family for a century instantly crumbled and shattered.

Simple, direct, and effective.

After doing all this, the two of them flashed back to the Qingyue Imperial Palace.

As soon as they stepped into the Qingyue King's bedchamber, they heard the palace physician's excited, voice cracking: "It's stable! The King's pulse has completely stabilized! This is simply a miracle!"

Xiao Ling and Xiao Yan, who were guarding the door, were in a hurry to go in, but when they saw Mo Sangyu and the masked "shadow guard" appear, they paused and immediately walked towards them.

Mo Sangyu subtly gave the two a wink, then turned and went to the side hall next door.

After sitting down, Xiao Yan first had the palace servants serve the best camellias in the palace, and also set out a table of exquisite specialty tea snacks.

After the others had left, Mo Sangyu picked up her teacup, took a sip, and slowly spoke, revealing a truth that shocked the brother and sister.

It turns out that the Grand Preceptor, who was revered as a god by everyone in Qingyue Kingdom, was the culprit behind all of this.

He wasn't supporting the nation's destiny at all; he was absorbing the dragon energy of the Qingyue royal family and devouring the lifespan of each generation of emperors.

No wonder he has lived for so many years without dying, no wonder he has been in seclusion for many years, and when he occasionally appears in public, he is always wearing a mask to cover himself up completely.

The common people thought it was mysterious and profound, but little did they know that beneath that veil of mystery lurked a monstrous demon that devoured people without spitting out their bones.

"This is outrageous!"

Xiao Yan slammed his hand hard on the table in anger, making the teacup jump.

Xiao Ling was so angry that her eyes turned red and her whole body trembled.

"That Holy Maiden you're talking about wasn't any better; we've already taken care of her."

Mo Sangyu put down his teacup and said in a calm tone, "It's a pity that the Imperial Advisor got away."

As she said this, she glanced sideways at Feng Xingyu sitting next to her.

He was made a shadow guard, but now he won't even act anymore. How can he sit down with his master like that?

In fact, she knew that Feng Xingyu didn't chase after the Imperial Advisor because he cared about her and didn't want to leave her alone; otherwise, how could he have escaped?

"Although his evil magic will be broken, his power will be greatly reduced, but this person is treacherous and cunning, and is still very dangerous."

Mo Sangyu withdrew his gaze and said solemnly, "You must be extra careful. If he comes back in a desperate situation, remember that survival is the most important thing. Of course, we will continue to hunt him down and will not let him get away with it."

Help someone to the very end, and see them through to the end.

Xiao Yan took a deep breath, suppressing his resentment and worry towards the Imperial Advisor, and asked urgently, "Then... if that evil spell has been broken, does that mean the curse that has plagued our royal family is gone? What about Your Majesty's life...?"

"His life can be saved."

Mo Sangyu's words immediately reassured them.

"However, his health is severely depleted, and he needs to rest and recuperate properly in the future. He can no longer work so hard on state affairs as before."

Being able to save one's life is already an immense blessing.

Xiao Ling and Xiao Yan were overjoyed and immediately stood up, about to kneel down and perform a grand ceremony in front of Mo Sangyu.

"Your Majesty's great kindness and virtue will never be forgotten by the Qingyue royal family."

The two solemnly swore that from this day forward, Qingyue Kingdom would sign a century-long peace treaty with Dachen, paying tribute every year in exchange for Dachen's protection.

If that damned Imperial Advisor dares to come back and cause trouble again, I hope that Emperor Chen can lend a hand.

Seeing that Feng Xingyu showed no interest in the matter and did not object, Mo Sangyu readily agreed.

After all, this wasn't a difficult task for Da Chen.

Qingyue is a special place that produces many rare items that are not found in the outside world, so why not take advantage of it?

After finishing the important business, news came from next door that King Qingyue had woken up.

Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu simply went in stealthily and took the Heart of the Secret Realm. As for the rest, Xiao Ling and Xiao Yan, the brother and sister, would inform him.

Before leaving, Mo Sangyu set up defensive barriers around their palace so that if the Imperial Advisor secretly returned, she would know immediately.

Nowadays, a small defensive barrier doesn't consume much spiritual power for her, so Feng Xingyu refrained from saying anything more.

When Xiao Ling learned of this, she immediately told Xiao Yan and the Prince of Qingyue. They had only heard of defensive restrictions in Youdu City before, and later they heard that they had also appeared in Da Chen. Finally, they learned that it was actually made by the Empress of Da Chen.

But they never expected that one day, their Qingyue Kingdom would also possess such a profound and mysterious defensive wall.

King Qingyue felt a mix of emotions, as if a bottle of mixed flavors had been overturned.

It felt like being hit by a huge pie that suddenly fell from the sky.

How did my luck suddenly turn around?

Listening to his younger siblings recount the whole story in tears, he felt a chill run down his spine. If it weren't for Empress Da Chen's intervention, the tragic fate of the Qingyue royal family would have continued indefinitely.

"The Emperor's grace is a blessing to Qingyue."

King Qingyue sighed deeply, his gaze falling on Xiao Ling and Xiao Yan kneeling before the bed, his eyes filled with relief and emotion at surviving the ordeal.

"And you, for me, for this Qingyue Kingdom, have traveled far and wide, even risking your lives... I..."

"Your Majesty is too kind."

Xiao Yan interrupted him with red eyes: "We are all of royal blood. As long as Your Majesty is safe and sound and the Qingyue state is stable, it is worth it for your subject and A-Ling to do anything."

King Qingyue nodded slightly, then his expression suddenly became solemn as if he remembered something.

"By the way, has Lord Shen's body been delivered?"

Although Shen Hanzhou was also the Grand Preceptor's disciple, he had never aided and abetted evil, otherwise he would not have lost his life.

"Lord Shen is loyal and courageous, and has rendered meritorious service in protecting the country. It is our royal family that owes him a debt of gratitude."

"It has been delivered. Your Majesty, please rest assured. Your humble brother will make proper arrangements for his funeral, choosing an auspicious burial site for him, and requesting Your Majesty to bestow a posthumous title upon him and provide generous compensation to his family."

"Alright, I'll leave these matters to you."

……

The following day, the Qingyue Imperial City was draped in white mourning clothes, and Shen Hanzhou's funeral was held with the utmost solemnity and honor.

Feng Xingyu accompanied Mo Sangyu to make a low-key appearance and offered incense before the spirit tablet as a final tribute to this loyal and righteous man.

After the ceremony, the couple went to find Xiao Ling to say goodbye.

Upon hearing that they were leaving, Xiao Ling became anxious and grabbed Mo Sangyu's sleeve, refusing to let go: "Your Majesty, you've only been here for two or three days, and haven't even had a good night's sleep. Why are you leaving already? Please stay a few more days so I can properly show you hospitality."

Mo Sangyu's red lips curved slightly, her tone gentle yet brooking no argument: "No need, Princess Xiao Ling, take care."

Xiao Ling wanted to persuade him to stay, but when she met Mo Sangyu's gaze, she knew she couldn't, so she simply stopped talking.

But she really liked this empress.

She may seem cold, but she's actually very warm-hearted, and you'll feel a strange sense of security around her.

Seeing that Xiao Ling's gaze towards Mo Sangyu was strange, Feng Xingyu, who had been silent until now, quietly stepped forward, blocked her view, said "Farewell," and pulled Mo Sangyu away.

"Your Majesty..."

Xiao Ling waved to them from behind, her eyes full of reluctance: "Take care."

Feng Xingyu led Mo Sangyu to a secluded spot, then picked her up and instantly returned to Da Chen.

I'm finally back home.

As soon as the two arrived at the gate of Zhaohua Palace, they saw Granny Yu leading Qingwu and Yuhe, pacing anxiously back and forth at the palace gate.

The three of them looked worried, their brows furrowed deeply.

As she walked, Granny Yu muttered to herself in a panicked tone, "The Empress is not here, and His Majesty is not here either. What should we do? I don't know if Luo Ming can handle it. I hope nothing bad will happen to Feng Mian."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Qingwu looked up and suddenly saw Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu. She quickly grabbed Yu Mama's sleeve and reminded her, "Mama, you're back! His Majesty and the Empress are back!"

Upon hearing this, Granny Yu looked up abruptly. Seeing them, she hurried forward, her voice urgent and flustered: "Your Highness, you're finally back!"

"Fengmian started labor last night, but she hasn't given birth all night. Luo Ming and the imperial physicians have gone to her. This old servant is waiting for His Majesty and Her Majesty in the palace, but I don't know what the situation is now!"

Mo Sangyu's heart tightened slightly, and the relaxation that had just returned to her face vanished instantly.

Feng Xingyu knew how much Mo Sangyu valued Feng Mian. Before he could even catch his breath, he took her and disappeared on the spot, appearing at the entrance of the General's Mansion's delivery room the next moment.

Just as they arrived, a clear baby's cry suddenly broke the deathly silence of the courtyard.

Yan Qing had been tense all night, and when he heard the child crying, he felt completely exhausted. His legs went weak and he almost collapsed, but Yuan Zhao, who was next to him, caught him in time and helped him stand up.

"She gave birth! She finally gave birth!"

Yan Qing's eyes were red and he murmured to himself, "If I don't have another child soon, I feel like I'm about to faint... In this life, I will never let Feng Mian have another child."

As he spoke, he lifted his foot to push the door open and go in, but Gu Jinzhi grabbed him and said, "Don't rush, wait for Luo Ming to come out before you go in."

Mo Sangyu breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that the baby had been born safely.

Only then did everyone finally see them and turn around.

Feng Xingyu raised his hand to indicate that there was no need for formalities, and everyone continued to wait in silence.

After waiting for almost another fifteen minutes, the door was finally opened from the inside.

The midwife emerged carrying the swaddled baby, her face beaming with joy as she said to Yan Qing, "Congratulations, General Yan! It's a little prince! Mother and child are safe and sound!"

"You little brat."

Yuan Zhao patted him on the shoulder, saying with envy and jealousy, "You're so lucky, the first one to become a father, congratulations!"

"Congratulations."

Congratulations!

Immediately, everyone began to congratulate him.

Feng Xingyu subconsciously turned his head to look at Mo Sangyu's belly, and his expression softened involuntarily.

Not long after, Luo Ming also came out.

He was covered in sweat and his body was stained with blood.

Upon seeing this, Yan Qing's heart, which had just settled down, immediately jumped into his throat again.

"Why is there so much blood?"

He didn't even bother to glance at the child before stepping inside.

Luo Ming was about to explain when Yan Qing pushed him aside and rushed into the delivery room.

The room was still filled with a strong smell of blood, and several midwives were busy cleaning up the filth beneath Feng Mian.

They were all startled to see a large man barge in. One of them quickly stood up to stop him, saying, "General Yan, this...this is the delivery room, men can't come in!"

Yan Qing seemed not to hear them at all, not even glancing at them, his eyes fixed on the figure on the bed.

Feng Mian was fast asleep, his long black hair soaked in cold sweat and plastered messily to his cheeks and neck.

His face was deathly pale, as if he had just been pulled out of the water, exuding a chilling weakness.

The bed was a mess, covered in blood.

There was no disdain in Yan Qing's eyes, only deep heartache.

This usually tough man, who never sheds a tear, felt his eyes well up with tears as he looked at Feng Mian in this state. He couldn't hold back and large tears streamed down his face.

He reached out his trembling hand and carefully grasped Feng Mian's cold hand, his voice choked with sobs: "I'm sorry... Feng Mian, I'm so sorry..."

"If I had known childbirth would be so painful and dangerous, I would have preferred not to have this child rather than let you suffer like this, and I certainly wouldn't want you to take this risk..."

Feng Mian was already exhausted, and his consciousness was hazy. He vaguely heard someone crying and muttering incoherently beside him.

She struggled to lift her eyelids, and after recognizing Yan Qing, she tugged at the corners of her mouth and said with a laugh, "What nonsense are you talking about... Hurry up and go see your son, I'm too tired, don't disturb my sleep."

After saying that, she fell into a deep sleep again.

In the end, Yan Qing was kicked out by the wet nurses.

Seeing him come out still looking worried, Luo Ming washed his hands before coming over to pat him on the shoulder and comfort him, saying, "Don't worry, Feng Mian is fine. He just bled a little, but he'll recover quickly with proper nutrition."

Last time, Luo Ming failed to save Ya Zi, which made him doubt his medical skills and was a huge blow to him. This time, he saved Feng Mian and suddenly regained some confidence.

Upon seeing Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu, his weariness vanished, and he said with a mixture of pride and humility, "Your Majesty, thanks to the medical skills you provided, which I have studied day and night, I was fortunate enough to save Feng Mian this time."

"What happened?"

When Mo Sangyu heard him use the word "rescue," she knew that things were not so simple.

"Last night, Fengmian fell and gave birth. It was only during the delivery that they discovered the baby was breech and she was having a difficult labor. Neither you nor His Majesty were in the palace at the time, so the midwife was helpless. The imperial physicians in the palace were not skilled in this situation either, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and go.

"Why did you fall down out of nowhere?"

"It seems that the water outside the room froze because of the sudden drop in temperature. I don't know which servant was careless and didn't clean it up in time. In any case, it was a close call."

Hearing Luo Ming's words, Mo Sangyu nodded and did not ask any further questions.

Now that Feng Mian was alright, she and Feng Xingyu returned to the palace first.

After returning home, she took out the Heart of the Secret Realm, placed it on the table, and slowly began to ponder something.

When Feng Xingyu went out for a while and returned, he had a desk brought to his bedchamber and sent all the official documents there.

"His Majesty."

He had just sat down when Eunuch Lian Chen rushed in from outside, his small steps revealing a terrible message: "Something terrible has happened! News has come from outside the palace..."

Lian Chen, the eunuch, had run too fast and was out of breath, unable to finish his sentence for a long time: "Say..."