His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

The next day, once she was clear-headed, she was shocked by her own actions and immediately ran away!

The man, who usually appeared cold, aloof, and indifferent, was thoroughly enraged after she slept with him and then ran away.

Before that, although he opposed her at every turn and showed no mercy when they clashed, at least she still had a chance to catch her breath.

After that night, she didn't even have a chance to catch her breath.

No matter where she hides or where she goes, he can find her easily.

We used to be able to have a good fight, but later... I don't know how, we always ended up fighting in bed without really knowing why.

She wanted to get away, to escape, but then, to her dismay, she realized the terrible trouble she had gotten herself into.

That's absolutely insane.

When Feng Xingyu returned from outside, he was still carrying the chill of the night rain.

As soon as he landed on the edge of the bed, his heart jumped slightly when his gaze fell on Mo Sangyu's furrowed brows and the fine beads of cold sweat on his forehead.

Has Ayu entered a dream again?

What did she see?

Feng Xingyu's finger hovered in mid-air, hesitant to bring it down.

If he could, he really didn't want Ayu to remember those memories...

He absolutely cannot let anyone or anything affect his current relationship with Ayu.

Feng Xingyu turned his sharp gaze to Bai Tuanzi beside him, a cold glint in his eyes.

I really want to throw this stupid beast out!

Bai Tuanzi was dozing off with her eyes half-closed when she suddenly felt a sharp, piercing gaze fixed on her.

It shivered, opened its eyes and met Feng Xingyu's dark red eyes. It immediately sensed danger and disappeared in a flash.

Feng Xingyu calmed his breathing, reached out, and gently wiped the cold sweat from Mo Sangyu's forehead.

The next moment, Mo Sangyu opened her eyes.

Eyes facing each other.

Mo Sangyu's eyes were still somewhat unfocused, her gaze fixed on Feng Xingyu's magnified, stunningly beautiful face, the image of that aloof and arrogant man from her dream residing in her mind.

When the faces in her dream and reality overlapped, she was momentarily confused. She raised her hand and shoved him, blurting out, "What will it take for you to let me go?"

The force wasn't great, but it made Feng Xingyu feel a tightness in his chest.

He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes obscuring the dark emotions churning within them, his entire face so somber it seemed to drip water.

Mo Sangyu's push actually woke her up.

Looking at Feng Xingyu, who had clearly "turned evil" in front of her, and then at the familiar bedroom around her, she instantly realized what she had done.

It’s over.

They've mistaken their current partner for their ex.

Although it's the same person.

Mo Sangyu reacted quickly, her expression changing immediately upon sensing the danger.

She seized the opportunity to grab Feng Xingyu's collar, leaned in close, cupped his cold and imposing face in her hands, and kissed him on the corner of his lips, then kissed him again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

She spoke rapidly, her eyes innocent and sincere: "I was still half asleep and couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality. What I just said... wasn't directed at you."

"..."

Feng Xingyu pursed his lips and remained silent.

Actually, it all boils down to him.

What terrible things did he do in that life that made Ah Yu so resistant and angry?

"Ayu."

Feng Xingyu hugged her tightly, his voice full of grievance: "Next time, look carefully before you speak. Don't mistake me for someone else again, and don't push me away!"

"it is good."

Mo Sangyu nestled softly against his chest, and in her mind, the images she had dreamed of before seemed to be connecting.

She knew it was only a matter of time before she could fully remember.

The images she is seeing right now are just fragments, and she cannot yet be sure what exactly is going on between her and Feng Xingyu.

But the man in my dream was indeed quite terrifying.

Neither of them slept well that night.

When dawn broke, the rain stopped and the sky cleared.

Mo Sangyu got up early to prepare to go to the hospital to register her medical records today.

The largest maternity hospital in the capital is always bustling with activity.

Even early in the morning, the registration hall was already packed with people.

Mo Sangyu chose this public hospital precisely because of its "popularity".

If the cataclysmic lightning were to truly descend, it would surely avoid such densely populated areas, especially those teeming with newborn infants.

Here, at least her absolute safety can be guaranteed during her hospital stay for childbirth.

Moreover, she had other ways to deal with it.

"There are so many people."

Feng Xingyu held Mo Sangyu in his arms, shielding him from the surrounding crowd, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

"normal."

Mo Sangyu remained calm, took out her phone and waved it: "Don't worry, I booked the appointment online a couple of days ago."

The two followed the signs to the obstetrics clinic area.

The process of creating the files was complicated and tight, but fortunately, Mo Sangyu was well prepared.

First came the blood test, followed by a urinalysis, an electrocardiogram, and other specialized tests for early pregnancy.

Feng Xingyu acted like a bodyguard the whole time, staying close to her side.

As he drew blood, he stared at the thin needle piercing her fair skin, a hint of heartache flashing in his eyes. But soon, he felt a sharp pain in his own arm as well.

This empathy made Feng Xingyu feel exceptionally at ease.

After completing all the tests, the two took the reports and went into the consultation room.

The doctor adjusted his glasses, looked at the data on the ultrasound report, and smiled with satisfaction.

Congratulations! Your baby is now 16 weeks old and developing very well. All indicators are healthy.

As she wrote in the medical record book, she gently instructed, "Based on the current cycle, the due date is likely to be around May 17th or 18th next year."

"During the second trimester, pay attention to a balanced diet, maintain a happy mood, and remember to come for prenatal checkups on time. If you feel unwell, come to the hospital immediately."

Feng Xingyu stood by the bed, his expression focused, silently memorizing every word the doctor said.

After a long day of running around, the two returned home late at night.

In the days that followed, under Feng Xingyu's meticulous care, they lived a peaceful and warm life.

In addition to taking care of Mo Sangyu's daily life, Feng Xingyu began to frantically study knowledge about pregnant women.

Her phone browsing history shows she's learned more comprehensive information than a modern person, ranging from "what pregnant women can't eat" to "how to prevent stretch marks" and proper prenatal education.

They've even started paying attention to postpartum care centers.

Not only that, he somehow figured out some way to make money online, and in a short period of time, his assets multiplied several times over.

Money comes quickly and is spent just as quickly.

Feng Xingyu bought many top-quality skincare products and essential oils for Mo Sangyu, and without fail, he was responsible for applying them to her body every day.

"Ayu, lift your leg."

In the bedroom, Feng Xingyu knelt on the carpet, his palms warm and coated with expensive essential oil, gently and delicately massaging her fair calves.

Mo Sangyu leaned back on the sofa, looking at him with a hint of helplessness: "Actually, I don't need these things. Anyway, with the soul contract, I won't have any marks left on my body, nor will I become ugly."

Feng Xingyu didn't stop what he was doing. Hearing this, he looked up at her, his eyes full of determination: "That's different."

For him, this was actually a kind of enjoyment.

Being able to take care of her personally and leave his own scent on her body, this feeling of control and pampering made him extremely happy.

As time went by, Mo Sangyu's belly grew bigger day by day, and her lower abdomen gradually developed a noticeable curve.

The sun was shining brightly that afternoon.

As usual, Feng Xingyu had her half-reclined on the sofa, lifted her clothes, and prepared to apply anti-stretch mark oil to her.

His palm had just touched that round, taut belly when he suddenly stopped.

The little one inside my belly seemed to move slightly beneath my palm.

It felt like a light kick from a tiny toe.

Feng Xingyu's pupils contracted slightly, and then a surge of wild joy welled up in his eyes.

He suddenly looked up at Mo Sangyu, his voice trembling with excitement: "Ayu, it moved! The baby kicked me!"

"That's fetal movement."

Mo Sangyu was also very excited, after all, this was the first time she had ever truly felt the existence of a little life.

Feng Xingyu said he knew, and then carefully pressed his hand against her belly, held his breath, listened carefully to the strong fetal heartbeat, and felt the occasional movement coming from under his palm.

At their next prenatal checkup, they had a color Doppler ultrasound.

On the screen, the blurry little figure has become clearly outlined, and you can see its waving hands and feet.

Feng Xingyu stared at the screen for a long time, his eyes full of curiosity, and couldn't help but ask the doctor if he could tell the baby's gender.

Mo Sangyu smiled and shook her head: "Opening blind boxes is more interesting."

She turned to the man beside her and casually asked, "So, do you prefer a boy or a girl?"

Feng Xingyu withdrew his gaze, tightened his grip on her hand, and said earnestly, "I like both boys and girls, but I'll definitely only have one child in this lifetime, so... I still prefer a daughter."

Mo Sangyu raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised: "Then what about the throne?"

Feng Xingyu remained calm, as if he were talking about a trivial matter: "If my daughter is willing, the throne can be passed to her; if she is not willing, then let Jinzhi train another one."

Mo Sangyu sighed, silently feeling sorry for Gu Jinzhi for a second.

After completing their prenatal checkup, the two went to the police station and obtained Feng Xingyu's ID card.

Chu Canglan's card had already been taken by him.

He came back once, but he didn't come looking for them.

However, I did send them a few messages, saying that I was going to a more distant place to look for Silver Moon, and I also returned the 100,000 yuan to them.

It can only be said that a truly capable person will remain capable no matter where they go.

When she was six months pregnant, Mo Sangyu's belly was already quite large, but her skin remained smooth and without any marks.

However, some minor health problems began to appear on her body.

One morning, as she stood up after getting up, everything suddenly went black before her eyes, and she swayed. If Feng Xingyu hadn't caught her in time, she would have almost fallen to the ground.

"Ayu?"

Feng Xingyu's eyes narrowed, and he put one arm around her waist and the other on her forehead.

Mo Sangyu closed her eyes and took a few breaths before the dizziness slowly subsided.

She opened her eyes, met Feng Xingyu's serious gaze, and smiled: "It's nothing, I was probably just a bit too strong."

Feng Xingyu didn't speak, but his brows were tightly furrowed.

He had just clearly sensed that Ayu's spiritual power had been drained away by something in that instant.

This isn't right.

A few days later, Mo Sangyu was sitting on the sofa reading a book when she suddenly felt her whole body go limp. The feeling came unexpectedly, as if all her strength had been drained away.

The book in her hand fell to the ground with a thud, and she swayed to the side.

When Feng Xingyu rushed out of the kitchen, he saw her leaning against the armrest, her face deathly pale.

"Feeling dizzy again?"

"It's not dizziness."

Mo Sangyu weakly raised her hand: "It's just... I suddenly lost all my strength, and my spiritual power is gone too."

Feng Xingyu picked her up and placed her on his lap, his palm against her back, slowly channeling his energy into her.

This time he explored more thoroughly, his supernatural power traveling along her meridians before finally stopping at her lower abdomen.

Then, he fell silent.

Mo Sangyu noticed the subtle change in his expression and turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"

Feng Xingyu stared at her stomach with a complicated expression, and it took him a long time to speak: "The child... is absorbing your spiritual power."

"What?"

"It's not the kind of predatory absorption."

Feng Xingyu carefully chose his words, his palm still resting on her belly: "It's more like an instinctive... cultivation. In other words, this child started circulating spiritual energy on its own while still in the womb."

Mo Sangyu froze, looking down at her bulging belly.

The little one inside seemed to sense something and kicked its leg happily.

"……so."

Mo Sangyu's voice was somewhat unsteady: "I'm dizzy, weak, and my spiritual energy is fluctuating wildly. Is it all because this little thing is secretly absorbing my spiritual energy?"

Feng Xingyu nodded, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

I feel sorry for them, but I also feel helpless.

"All prenatal checkups were normal."

Mo Sangyu was silent for a moment, then said with a hint of satisfaction, "This little one is developing better than anyone else."

How could she not develop well? She takes her spiritual energy as a supplement every day.

Feng Xingyu hugged her tighter, resting his chin on her shoulder: "I'll find a way. We can't let him suck so recklessly; your body won't be able to take it."

"Don't rush."

Mo Sangyu was more composed than him: "He can absorb it as much as he wants, and I recover quickly. Besides, with the soul contract, you also have energy to supply me. All things considered... there's no problem."

Feng Xingyu's brows remained furrowed: "That's only temporary. The bigger he gets, the more spiritual energy he'll need."

Mo Sangyu thought for a moment, then reached out and covered his hand that was pressed against her stomach, her red lips curving slightly: "Then give me more nourishment, whether it's food or spiritual nourishment, whatever you want."

Feng Xingyu looked down at her, his dark red eyes reflecting her smiling face. After a long while, he finally responded softly, "Okay."

……

Since then, Feng Xingyu's feeding plan has been fully upgraded.

The already refined diet became even more meticulous, with each meal prepared according to the standards of spiritual food.

He even made a special trip to Cangxuan Realm, but without alerting anyone, and searched for several places in the deep mountains where spiritual energy was abundant, and brought back various ingredients containing spiritual energy.

Mo Sangyu's appetite also became more discerning.

Today I crave sour food, tomorrow I crave spicy food, and the day after tomorrow I suddenly don't want to eat anything at all, and the smell of oil makes me nauseous.

Feng Xing Yu Bian prepares different dishes every day, changing the menu faster than flipping through a book.

One night, Mo Sangyu suddenly said he wanted to eat roasted chestnuts from the old-established shop in the east of Wudu City on the Kyushu Continent.

Without saying a word, Feng Xingyu put on his coat and went out.

When he rushed back, covered in dust, holding steaming chestnuts in his hands, Mo Sangyu was already asleep.

He sat quietly by the bed for two hours, waiting for her to wake up.

When Mo Sangyu woke up and saw the bag of roasted chestnuts that had been carefully preserved and the faint blue under Feng Xingyu's eyes, a feeling of inexplicable bitterness welled up in her heart.

This child is not only tormenting her, but Feng Xingyu is also being tormented.

A scene suddenly flashed through her mind.

A product of a hybrid of gods and demons, damn it!

Thunder rumbled down, striking the infant in its swaddling clothes repeatedly.

The next instant, two figures appeared in front of the baby...