His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

The newcomer was none other than Yan Xu, Chu Canglan's chief bodyguard.

He came from the villa next to the city lord's mansion.

"Yes, it's been a long time."

Yan Xu was not good with words, but upon seeing them again, he couldn't help but show his joy. He then respectfully bowed and asked, "Your Majesty and the Empress have come in person to see the City Lord?"

"Um."

Mo Sangyu asked: "Where is Chu Canglan?"

Today she was wearing a loose dress with a thick white fur cloak over it, covering her figure completely, so that her slightly protruding belly was not visible at all.

The white dumpling nestled in her arms, which also helped keep her warm.

Feng Xingyu, standing beside him, was still dressed in a low-key black robe.

His dark robes accentuated his pale complexion, and even with his attempts to conceal it, he couldn't hide his stunningly handsome appearance and those captivating yet terrifying red eyes.

Yan Xu's smile faded slightly, and he sighed softly.

"Ever since the lady left without saying goodbye, the city lord has been in a bad state. He came back from his trip to Fog City last time, and although he seemed to have cheered up all of a sudden and made many changes in the past six months, and even established a shelter for women and children, there was still a sense of depression in his eyes."

"For the past month, he said he was going into seclusion and locked himself in the basement. He hasn't come out for a long time."

Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu exchanged a glance. Feng Xingyu said coldly, "Just ask him if he wants to go find Yinyue. You only have half an hour. After that, we won't wait."

Upon hearing this, Yan Xu's expression faltered slightly, his eyes widening in disbelief: "You can find Madam?"

"Perhaps." Mo Sangyu nodded. "Time is limited, you should go quickly."

Yan Xu nodded excitedly and ran inside, saying, "Okay, okay, I'll go right now."

A moment later, a series of hurried footsteps approached.

A man dressed in a long blue robe rushed out of the city lord's mansion. His clothes were wrinkled, his beard was slightly stubbled, and he was unkempt.

Seeing Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu standing in front of the mansion gate, Chu Canglan completely lost his former carefree and spirited demeanor. His voice trembled slightly as he nervously asked, "Is it true?"

Feng Xingyu looked him up and down and said with disdain, "You have two quarters of an hour to pack."

Mo Sangyu couldn't help but laugh, "Or are you planning to play the victim with us like this?"

These words seemed to instantly awaken Chu Canglan's senses.

He took a deep breath, his eyes sharpening again: "Wait for me, I'll be right there."

In just fifteen minutes, Chu Canglan was properly dressed.

When he came out again, the composed, handsome, and imposing city lord was back.

He strode up to the two of them, his eyes filled with urgency: "Let's go, let's set off."

As he spoke, he disregarded everything and immediately prepared to leave.

There was not a single explanation.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness, please rest assured. For the past six months, I have been helping the city lord manage affairs."

Yan Xu took the initiative to speak, dispelling Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu's concerns: "With the city lord gone, I will continue to guard Youdu City for him, for His Majesty and the Empress, and wait for the city lord to bring the lady back."

Upon hearing this, Chu Canglan, who had already taken several steps, turned back and patted Yan Xu on the shoulder, earnestly thanking him, "Yan Xu, thank you for your hard work. I'll be back soon."

"Okay." Yan Xu nodded, and said no more.

Upon hearing this, the couple said nothing more.

The three of them arrived at a secluded spot.

Everything is ready, except... the entrance.

Chu Canglan was still a little confused: "Aren't we leaving the city? What are we doing here?"

Mo Sangyu glanced at him indifferently: "Wait."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Xingyu raised his hand, and a dark red mist swirled in his palm.

At the same time, Mo Sangyu closed his eyes and focused his mind on the sensations emanating from the jade pendant.

Following the direction she sensed, and guided by the soul contract, the red mist in Feng Xingyu's palm instantly surged, tearing open a deep and mysterious vortex in front of him.

The vortex spun slowly, emanating a chilling spatial fluctuation.

Chu Canglan's pupils suddenly dilated as he stared intently at the exhilarating scene before him.

Seeing that Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu stepped into the vortex without hesitation, he didn't have time to ask any more questions. He took a deep breath and quickly followed.

A dizzying, weightless sensation washed over me, as if I had passed through some invisible barrier.

In the blink of an eye, the feel underfoot was completely different.

They found themselves on a road halfway up a mountain.

After landing, both men looked around curiously.

Mo Sangyu also looked around. The sky was overcast, and the mountain wind was biting, as if it was about to rain.

The jade pendant indicates the address is correct, but she shouldn't have been to this place before.

Chu Canglan looked down at the wide, flat, and pitch-black mountain road beneath his feet and couldn't help but marvel.

"Roads can be built like this? This was built around a huge mountain, it's even more impressive than your highways!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Xingyu became displeased and gave him a cold glance: "Don't act like you've never seen the world before, you're embarrassing us."

Although, he also thought it was pretty impressive.

But he didn't say.

Chu Canglan's face darkened.

Mo Sangyu didn't have time to deal with these two bickering men.

The location where they appeared should be a villa area on a hillside, but it was stuck halfway up the mountain, with no village or shop in sight.

We're not familiar with the roads here, and if we teleport, we could easily get lost. The main problem is that we're with Chu Canglan, so we can't just abandon him as soon as we get here.

Just as Mo Sangyu was about to concentrate again to sense the exact location of the jade pendant, a deep engine roar came from the foot of the mountain.

A black luxury car with sleek, luxurious lines and an extremely ostentatious license plate was slowly driving up the winding mountain road.

From a distance, three men and women dressed in ancient costumes were seen standing by the roadside, and the car slowed down.

As the car passed by them, the window slowly rolled down.

Sitting in the back seat was a refined-looking man in a bespoke suit.

He turned his head and looked curiously at the three strangely dressed people by the roadside as the car drove past at an extremely slow speed.

The next second, it slowly reversed back down.

The man in the car raised an eyebrow at the three of them: "Want a ride?"

Chu Canglan was about to speak, but then remembered something and shut his mouth.

It's best to speak less, lest you be ridiculed again.

Feng Xingyu remained silent, only staring warily at the large, dark iron shell in front of him.

What kind of vehicle is a ride-sharing service?

A car that can run with the wind?

Didn't Ayu say that the world she used to live in was lacking in spiritual energy and had no otherworldly beings?

The spiritual energy is indeed quite scarce, but this strange creature... this iron shell looks like a monster, it's probably not something legitimate.

Feng Xingyu's gaze swept over the people in the car.

However, Mo Sangyu calmly replied, "I have no money."

The man paused for a moment upon hearing this, then laughed heartily: "Do I look like someone who's short of money? I just thought the three of you were quite elegant and wanted to make friends."

"Make friends?"

Mo Sangyu smiled.

There are plenty of bad people these days.

But coincidentally, her favorite type of person is the bad guy.

"That's good, thank you for your help."

After saying that, she opened the passenger door and got in without any hesitation.

Seeing this, Feng Xingyu lifted his foot to follow, but Mo Sangyu turned to look at him and said, "You two sit in the back."

He glanced at the man in the back seat, and his face darkened.

Chu Canglan obeyed and immediately sat down.

Being obedient will never be shameful.

Seeing this, Feng Xingyu had no choice but to sit down.

The car door closed, and the car sped away.

With a whoosh, both men were startled. How could it be so fast?

Not long after they left, the man smiled and began to look curiously at the three people's simple yet exquisite ancient costumes.

"Which production team are you three from? What movie are you filming recently? Your costumes are quite unique, and the quality looks much better than other period dramas on the market."

Chu Canglan pursed her lips, firmly keeping her mouth shut.

Feng Xingyu narrowed his red eyes slightly, his body filled with a faint sense of vigilance. He didn't understand what new terms like "film crew" and "filming" meant, and only stared intently at the driver in front of him, secretly observing the man's actions.

What kind of superpower is he using?

Mo Sangyu looked calm and composed, leaning back in his chair, his expression as natural as if he had truly been a veteran of the entertainment industry.

She began in a serious tone: "We didn't go with a regular film crew. We're shooting a new type of crossover short drama. The title is a bit long. It's called 'My Tyrannical Husband is Crazy About Chasing His Wife, and I'm Taking the City Lord on a Journey to the Modern World in Search of Moonlight.'"

After he finished speaking, the car fell silent for two seconds.

The refined man was taken aback at first, then his eyes filled with astonishment, clearly he had never heard of such an outrageous and melodramatic title.

"The title of this show... is certainly novel and straightforward."

He suppressed a laugh and pressed on, "So what kind of plot is it? Is it a time-travel story set in ancient China, or a fantasy romance with tragic elements?"

"It can be considered a large-scale production that taps into both ancient and modern times."

Mo Sangyu remained unfazed, fabricating a story with effortless fluency and utmost seriousness.

"I was originally a goddess who had retreated to another world. I accidentally fell into the rift between time and space and ended up in your modern mortal world. The two people next to you are, one is a tyrannical emperor who rules the three realms and is obsessed with protecting his wife, and the other is a city lord who guards his city and is determined to find his wife."

"The main plot is that I escaped the shackles of the ancient world, and the two of them crossed mountains and seas to come to the modern world. While adapting to the new things in your world, they also pursue each other in various ways, creating a chaotic scene. Interspersed in the middle are the entanglements of ancient and modern times, love and hate, and a big surprise of redemption and reversal."

She spoke with such conviction and composure, her tone steady and dignified, that there was not a trace of fabrication in her words.

Chu Canglan, sitting in the back seat, was shocked by what he heard.

What?

A tyrannical emperor? A deeply affectionate city lord?

A chaotic battleground for winning back one's wife?

He subconsciously turned his head to glance at Feng Xingyu, who had a cold face beside him, recalling how he had secluded himself in seclusion, depressed and longing for Yin Yue.

For some inexplicable reason, he felt that most of what was said about him had come true. He stood there stunned for a moment, unable to tell whether Mo Sangyu was acting or exposing his secrets.

Feng Xingyu's expression was even more complicated.

Her red eyes stared intently at Mo Sangyu's profile, listening to the "tyrannical husband chasing after his wife like a madman" persona she had given herself, and a faint blush crept across the tips of her ears.

Although she didn't refute it verbally, she didn't reject it in her heart, and even vaguely felt that the description was quite apt.

The man burst into laughter at the absurd premise.

"These days, short dramas are getting increasingly daring in their subject matter. No wonder the costumes are so unique; it turns out it's a fantasy genre spanning ancient and modern times. Are you filming on location?"

"I guess so."

Mo Sangyu casually agreed, then conveniently shifted the blame: "The subject matter is niche, and there wasn't much promotion. We were afraid of it being a flop if it aired too early, so we kept a low profile throughout the filming, without a large crew following us."

"I see."

The man immediately understood and nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of amusement as he looked at the three of them: "Then it is an honor to have the three main creators here. I have never seen such atmospheric ancient costumes before. The temperament is absolutely amazing."

Chu Canglan and Feng Xingyu: "..."

The two were speechless, something they had never experienced before.

Soon, the car slowly drove into the gate of the magnificent villa area.

The greenery on both sides of the road was neatly trimmed, and in front of the gate, there was a very well-designed fountain sculpture with water jets bubbling out.

"Which building do you three live in? I'll have the driver take you to your door," the man asked very politely.

Mo Sangyu closed her eyes to sense the surroundings for a moment, then opened them: "I'll get off here, thank you."

The jade pendant was nearby, very close.

The man didn't ask any further questions and readily told the driver to pull over: "Okay, then see you next time if fate allows."

The three got off the bus.

The luxury car continued driving in.

The mountain wind carried a chilly, desolate feel, swirling up a few withered yellow leaves.

Mo Sangyu loosened her white fur cloak slightly, hugged Bai Tuanzi, and led Feng Xingyu and Chu Canglan forward.

Feng Xingyu and Chu Canglan followed behind, one on each side. The two grown men walked along, silently observing and scrutinizing their surroundings.

After walking for about ten minutes, Mo Sangyu stopped in front of a detached villa with extremely luxurious decoration.

She sensed that the jade pendant was inside.

However, before they could even knock on the door, a piercing scream suddenly came from inside the villa, followed by a man's tearful pleas for mercy.

"Please stop hitting me, I really have no money... Please give me two more days, I beg you..."

"Can't afford such a nice house?"

As soon as Mo Sangyu turned her head, she saw the black luxury car that had just brought them up parked in front of the villa.

The three exchanged a glance.

"Let's go in and take a look."

The three climbed onto the wall and then saw a group of bodyguards in black standing in the courtyard.

The refined-looking man who had been chatting with them in the car was now surrounded and seated on a wicker chair.

The gentle smile on his face had vanished, replaced by a chilling indifference and ruthlessness.

A man and a woman were kneeling in front of the bodyguards in black.

Mo Sangyu frowned slightly as she looked at the man whose face was bruised and swollen.

"What's wrong?"

Feng Xingyu noticed her expression and asked in a low voice, "Do you know her?"

"It looks familiar."

Mo Sangyu pondered slowly and said, "My jade pendant is here, and this person... it's him."

"Who?"

"My adoptive parents' son."

How did the descendants of the Hidden Alien Clan become so useless, being bullied like this?

"This house isn't mine, Mr. Li. I beg you, please grant me two more days. My family has an ancestral jade pendant that's very valuable. Once I find it and sell it, I'll definitely be able to repay this debt with interest."

Why should I believe you?

"Really, really, that thing belongs to my sister. My sister is amazing; all her things are top-notch. She also owns a house in the best location. I've already listed it with a real estate agent, and I'm sure someone will buy it soon... Mr. Li, please trust me this once..."

"You have the authority to decide what's in your sister's possessions?"

"She's been missing for half a year. All her property belongs to us. I'm her brother, and I can make the decision."

Upon hearing this, both Feng Xingyu and Chu Canglan looked at Mo Sangyu.

Half a year?

She's been gone for three years, and only six months have passed here?

wrong.

That's not the point. The point is...