His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Mo Sangyu suddenly stood up.

What happened?

She sensed that the soul bond was weakening.

Is Feng Xingyu dying?

Otherwise, the soul bond wouldn't have weakened, and it even showed signs of disappearing.

She hurried outside and heard people shouting, "Where's Luo Ming? Where did he go? Find him quickly! His Highness is injured!"

Mo Sangyu grabbed the man's arm and realized it was Yuan Zhao.

Yuan Zhao was covered in blood, and his face was deathly pale.

Where is Feng Xingyu?

Mo Sangyu asked a question, but before Yuan Zhao could answer, he had already sensed his location using the Soul Contract and rushed over.

At this moment, Feng Xingyu is in the military camp.

However, the connection of the soul contract is getting weaker and weaker.

Mo Sangyu ran incredibly fast, as if the wind was blowing beneath her feet.

Hang in there, don't die.

She's only recovered to 10% of her strength. It's not too late for her to die when she recovers to 50%...

She had clearly confirmed with her soul sense the day Feng Xingyu left.

The man's strength was so great that even she couldn't see it clearly, which could only mean that he was extremely terrifying. Moreover, it was said that he had never been injured or defeated in all these years. How could he be injured so badly all of a sudden?

Or is it that the place he went to this time was more dangerous than normal humans could go to?

I should have stopped him from going.

Mo Sangyu was still unclear about the specifics of the situation, so he could only run to the military camp as quickly as possible.

This was her first time visiting this place.

The general guarding the gate became alert as soon as he saw someone approaching.

"Who goes there? How dare you trespass on military grounds?"

"Princess!"

Behind them, Yuan Zhao and Yan Qing carried Luo Ming and rushed over.

Seeing Mo Sangyu blocked at the entrance from afar, Yan Qing shouted, "Don't be rude!"

Upon hearing the words "Princess Consort," the guarding general was so frightened that he immediately dropped his weapon.

The group entered the tent together.

Inside the tent, the atmosphere was tense and oppressive.

Feng Xingyu lay on the simple bed, his eyes closed, his face pale, and his cheeks and lips stained with blood.

What's most startling is his eyes.

Even when the eyes are closed, an eerie blood-red color can be seen under the skin around the eyes, as if the inside of the pupils is burning.

His dark battle robe was almost completely soaked in blood, and his body was covered with wounds of all sizes, with the flesh torn and the bone exposed.

At this moment, wisps of black energy were emanating from the wounds, exuding a chilling and eerie aura.

Gu Jinzhi stood to the side, her face pale, her fists clenched so tightly that she didn't even realize her nails were digging into her palms.

The other generals were also pale, their eyes filled with worry and fear.

In their hearts, Feng Xingyu is a god.

An omnipotent and undefeated war god who led them to guard and protect the frontier for eight years.

But this god has now fallen!

This gave everyone a sense of terror and despair, as if the sky was about to fall.

Your Highness, you must not be harmed!

Otherwise, what will happen to them? What will happen to the border regions?

Just when they were in a panic, they finally saw Yan Qing and the others arrive.

Luo Ming was helped to the bedside by Yan Qing and Yuan Zhao. He only took one look and his legs went weak. If Yan Qing hadn't been supporting him, he would have almost collapsed to the ground.

He forced himself to remain calm as he took Feng Xingyu's pulse, and his expression turned extremely grim as his fingertips touched Feng Xingyu's icy wrist.

He then examined the other wounds and saw black smoke emanating from them: "This...this..."

Luo Ming's voice trembled violently, and cold sweat poured down his forehead: "The external injuries were fatal! My heart was severely damaged! I lost too much blood! And... and this poison... it's incredibly potent, unheard of... I... I..."

He abruptly withdrew his hand, staggered backward, and shook his head in despair.

"Don't even mention me, even if a celestial being were here, I'm afraid...it would be too late to save the situation!"

His voice trembled with emotion as he spoke his last words.

"No...impossible!"

Yan Qing roared, his eyes bloodshot: "Your Highness has never been injured, how could this be..."

He couldn't accept this fact.

Yuan Zhao's face was ashen, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I found His Highness while patrolling thirty miles to the north. He was lying in a patch of snow stained red with blood, and there were no signs of a struggle around him, nor was there anyone else. When I found him, he was already like this... What happened? What happened to His Highness...?"

Gu Jinzhi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down, but his trembling fingertips betrayed the turmoil in his heart.

Inside the tent, there was a deathly silence and despair.

Just then, Mo Sangyu, who had been standing silently in the corner, slowly walked forward.

Everyone's eyes were instinctively drawn to her.

Mo Sangyu's expression was calm, even somewhat indifferent, which was out of place with the grief-stricken atmosphere in the tent.

She walked to the bedside, leaned down slightly, and carefully examined the horrific wounds on Feng Xingyu's body, as well as the black aura that kept emanating from him.

This was definitely not caused by ordinary swords or internal energy.

What exactly did Feng Xingyu go through?

Her gaze was sharp as a knife, as if it could pierce through flesh and see inside.

A moment later, she straightened up.

"really."

Mo Sangyu shook his head, his voice steady to the point of being cold-blooded: "It's hopeless. His heart is about to break, he's bleeding out, and the poison has already invaded his internal organs."

Her words were like a final death knell, striking the hearts of everyone.

Yan Qing suddenly looked up and glared at her fiercely, trying to find a trace of lying or gloating on her face, but he found none.

She was very serious.

"but."

Mo Sangyu changed the subject, her gaze falling on Feng Xingyu's weak, pale, and lifeless face, yet still strikingly handsome, a complex weighing of emotions flashing deep in her eyes.

To save or not to save?

There is only one way to save him.

By leveraging the bonds of the Soul Pact, one can reverse the situation.

He forcibly absorbed half of the fatal wounds and deadly poison from the other man's body and transferred it to himself.

With only one-tenth of her current strength, even if she absorbed half of Feng Xingyu's injuries, she would probably still face a near-death experience.

"But what?"

Upon hearing the name Mo Sangyu, Luo Ming realized that she knew and could use a prescription like "Meridian Cleansing and Marrow Strengthening," implying she was knowledgeable in medicine. He looked at her with hopeful eyes, as if grasping at a lifeline.

"Princess Consort, you can save him, can't you?"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at her.

Mo Sangyu: "...There is a solution."

She blurted it out as if by some strange impulse.

By the time you realize it, it's already too late.

"What method?!" Gu Jinzhi asked urgently.

"..."

That's it.

It's a pity he died, even though he was good-looking.

Mo Sangyu didn't answer Gu Jinzhi immediately, but instead looked at Luo Ming and asked, "Given his current injuries, if they could be lessened—by how much—could you be confident you could save him?"

Luo Ming was taken aback by this question.

It took him a moment to process what Mo Sangyu meant.

"If it could alleviate some of the burden..."

After careful consideration, Luo Ming gave the safest answer: "If I reduce the severity by half, I can definitely save his life!"

Everyone held their breath and watched the two of them intently.

Although I don't quite understand what it means.

Mo Sangyu was silent for a moment, then asked, "In a 50/50 situation, if you have to save two people, either they both live or they both die, are you confident you can do it?"

"what?"

Luo Ming hadn't understood yet, but Gu Jinzhi already grasped Mo Sangyu's meaning.

His eyes held a somewhat complex expression.

"Are you confident?"

Mo Sangyu asked again.

She made that decision so damn hastily.

He actually entrusted his life to someone else.

Luo Ming felt a sudden increase in pressure when he was questioned.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and quickly made a mental calculation.

After a long silence, he spoke firmly: "If the injuries can truly be halved, and the two are in similar situations... I will do everything in my power to save their lives."

In fact, Mo Sangyu knew in her heart that even if she absorbed half of the damage, Feng Xingyu would still be in more serious condition than her.

In this situation, if Luo Ming can save Feng Xingyu, he can certainly save her as well.

At that time, her life would be tied to Feng Xingyu's, so she wouldn't have to worry about Luo Ming not going all out.

"Alright then."

Mo Sangyu took a deep breath, turned around, and said with extreme seriousness, "I know you are worried, so I allow you to stay. However, no matter what I do, and during that time, if His Highness or I have any reaction, you must not interfere in the slightest, otherwise..."

She looked at Gu Jinzhi and Luo Ming: "You should know better than I what the consequences will be."

"Princess Consort, rest assured."

Gu Jinzhi was a perceptive person and immediately understood what Mo Sangyu meant.

"I will keep an eye on them and they will not be allowed to move without the Princess Consort's permission."

"Stand back a bit."

As soon as Mo Sangyu spoke, everyone stepped back.

No one dared to disobey.

People who initially distrust each other are now doing things that require unwavering trust.

At this moment.

The word "trust" is like a sword hanging over the heads of both parties.

Mo Sangyu no longer hesitated.

She took off her shoes and got into bed, and amidst everyone's surprised and uncertain gazes, she raised her wrist.

Feng Xingyu, who had been lying motionless on the bed, sat up abruptly as she raised her hand.

Mo Sangyu used the backs of only two fingers to probe towards the back of his neck.

The ice rune is melting.

This also shows that the soul contract can end at any time.

Seeing that time was running out, Mo Sangyu simply used the most direct method: she bent down, closed her eyes, and pressed her forehead against his, forcibly probing with her soul sense.

While Feng Xingyu was unconscious, Mo Sangyu's soul sense entered his body easily without any hindrance or pressure.

She saw his almost severed heart meridian, his blood stained black by the deadly poison, and the horrific state of his internal organs being corroded by the cold.

If it were anyone else, they would probably have died eight hundred times over in this situation. It's a miracle that he's still clinging to life.

Once Mo Sangyu's mind was settled, she stopped investigating and used the soul contract as a medium to forcibly pull the fatal wounds in Feng Xingyu's body toward herself.

The damaged heart meridian, the state of blood loss, and that domineering and chilling poison were all absorbed into his body.

"Well……"

Suddenly, both of their bodies jolted violently at the same time.

Feng Xingyu's previously weak breathing suddenly became rapid, and his brows furrowed in pain.

Black blood flowed from the corner of his lips, but the black aura emanating from the wound had noticeably faded.

Mo Sangyu's face instantly lost all color, becoming even paler than Feng Xingyu's.

She groaned and swayed, managing to stay upright by bracing herself against the edge of the bed with one hand.

A bone-chilling, intensely corrosive pain, accompanied by a tearing sensation in her chest and dizziness from massive blood loss, exploded within her body simultaneously.

What the hell is causing this damage?!

So perverted!

Mo Sangyu's soul probed into Feng Xingyu's mind, and through the memories in his mind, he could see what Feng Xingyu had experienced these past few days.

What kind of terrifying being could have injured him like this?!