His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

In her dream, she was shamelessly seducing a strange man.

The dream was fragmented and hazy, with no clear cause or effect, only scattered images stuck in my mind.

She seemed to be filled with overwhelming resentment and hatred, covered in thorns, stubbornly defying the entire world, causing chaos everywhere, and no one could stop her.

In her dream, a group of people surrounded and tried to kill her.

But in the end, none of those people could do anything to her; she continued to do as she pleased, wreaking havoc on the world.

Until that man appeared.

He was aloof and indifferent, unapproachable.

But he always appears when she's at her most frantic, silently cutting off all her escape routes, forcefully trapping her, and dismantling all her attacks time and time again.

Those people were ruthless towards her, but he was different.

He never actually killed her; he just clung to her relentlessly, his cold and indifferent voice saying that it was for her own good and that he couldn't let her continue down the wrong path.

Absurd, and hypocritical.

In her dream, she was obsessive and violent, believing him to be one of those people, hypocritical and despicable, which made her even more repulsive.

Every time they met, he ruined her plans, and every time they clashed, she suffered a crushing defeat.

He was so powerful it was despair-inducing; she couldn't defeat him no matter how hard she tried.

What's even more terrifying is that she can't escape or shake him off; she's relentlessly entangled and imprisoned by him day after day, step by step.

Frustration, resentment, and hatred filled my heart, layer upon layer.

Forced into a corner, and with fighting, fleeing, and resisting all proving futile, she decided to try a different approach.

In her anger and frustration, she hatched a wicked plan.

I find him disgusting, I find him annoying, and I want to shatter his perpetually aloof and arrogant facade.

So she suppressed all her anger, abandoned all her weapons, and used shameless and seductive methods to deliberately provoke and tease him.

Her intention was merely a prank-like revenge, a way to disrupt his control and vent her anger; she never imagined anything would actually happen between them.

But the final scene of the dream was nothing but a completely out-of-control, ambiguous chaos.

Her deliberately malicious and absurd actions actually succeeded with ease?

That man, with a heart of stone, cold-blooded and abstinent, who controlled everything… was slept with by her?!

She slept with a strange man in her dream!!!

Mo Sangyu was startled awake by her own actions.

When she woke up, her heart was pounding, her cheeks were burning, and her whole body felt weak. Moreover, the first thing she did when she opened her eyes was to meet Feng Xingyu's probing red eyes.

"Ayu, what did you dream about this time?"

"No...it's nothing."

Mo Sangyu felt a pang of guilt.

Damn it, why would I have such a dream?

That's absolutely outrageous.

In the past, her dreams would gradually become blurry after waking up, but this time, she remembered everything clearly except for the man's face.

Especially those blush-inducing scenes, all the senses and emotions felt so real, it didn't feel like a dream.

Under Feng Xingyu's intense gaze, Mo Sangyu panicked for a moment, but quickly regained her composure.

It's just a dream, why are you panicking?

She closed her eyes again, pretending to fall asleep again.

In the darkness, she could feel Feng Xingyu's gaze still on her.

What did he figure out?

That's so embarrassing.

"Ayu."

Feng Xingyu lay beside her, his warm breath gently resting on her shoulder: "Your body is so hot."

"..."

Mo Sangyu tensed up immediately.

Damn it.

"Feng Xiaoqi..."

Mo Sangyu's mind has been a bit muddled lately, but she's also realized something's wrong.

She couldn't have had these dreams for no reason.

"I'm here. Ayu."

In the darkness, Feng Xingyu looked at her with a complex expression, his tone still gentle and doting: "Don't be afraid, tell me what you dreamed about, and we'll solve it together."

"if……"

Mo Sangyu sat up in bed, glanced at his eyes, and tentatively said, "I mean, what if, in one of my lives, I had another man..."

Before she could finish speaking, Feng Xingyu suddenly pounced on her and kissed her lips, silencing her completely.

He didn't want to hear it.

"I won't ask anymore."

Feng Xingyu kissed her until she was breathless before slowly releasing her. He said in a hoarse voice, "It was just a dream, Ayu. Don't worry about it. You are mine now, and no one can take you away."

Mo Sangyu sensed his unease, reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, buried her head in his chest, and said in a muffled voice, "If I ever owed someone a debt of love, and that person came looking for me, would you take care of me?"

"I can."

Feng Xingyu's voice was calm and composed: "Kill him."

"..."

The couple couldn't fall asleep again in the middle of the night.

Although Feng Xingyu didn't have any strange dreams, his mind would often be filled with all sorts of random memories.

He suddenly remembered that he had a dream during the time when Ayu had her accident.

In his dream, a silver-haired woman asked him if he regretted it and whether he had gotten the result he wanted.

Who is that woman?

That dream was from before Ayu's rebirth.

He couldn't remember it when he woke up, but suddenly he remembered it now.

Ayu has silver hair, and the woman in my dream also has silver hair. Could they be the same person?

After daybreak, Feng Xingyu got up to attend the morning court.

He had just stepped out of the room when Mo Sangyu suddenly opened his eyes.

She grabbed the sleeping white dumpling beside her and glared at it sharply: "Tell me, are these dreams I've been having lately related to you?"

The white dumpling was half asleep when it heard this, and its two droopy ears suddenly stood up.

This clearly shows that she understood what Mo Sangyu said.

Knew it.

Mo Sangyu narrowed her eyes dangerously: "Those dreams, were they controlled by you?"

Bai Tuanzi quickly sobbed twice, her eyes widening in grievance, indicating that she was wronged.

Mo Sangyu also felt that Bai Tuanzi had no ill intentions and would not control her to have those dreams.

But those dreams must be related to it.

Remembering Ye Shuchen's words, she quickly got up, dressed, and went to find him.

At that time, Ye Shuchen had been locked in a small dark room for almost a month.

Mo Sangyu pushed open the heavy iron door, and a damp, rotten smell rushed out.

The room was dimly lit, and the cramped space contained only a tattered straw mat.

Confined in this tiny space, Ye Shuchen was only given leftovers each day, and the powerful restrictions were suppressing him, pushing him to the brink of collapse.

Hearing the door open, he flinched, but when he saw that it was Mo Sangyu, his gloomy eyes lit up instantly.

He scrambled over quickly, clinging tightly to Mo Sangyu's leg, wailing and sobbing, "Boss, you're finally here! Whether you want to fight or kill me, please just give me a quick death, stop torturing me, I'm afraid of the dark..."

Mo Sangyu frowned in disgust, kicked him away without hesitation, and sneered condescendingly, "You've been staying under the imperial tomb for a hundred years, weren't you quite happy?"

"How can that be the same?!"

Ye Shuchen collapsed to the ground, clutching his hair in despair: "That was cultivation, this is prison!"

Mo Sangyu was too lazy to waste words with him and went straight to the point, her eyes suddenly turning cold: "Do you know me? Tell me everything you know, or I'll force you to search your soul."

Ye Shuchen's expression changed slightly.

The more powerful a person is, the more severe the damage caused by soul searching. He had already suffered a backlash, and if he were to be searched again, his soul would probably be scattered.

After weighing the pros and cons, he closed his gloomy eyes and said in a trembling voice, "I do know you, but we're not close."

"Don't even think about lying."

"What nonsense are you spouting? I'm just a lowly demon, and you're all big shots... I thought you'd fallen on hard times, like tigers stranded in the plains, vulnerable to being hunted by dogs..."

At this point, he realized something, quickly spat, and changed his tune, saying, "Anyway, I was blind and shouldn't have provoked you. Please let me go!"

"What did you say?"

Mo Sangyu looked him up and down, somewhat surprised, and asked, "Are you a demon?"

Previously, I hadn't paid any attention to his soul.

"Yes, I am a demon. I was already implicated by you once before, and my demon core was damaged. I unexpectedly came to this lowly continent to recuperate, and then I ran into you again. Tell me, am I unlucky or what?"

"you?"

"It's you, and that man, the one surnamed Feng."

"Are you sure the people you know are me and Feng Xingyu?"

"Absolutely certain, certain, and certain."

Ye Shuchen rolled her eyes at her: "I would recognize you even if you were reduced to ashes."

Mo Sangyu's breathing tightened slightly. Just as she was about to ask more questions, Feng Xingyu strode in from outside.

Upon seeing Feng Xingyu, a hint of fear appeared on Ye Shuchen's face.

Compared to Mo Sangyu, he was clearly more afraid of this man.

"continue."

As soon as Feng Xingyu walked in, a palace servant immediately brought in a chair.

After he sat down, he pulled Mo Sangyu into his arms and held her in his embrace. Then, he looked at Ye Shuchen with a calm expression and said indifferently, "Tell me everything you know."

He gently stroked Mo Sangyu's hand with his long, slender fingers, his tone casual yet carrying an undeniable air of authority, "Say what you've said, and if you stop harming people, I might consider letting you go."

Upon hearing this, Ye Shuchen's expression immediately turned serious: "Is this really true?"

Feng Xingyu lifted his eyelids, his gaze icy: "Since you know me, you should know whether I keep my word or not."

Ye Shuchen nodded, took a deep breath, and then said, "I met you on the Canglan Continent, a world where the three realms coexist. To be precise, I only know you from one perspective."

He glanced at Mo Sangyu, then quickly looked at Feng Xingyu, and continued, "She might still know me, but you... you wouldn't even recognize a little demon like me."

"All I know is that back then, she was a figure who gave the entire Heavenly Realm a headache. As for the Demon Realm and the Monster Realm, they all regarded her as a faith, including me."

Mo Sangyu raised an eyebrow: "Faith?"

"Of course."

Recalling the past, Ye Shuchen looked at Mo Sangyu with even more admiration: "You have no idea how amazing you were back then. You were practically a devil king. Of course, you were a devil king to begin with."

"However, I heard that your identity is quite special. Unfortunately, I was not of high status at that time, and most of the information I knew was hearsay, so I don't know if it was accurate."

"In short, you are a great demon who brings disaster to the world."

A great demon who wreaks havoc on humanity?

Mo Sangyu pointed to herself: "Are you sure you're talking about me?"

Instead of Feng Xingyu?

Ye Shuchen nodded solemnly.

Mo Sangyu recalled her dream from last night; the man she had was indeed very aggressive.

Well... it shouldn't cause harm to the world, right?

Could it be that Feng Xingyu is the righteous one and she is the villain?

"Where is he?"

Seeing that Ye Shuchen had not mentioned Feng Xingyu for a long time, Mo Sangyu pressed him for an answer.

"What does he do?"

"He comes from the heavens."

Ye Shuchen pondered for a moment, then changed his words: "To be precise, he doesn't belong to the Heavenly Realm either, because he has transcended the Three Realms."

"Those hypocrites in the Heavenly Realm couldn't do anything to you, so they asked him for help. After that... you became mortal enemies, fighting every time you met, and every fight was earth-shattering."

"I was just curious and wanted to watch the battle up close, but I was accidentally caught in the aftershocks of your fight and suffered serious injuries. My demon core was damaged, and I ended up here by accident..."

He said in one breath, "That's all I know. I really don't know the specific reasons. I really don't know why you came here or why you're together."

Are you sure you haven't missed anything?

Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu exchanged a silent glance.

The couple appeared calm on the surface, showing little reaction, but in reality, their hearts were in turmoil.

Because all indications suggest that everything Ye Shuchen said is probably true.

The memories that Feng Xingyu inexplicably gained, the dreams that Mo Sangyu had, and what Ye Shuchen said all seemed to subtly match up.

"Oh right."

Ye Shuchen thought about it again and actually remembered something.

"Your union may attract a calamity from heaven."

The moment the words left his mouth, the cramped and dark cell fell into a deathly silence.

Will her being with Feng Xingyu bring about a heavenly calamity?

Mo Sangyu subconsciously looked up at the man beside her.

A layer of frost covered Feng Xingyu's brows and eyes, and his bewitching red eyes were now unfathomable, churning with deep, unfathomable waves.

His arms around her waist tightened suddenly, the force carrying a subtle tension and obsession, his fingertips gripping her fabric tightly.

Ye Shuchen felt his scalp tingle and his back instantly soaked with cold sweat from the sudden burst of pressure.

"I also heard it by chance from an ancient scroll. Everyone on the Canglan Continent knows that when the Demon God was born, he wreaked havoc on the Three Realms, and when the Venerable God descended to suppress all things. You were destined enemies by the Heavenly Dao, one righteous and one rebellious, one living and one dying."

"In the rules of Heaven, you are a god and she is a demon. You are born to be incompatible and destined to be forever apart. If you force yourselves to be together, you will surely be punished by Heaven."

"Although you have been reunited through reincarnation and may be able to evade the laws of Heaven, you should not..."

Ye Shuchen's gaze swept over Mo Sangyu's still flat abdomen, and he said softly, "She shouldn't have conceived a bloodline. This goes against the will of Heaven. Once Heaven discovers it, no one can stop the ninefold cataclysmic tribulation that will descend."

"Shut up!"

Feng Xingyu suddenly flew into a rage: "What bullshit Heavenly Dao? Ayu and I are perfectly fine, how could we attract a heavenly tribulation? Stop spreading alarmist rumors. If there really is a Heavenly Dao, then let it come and see if I can destroy it!"

"..."

Ye Shuchen immediately dared not utter another word.

Anyway, he said everything he should and shouldn't have said.

As for whether he can escape this calamity, that's not something he can worry about.

"Ayu."

Seeing that Mo Sangyu remained silent for a long time, Feng Xingyu lowered his eyes to look at her, his tone somewhat urgent: "Don't listen to his nonsense. Even if what he said is true, it happened countless lifetimes ago. What does it have to do with us now?"

He held her hand, his dark red eyes gradually deepening: "No matter what, don't worry. Even if it costs me my life, I will protect you and the child."

"I'm not worried."

Mo Sangyu was actually thinking...