His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Feng Xingyu glanced at it, his brow twitching slightly: "It seems it will take some effort."

Mo Sangyu nodded, his gaze sweeping over the bustling tourists beside him, then looking at Zhao Zhao in his arms, and pondered for a moment: "It's getting late, let's find a place to stay first, and go into the mountains early tomorrow morning."

Feng Xingyu had no objection. With a child in tow, he could no longer act as recklessly as before.

He carried the baby in one arm and held her hand with the other, walking forward along the bluestone path.

The ancient town is more lively at night than during the day.

Several awning boats floated on the river, lanterns hanging from their bows. The boatwomen's soft Wu dialect drifted by, accompanied by the sound of oars and the flickering lanterns.

Shops on both sides of the strait were brightly lit, with vendors selling sugar paintings, silk, and osmanthus cakes, their shouts rising and falling.

Tourists thronged the bridge, including young women dressed in Hanfu (traditional Han clothing) taking photos with round fans.

There were also photographers carrying long lenses and tripods, looking for the perfect angle to view the waterfall.

Bai Tuanzi nestled in Mo Sangyu's arms, both curious and timid, peeking out every now and then to look around, her round eyes sparkling in the light of the lanterns illuminating the street.

Feng Xingyu's strikingly handsome face drew frequent glances from passersby, and several young girls even stopped and covered their mouths, letting out soft screams.

Of course, Mo Sangyu also attracted a lot of attention.

These two incredibly good-looking people, holding a child and a pet, what an amazing combination!

Someone was taking pictures of them. Feng Xingyu glanced at them indifferently, and the person trembled, immediately putting down the camera and daring not to take any more pictures.

Mo Sangyu didn't care; he let them take pictures.

Later, a girl took the initiative to send them the photos.

Mo Sangyu leaned on Feng Xingyu's shoulder, flipping through the pages one by one.

The filming is really good.

It's not the kind of meticulously staged photo, but rather a natural and vivid snapshot of a particular moment.

The first picture shows their backs as they walk along the riverbank.

The two walked side by side, Feng Xingyu holding the swaddled Zhao Zhao in one arm and holding her hand with the other.

He was turning his head to talk to her, his profile sharp yet gentle, while she looked up at him with a faint smile on her lips.

The glow of lanterns on the river cast long, faint shadows of them, with the lights of countless homes behind them and a long road stretching out before them.

The tranquility and tenderness of that moment were captured perfectly by the camera.

The second picture is a close-up of Feng Xingyu's profile.

He looked down at Zhao Zhao in his arms, his eyelashes casting a faint shadow under his eyes, his thin lips slightly pursed, his expression focused and gentle.

The night breeze ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead, revealing his sharp and eerie features.

Unfortunately, he covered his red eyes, and what was captured in the photo were his deep black pupils.

The third photo is of her.

She stood at the bridgehead, holding a white dumpling. Her long, silvery-white hair shone with a cool light in the night, like flowing moonlight or frost covering branches.

She wore a moon-white ancient costume dress, the hem of which was gently lifted by the evening breeze. The sash cinched her waist, revealing a slender figure. The skirt was embroidered with silver begonias in a dark pattern, which were faintly visible in the glow of the lanterns.

She seemed to be looking at the distant mountains and fields with a thoughtful and aloof air about her, like a white camellia blooming under the moonlight.

It was quiet and still.

A thin layer of frost separates it from the bustling human world behind it.

The moment the photo was taken, a gust of wind blew by, causing the silver hair and the hem of the skirt to flutter together, creating a scene as beautiful as a traditional Chinese painting of a lady.

The fourth picture is a side view of a family of three.

Feng Xingyu carried Zhao Zhao and walked half a step ahead, while Mo Sangyu carried Bai Tuanzi and followed beside him.

Zhao Zhao's little face was half-exposed in the swaddling clothes; she was sleeping soundly, her little mouth slightly pouting.

Bai Tuanzi nestled in Mo Sangyu's arms, her round eyes darting around curiously.

Four people, no, a whole family, all together.

Mo Sangyu liked it very much after seeing it and saved it in her phone's photo album, which can also be considered their family photo.

Feng Xingyu secretly saved the photo and then set it as her phone wallpaper.

I wanted to thank the girl, but she left in a hurry after sending them the photos.

The couple continued along the riverbank and found a hotel at the entrance of a relatively quiet alley.

The three-story wooden building has a plaque above the entrance that reads "Qiyun Hotel".

The stone steps at the entrance have been worn smooth and rounded by time, and two lanterns sway gently in the night breeze.

Mo Sangyu pushed open the door and entered. The young receptionist looked up and said, "Welcome to Qiyun Hotel."

After she finished speaking, she finally saw who had come in, and a hint of amazement flashed in her eyes without any attempt to hide it.

Their town is quaint and charming, and guests often come here to stay in hotels dressed in all sorts of Hanfu (traditional Han clothing), but it's rare to see a guest with such high looks.

The man was holding a child in his arms, but they both looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old.

So young and already married and has children?

However, they are really a perfect match.

It's so cute.

As the receptionist stared at them in a daze, the glass door behind them was pushed open from the outside, and a cool breeze carrying the sweet aroma of osmanthus cake wafted in.

"Sister Xiaoyu, I'm back! I took so many beautiful photos today. Can you help me see where I can post them?"

A young woman with her hair in a bun walked in briskly, carrying a stack of photo frames in her arms, her face beaming with joy.

She was wearing a light yellow cotton-linen shirt, with a mirrorless camera hanging around her neck, radiating a vibrant and energetic aura.

Mo Sangyu looked over upon hearing the sound and recognized her at a glance.

Isn't this the girl who just came up to them and gave them photos?

The little girl recognized them too, her eyes lit up immediately, and her voice rose a few decibels: "It's you!"

Mo Sangyu nodded and smiled faintly, "What a coincidence, we're here to check in. Are there any rooms available?"

"Yes, yes, yes, the third floor is on the east side, the window faces the mountain, the view is the best."

After saying that, the girl waved a stack of photos in her hand at them: "Excuse me, please wait a moment while Xiaoyu and I paste the photos on, and then we'll check you in right away."

"It's okay, no rush."

Upon hearing this, Mo Sangyu noticed that the wall behind the reception desk was completely covered with photos.

It wasn't the kind of decorative painting that's neatly hung in a frame, but rather a wall of photos stacked together.

They come in various sizes and styles; some are slightly yellowed, while others are still brand new.

Every single one is a portrait, with the background entirely composed of the mountains, rivers, and pavilions of Qiyun Town.

"This is a specialty of our store."

The receptionist, Xiaoyu, saw Mo Sangyu looking at the wall and explained with a smile, "Su Xi takes really good photos. She develops all the photos of guests who have stayed at our hotel and puts them on the wall. Many guests even come back specifically to find their photos when they return."

"By the way, do you mind the photos I just took?"

Su Xi was about to post the photos of Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu when she saw the people in the photos standing there and remembered to ask a question.

Mo Sangyu shook her head and said, "I don't mind." Her gaze casually swept over the photo wall before suddenly stopping.

Her gaze lingered on one of the photos.

It was also a candid shot, with the stone arch bridge of the ancient town in the background, and two people standing on the bridge, a man and a woman.

The man was tall and slender, wearing a thin black jacket over a dark gray crew neck shirt. He had sharp, handsome features, clear brows, and a calm and reserved demeanor.

A woman was standing next to him.

She wore a moon-white cotton and linen long dress, with a light blue cardigan over it, and her long hair was draped over her shoulders, with a few strands blowing in the wind.

She turned her head to the side, looking at the river below the bridge, her expression cold and aloof.

Mo Sangyu gently nudged Feng Xingyu beside her with her elbow, gesturing for him to look at the wall.

It was Chu Canglan and Yin Yue.

Chu Canglan actually found Yin Yue; they had actually been here before?

Mo Sangyu glanced to the side a few more times.

There are also a few photos of them walking on a cobblestone street or drinking tea by the window in a teahouse. Each photo is a street shot, showing the two of them maintaining a comfortable distance.

Judging from the photos, there was no intimate interaction between the two.

Chu Canglan's gaze fell on Yin Yue, but Yin Yue's gaze never looked at him.

Judging from this, it seems that Yin Yue hasn't gotten over the hurdle in her heart and won't forgive him easily.

"The people in these two photos."

Mo Sangyu pointed, then turned to look at Su Xi: "Do you remember when they arrived?"

Su Xi leaned closer for a look and immediately recognized them: "They're the ones, I remember them."

She naturally remembers people who are good-looking, especially those she has photographed.

"About a week ago, they also stayed at this hotel for one night, booked two rooms, and left early the next morning."

"Do you know where they went?"

"I'm not too sure about that, but that gentleman asked me about the mountain behind it, but it's undeveloped and there aren't any proper routes, so I don't know if they went there."

"Okay, I understand, thank you."

After asking the question, Mo Sangyu's gaze fell on the photos again.

Feng Xingyu's gaze swept over the various photos, and suddenly, his brows furrowed, as if he had also discovered something.

"Ayu, look at the one in the bottom right corner."

Mo Sangyu followed his gaze and saw that in the lower right corner of the photo wall, near the ground, there were several slightly old photos with slightly upturned edges, indicating that they had been there for some time.

Her gaze fell on one of the photos, and her expression suddenly changed.

The photo also shows a man and a woman.

The man was tall and wore a dark blue stand-up collar jacket. He had distinct facial features and a calm yet sharp aura between his brows.

Even a candid shot of his profile reveals that this person is no ordinary individual.

The woman nestled beside him, wearing a light pink long dress with a white knitted cardigan over it. Her long hair was loosely tied into a low bun, with a few stray strands falling beside her ears.

She tilted her head slightly to look at the camera, her eyes gentle and smiling, her face so beautiful that she looked like she had stepped out of an old magazine.

The two of them standing together looked incredibly well-matched.

Mo Sangyu stared intently at the woman's face, not blinking for a moment.

This face...

She subconsciously reached out and touched her face.

The woman in the photo bears a striking resemblance to Mo Sangyu in terms of her eyebrows and eyes, especially her slightly upturned eyes and the curve of her lips when she smiles—they are almost identical.

Although they had never met in her memory, Mo Sangyu recognized her at a glance.

The man and woman in the photo are her biological parents, Rong Yanzhi and Ling Xueyuan.

Judging from the photos, they must have been here a long time ago. So why is it that their presence still lingers in that mountain, and why did we only suddenly feel a trace of it today?

Chu Canglan and Yin Yue also appeared here a few days ago. Is there any connection between the two?

"Ayu."

Feng Xingyu whispered a reminder: "Check-in first."

"it is good."

Mo Sangyu nodded.

Su Xi and Xiao Yu had just finished posting the photos when they quickly registered the two of them.

Feng Xingyu paid the bill, took the room key, and the two went upstairs.

The room wasn't big, but it was clean and tidy.

A carved wooden bed, blue-printed cotton sheets, and an eight-immortal table by the window with a white porcelain tea set on it.

Open the window and you can see the distant mountain, which looks even more majestic in the night. The lights on the mountainside are like a galaxy fallen to earth, and the waterfall shimmers with silvery light under the moonlight.

Feng Xingyu carefully placed Zhaozhao on the bed, pulled the quilt over her, then turned around and took the white dumpling from Mo Sangyu's hand, casually placing it on the soft cushion by the window.

The white dumpling grumbled in dissatisfaction, but was quickly drawn to the sound of the waterfall outside the window and became engrossed in watching it from the windowsill.

Feng Zhaozhao slept the whole way, but she woke up now.

A few soft whimpers came from the tiny swaddling clothes, like a kitten meowing, in a babyish voice.

Mo Sangyu leaned down to look and met a pair of bright, dark eyes. The newborn baby's pupils were still covered with a faint gray-blue layer, as if through a thin mist, yet they could already follow the light.

"woke up?"

She reached out and poked her soft little face, her tone softening unconsciously: "You certainly know how to pick your time, sleeping during the day and waking up at night."

Feng Xingyu first went to the bathroom to wash his hands carefully before coming out. He skillfully prepared the milk powder, dripped some on the inside of his wrist to test the temperature, and only took it over after confirming that it was not too hot.

Zhao Zhao was getting impatient; her little mouth was pouting, and she was about to cry.

Feng Xingyu sat down by the bed and gently brought the bottle to the little one. The little one immediately took it in his mouth and started drinking it, his cheeks puffing out as he ate very seriously.

Mo Sangyu watched from the side, her eyes gentle.

Because she recovered so quickly, she couldn't produce breast milk, and Zhao Zhao had to drink formula.

She was initially worried and felt guilty, but now that she saw the little guy eating so heartily and not being picky at all, she didn't feel so bad anymore.

After Zhao Zhao finished drinking her milk, Feng Xingyu gently patted her back to help her burp before changing her diaper.

Her small body was held in his palm, as light as a ball of cotton. His large, well-defined hands were exceptionally gentle and careful when doing these things.

Mo Sangyu took advantage of the break to take a shower.

When she came out after changing into clean clothes, her hair was still dripping wet. Her long, silver hair hung down her back, highlighting her fair face and adding a touch of languid beauty.

Feng Xingyu looked up at her and handed over the clean and tidy Zhaozhao.

"You hug me for a while."

Mo Sangyu took her daughter and sat down by the bed.

Zhao Zhao had just finished eating and drinking and was in high spirits. Her eyes were wide open, looking around, and her little hands stretched out from her swaddling clothes, grabbing randomly in the air, not knowing what she was grabbing.

She was delivered via cesarean section before she was full term, and in just a few days, she looked even bigger than babies who were a month old, with a pink and tender appearance, extremely cute.

Mo Sangyu lowered her head and let Zhaozhao's little hand hold one of her fingers.

Her little hand was only the size of her thumb, but her fingers were clenched tightly. She was quite strong, and once she held on, she wouldn't let go.

"Just like your father, very domineering."

Mo Sangyu chuckled softly, then gently swayed her daughter's head with her other hand.

Zhao Zhao felt comfortable being rocked, and she grinned, revealing a toothless smile.

no……

The baby is only a few days old and can already smile?

Even when she was still in her womb, Mo Sangyu felt that Zhao Zhao could understand their words. After observing her for the past few days, apart from the exceptionally strong demonic energy and spiritual power within her, she hadn't discovered anything else.

Now it seems a little different...

But Mo Sangyu didn't know what ordinary children were like, had no comparison, and didn't know whether Zhao Zhao was considered a normal child.

"Feng Xingyu."

When Feng Xingyu came out of the bathroom, Mo Sangyu couldn't wait to tell him, "Come here quickly, Zhao Zhao just smiled at me."