His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Mo Sangyu had a dream.

In her dream, she was chased and hacked by countless people, across thousands of mountains and rivers, where every step was a dead end.

Countless immortals and gods, wielding sharp weapons and with icy gazes, shouted slogans of eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path, chasing her relentlessly until she had nowhere to escape.

She was covered in wounds, her clothes stained with a murderous aura, and was finally forced to the top of a precipice.

And the high and mighty god standing opposite her, dressed in pristine white robes, with blood-red eyes, personally wielding his sword to stab her—that face was...

The sky collapsed and the earth cracked, causing cliffs to crumble.

Both of them fell into the abyss, and excruciating pain that shattered their souls swept over their bodies. The bone-chilling cold instantly swallowed up all her consciousness.

"Ayu? What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

A deep, gentle voice slowly spread in her ear, pulling her out of the boundless darkness.

Mo Sangyu snapped back to reality, panting heavily, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Before him were the familiar bedchamber curtains, and in the air was the refreshing and pleasant scent of Feng Xingyu.

She turned her head and saw Feng Xingyu's magnified handsome face. For a moment, she was struck by how it overlapped with the person who had been chasing her in her dream.

"Ayu?"

Feng Xingyu pulled her into his arms and whispered soothingly, "I'm here, don't be afraid."

Mo Sangyu sat up from his arms, reached out and rubbed her groggy head, trying to recall what happened in her dream, but it was already becoming increasingly blurry.

"Ayu."

Feng Xingyu got down from the ground, poured her a glass of warm water, and brought it to her lips.

Mo Sangyu lowered her head and took two sips, finally easing her dry and tight throat a little.

It’s weird.

She had never had a nightmare in her life.

"What did you dream about?"

Feng Xingyu sat back down on the edge of the bed, gently brushing away the stray hairs on her forehead that were damp with cold sweat. His fingertips were tender, but a hint of worry and complexity was hidden in his eyes.

"It's nothing much, just some random stuff, I can't remember it very well."

Mo Sangyu moved her hand and touched a fluffy lump. She then saw that it was a white dumpling nestled beside her. She scooped it into her arms and gently stroked its back.

Shirai Tuanzi poked her head out again, her big, round eyes looking at her and blinking gently, as if offering silent comfort.

Little one, are you not afraid of her anymore?

Mo Sangyu felt comforted.

The main point is, it was just a nightmare, how could it possibly scare her?

"It's not dawn yet, sleep a little longer," Feng Xingyu said softly.

Mo Sangyu lifted her eyelids and looked at him: "And what about you?"

Feng Xingyu got back into bed, stretched out his long arm, and pulled her back into his arms, blanket and all.

His warm chest pressed against her back, and he whispered in her ear, "I'll stay with you."

His breathing was so calm that Mo Sangyu's previously chaotic thoughts gradually calmed down, and before long, his breathing became long and even again.

Once he was sure she was fast asleep, Feng Xingyu carefully got out of bed.

He tucked her in, then glanced at the little white dumpling nestled beside her pillow. He lowered his voice and solemnly instructed, "Keep an eye on her, don't make any noise to wake her up."

The white dumpling twitched its ears, its round eyes staring at him, and obediently curled up into a ball.

Mo Sangyu slept very soundly and didn't dream again.

When she opened her eyes again, the bedchamber was already brightly lit.

Feng Xingyu returned from the morning court session and was sitting on a soft couch not far away, reading a book.

Mo Sangyu sat up and found that Bai Tuanzi was squatting on the rosewood table by the bed, while Qingwu and Yuhe were standing beside the table, looking at it with curiosity and caution.

The little guy was too timid; he shrank back when they got close, and the two maids didn't dare to actually touch him.

Seeing that Mo Sangyu had woken up, Feng Xingyu put down his book and looked over, instructing Qingwu and the others, "Serve the meal."

The meal had been prepared long ago, and after Mo Sangyu washed up, it was already on the table.

Her meals were all carefully prepared for her by Granny Yu, and were served at fixed times and in fixed quantities every day.

After finishing breakfast, Mo Sangyu didn't get up. She rested her chin on one hand and stared at the white dumplings on the table.

"Ayu, what are you thinking about?" Feng Xingyu looked at her.

Mo Sangyu stretched out her finger and gently poked the white dumpling's fluffy head, casually saying, "I'm wondering what this white dumpling usually eats? It doesn't seem very interested in human food."

Feng Xingyu glanced at the snow-white thing and said in a flat tone, "Eat tree leaves."

"what?"

Mo Sangyu was taken aback and turned to look out the window.

Winter has arrived, the wind is biting, and all the leaves outside have long since fallen. The bare branches sway in the wind. Where can we find leaves for them?

"It's alright, it won't starve even if it doesn't eat."

"..."

The white dumpling let out two weak sobs, expressing its protest in a feeble manner.

They will starve to death.

Mo Sangyu glared at Feng Xingyu: "Go find it for it."

"Where am I supposed to find it?"

"Jiangnan".

"..."

Since Mo Sangyu had spoken, Feng Xingyu shook his head helplessly and could only comply with her.

It's just a matter of two teleportations.

Yun Wangshu's identity was officially announced to the world.

There was no extravagant investiture ceremony, no complicated rituals; Feng Xingyu simply organized an ordinary palace banquet to invite all the civil and military officials of the court.

The purpose was simple: to let Yun Wangshu make a public appearance so that all the officials could recognize the Empress Dowager's face.

At first, many people in the court secretly speculated and had doubts, feeling that it was too strange for an empress dowager to appear out of nowhere, and that it was hard to say whether she was a fake or an imposter.

But when everyone saw Yun Wangshu's appearance with their own eyes, especially her red eyes that were exactly the same as His Majesty's, all doubts and suspicions vanished.

Everyone secretly sighed with emotion.

This Empress Dowager is so well-preserved. Her skin is delicate and gentle, her temperament is elegant and refined, and her figure and appearance are all superb. You can't tell at all that she is over forty years old.

The entire palace banquet was filled with a lively and respectful atmosphere, with everyone bowing in congratulations, except for Rong Huaijin, who stood out from the crowd.

He maintained a cold expression throughout, exuding a chilling aura, and sat quietly in the corner without saying a word.

Despite being the most low-key and inconspicuous person in the entire room, he still managed to draw everyone's attention with his cool and aloof aura.

Everyone knew his identity; he was said to be from the Empress's maternal family.

These people only knew that the Empress was from the Great You region and that all her maternal family members were dead, but they did not know that she had a third uncle.

Only Gu Jinzhi and his group truly knew the inside story.

After the palace banquet, Yun Wangshu was reluctant to part with Mo Sangyu and wanted to stay a few more days.

Rong Huaijin had no choice but to stay there and not leave.

But he always acts awkwardly, like someone owes him eight million and hasn't paid it back.

In the end, Yun Wangshu decided to take him away as soon as possible, so that he wouldn't be an eyesore here.

She really should go back to the Cloud Clan sooner and slowly prepare for the wedding.

Before leaving, Feng Xingyu had a private chat with Yun Wangshu for a while. No one knows what the mother and son talked about, but Yun Wangshu left with a look of relief on her face.

When Mo Sangyu asked him, he wouldn't answer.

However, she could probably guess.

He ended up handing over all his secretly saved savings to marry her.

This man is acting all mysterious.

After Yun Wangshu left, the palace returned to peace and became deserted.

Since the nightmare she had that night, Mo Sangyu had never dreamed of it again, and she didn't take it to heart, eventually forgetting about it.

However, some pregnancy symptoms begin to appear.

Unfortunately, the soul contract did not transfer her pregnancy to Feng Xingyu.

My initial good appetite disappeared; I vomited everything I ate and felt nauseous at the smell of anything.

Her excessive sleepiness also worsened; she could sleep for eight or nine hours out of twelve, and spent the rest of the time feeling dizzy and disoriented.

The spiritual energy in his body wasn't greatly affected or suppressed, but he still lacked energy.

When these symptoms appear, the most anxious person is naturally Feng Xingyu.

Even though Granny Yu, Luo Ming, and Feng Mian, who was still in her postpartum period, repeatedly emphasized that these reactions were normal in the first three months of pregnancy and there was no need to worry too much.

But Feng Xingyu was different; he knew very well that he and Mo Sangyu had once...

And their child will certainly not be an ordinary person either.

His heart, which was hanging in suspense, could never truly settle down.

Luo Ming moved directly into the palace. Some famous doctors from the common people, especially those experienced in childbirth, were all invited to the palace to be cared for. All the imperial physicians were also on standby at any time.

Mo Sangyu felt that this was a lot of trouble, but if it put his mind at ease, he would let him have his way.

Time passed slowly amidst this torment.

half a month later.

Mo Sangyu had lost a lot of weight, and Feng Xingyu would go to various places to find food for her whenever he had time.

He could find anything she wanted to eat and could stomach.

Granny Yu no longer cared about what could be eaten or what couldn't be eaten. In this situation, anything that could be eaten without vomiting was considered good.

During this time, Mo Sangyu was trapped in the palace, unable to eat and drowsy every day, which was quite a hassle for her.

Early that morning, heavy snow began to fall outside the window.

Before long, the entire palace was covered in white, a silver-clad landscape, with a fresh yet chilling air.

When Mo Sangyu woke up in the morning, she was surprised to find herself feeling very energetic. It was the most clear-headed and comfortable day she had had in the past two weeks.

She leaned against the headboard and suddenly had a craving for Rong Jingcheng's mandarin fish.

After finishing the morning court session, Feng Xing heard her say that she wanted to eat this, and without saying a word, immediately set off for the Rong Clan in Cangxuan Realm.

With Feng Xingyu absent, Mo Sangyu felt unusually energetic today and really didn't want to stay cooped up in her bedchamber any longer.

She's been feeling suffocated for the past two weeks.

She took Qingwu and Yuhe with her and quietly left the palace, heading to the jewelry shop they had visited before.

The shop had already finished making the jewelry they ordered and was just waiting for them to bring the pieces that needed to be set.

Mo Sangyu said she didn't need them to set it; she just wanted the finished plain gold jewelry.

The shopkeeper was naturally happy to save her trouble and quickly wrapped the items up and handed them to her.

Mo Sangyu inspected the jewelry and, after confirming that there were no problems with the workmanship, prepared to return to the palace with the jewelry.

She had just gotten into the carriage and hadn't gone far when a sudden twitch appeared between her brows.

A familiar fluctuation came.

An anomaly was detected in the defensive barriers above the palace.

Oh.

Is the second lucky one here?

"Qingwu, you two go back first and put these jewels in my bedroom."

"Your Majesty!"

Qingwu was startled: "Where are you going?"

"I'll be back soon."

Before Mo Sangyu could finish speaking, he had already lifted the carriage curtain and disappeared without a trace.

Qingwu and Yuhe immediately turned pale with fright.

The Empress is pregnant now, what should we do?

"Quickly, go back and inform His Majesty!"

The two men instructed the coachman to spur the horse on.

the other side.

Mo Sangyu stealthily climbed the palace wall and quickly located the direction from which the anomaly was emanating.

She was still very fast. Even though her pregnancy symptoms were severe, they did not affect her spiritual power. At most, they only fluctuated slightly.

Arrive at the side door.

A person was lying in the snow.

Amidst the blanket of white snow, a touch of red peeks out.

Before even seeing her face, Mo Sangyu knew who it was.

This is the second lucky person to be electrocuted after Yun Jin.

She descended from the palace wall and slowly walked over.

Footsteps crunched softly in the thick snow.

The snowflakes fell softly, making the surroundings extremely tranquil.

Mo Sangyu walked slowly to the person in the snow, looked down and saw that the person's eye-catching red clothes were mostly covered by white snow, the body was curled up on the ground, and the hair...

It's still smoking.

"How does it feel to get an electric shock?"

Mo Sangyu gave him a light kick with her toe: "Are you dead or not? If you're not, make a sound."

"You woman."

Ye Shuchen brushed aside his smoking hair, revealing a bluish-black face, and looked at Mo Sangyu with cold, fierce eyes: "Don't you have any sympathy at all?"

"Excuse me."

Mo Sangyu smiled and said, "No, there really isn't."

"..."

Ye Shuchen sat up from the snow, his gaze falling on Mo Sangyu. After scrutinizing her without any attempt to conceal his feelings, he asked, "You... really don't recognize me?"

Should I get to know you?

"No, it shouldn't be."

"Then why are you spouting nonsense?"

Mo Sangyu stared at his head, feeling an urge to forcefully search his memories.

This man must know some earth-shattering secret.

However, the idea only flashed through my mind.

Ye Shuchen is no ordinary person. If she weren't pregnant, she wouldn't have any worries, but now she has to consider the child in her womb in everything she does.

Slowly.

"You've come to me willingly? What, aren't you afraid of dying?"

"Ha, you've ruined my plans, and now I'm not allowed to cause you any trouble?"

Although Ye Shuchen was sinister and wicked, he was also open and honest.

"Although I can't beat that man, it would be easy for me to cause you some trouble."

"But what was the result?" Mo Sangyu mocked him.

Ye Shuchen's already dark complexion turned even darker upon hearing this.

"It was just an accident."

He stood up, brushed the snow off his clothes, and turned to leave.

The next instant, Mo Sangyu stepped in front of him: "Now that you're here, how can you just leave like this?"

"You?"

Ye Shuchen had experienced Feng Xingyu's power, but he didn't know what Mo Sangyu's current strength was.

However, considering that she fell from the tree before the fight even started that day, her strength must have been far inferior to what it used to be.

Ye Shuchen didn't take her seriously. On the contrary, he had been exposed and needed to leave before that man showed up, or he might not be able to leave at all.

If you want revenge, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

Moreover, the fact that these two are together will inevitably attract divine calamity sooner or later.

Even if he does nothing and just waits, he can still wait for the day when he gets his comeuppance.

"Get out of my way, I don't want to hurt you."