His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

The scene that Mo Sangyu saw was utterly shocking.

Before she could fully understand what was happening, she felt as if her heart was being gripped by an icy hand.

As the injuries were shared, their vitality rapidly diminished.

The strange toxin seemed to be alive, coursing through her meridians and causing excruciating pain.

Previously, the cleansing of her meridians and marrow had caused Feng Xingyu to suffer through pain, and this time, it could be considered a repayment.

Mo Sangyu's vision went black, and she almost collapsed.

"Princess!"

Luo Ming cried out in surprise and tried to step forward, but Gu Jinzhi grabbed him swiftly: "The Crown Princess hasn't spoken yet, let's wait a little longer."

At this point, even the most clueless person could see what method Mo Sangyu was using to save people!

I'd risk my life!

How could someone like that possibly assassinate His Highness?

Yan Qing and Yuan Zhao, in particular, were in a state of utter confusion.

I was so ashamed I wanted to die.

Mo Sangyu bit her lower lip hard, her blood surging, and a sweet, metallic taste rose up and slid down her cheek.

Her clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

Inside the tent, everyone held their breath, staring in disbelief at this bizarre and shocking scene.

They didn't understand the specific principles, but they could vaguely sense that a mysterious energy was transferring between the two of them, while the princess was enduring unimaginable pain, fighting to save the prince's life.

Time, amidst extreme pain and tense waiting, slowly passed.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Feng Xingyu's life force has finally recovered to half. Although he can't open his eyes, he has slowly regained some consciousness.

He could sense that someone was beside him, helping to alleviate his pain.

They are very close.

Is it Luo Ming?

Luo Ming didn't smell this good.

Feng Xingyu was still very weak. He regained consciousness briefly before falling back into a state of confusion.

At the same time, Mo Sangyu reached the limit of her physical endurance and rolled off the bed.

Yan Qing rushed over and lay down, causing Mo Sangyu to fall onto his back.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats, but seeing this, they slowly calmed down.

Yuan Zhao and Luo Ming rushed over to help, lifting Mo Sangyu up and putting her back on the bed.

Luo Ming took her pulse and examined her. He immediately gasped in shock.

"Oh my god!"

The same injury as His Highness's is simply unbelievable!

Upon further examination of Feng Xingyu, it was indeed found that his injuries had mostly healed.

He took a breath and calmly opened the medicine box, first using acupuncture to seal the blood vessels of the two people and prevent the toxin from spreading.

"The conditions here are too poor. We still need to find a way to send His Highness and the Princess Consort back to their residence for treatment."

"I'll go get a horse-drawn carriage."

……

Mo Sangyu woke up again three days later.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a room full of people.

Thinking I wasn't fully awake, I closed my eyes again.

When I opened my eyes again, I was still there.

Feng Mian's face was the first thing that came into view, her eyes swollen like peaches.

Mo Sangyu was startled. What the hell was that?

"Miss?"

Feng Mian waved his hand in front of her eyes, unsure if she was awake or not. He quickly went over and pulled Luo Ming, who had just dozed off on the table, up: "Dr. Luo, come quickly and see, Miss seems to have opened her eyes just now."

Luo Ming seemed to see his great-grandmother waving at him.

He is very sleepy.

I didn't dare close my eyes for three days and three nights. After finally confirming that His Highness and the Princess Consort were out of danger, I just wanted to take a nap.

Not even for a little while?

"Feng girl, His Highness hasn't woken up yet, how could the Princess Consort wake up so quickly..."

Before he could finish speaking weakly, he suddenly saw Mo Sangyu sit up from the bed.

Luo Ming's spirits lifted, and his drowsiness vanished instantly.

"Your Highness, you're awake?"

He walked over quickly and took Mo Sangyu's pulse to examine her.

Behind him were Yan Qing, Yuan Zhao, and Gu Jinzhi, who also stepped forward and surrounded Mo Sangyu's bed.

There were also Granny Yu and others outside the door. When they heard that Mo Sangyu had woken up, they all rushed in.

All eyes were fixed on Mo Sangyu.

Mo Sangyu pinched herself in the dark.

It's not a dream.

She felt a sense of dread she had never experienced before.

"Your Highness, how are you feeling now?"

After taking his pulse, Luo Ming confirmed that it was stable, but still asked a question with some unease.

Mo Sangyu: "I feel a little short of breath."

what?

The poison has been neutralized, so why can't you breathe?

Luo Ming was taking another pulse when Mo Sangyu withdrew her hand and pointed to the door: "Everyone, get out."

too frightening.

"..."

Gu Jinzhi was the first to react. Her nerves, which had been tense for several days, relaxed, and she couldn't help but smile.

He turned around and waved his hand: "Everyone, please leave quickly. The princess needs to rest."

"I am the Crown Princess..."

Yan Qing was about to say something when Gu Jinzhi covered his mouth and pushed him away.

"There will be plenty of opportunities to say what you want to say later. It will scare her if everyone suddenly does this."

"Did you scare her?"

Yan Qing's eyes widened.

He didn't think so.

Is the princess consort so easily frightened?

After everyone had left, Mo Sangyu realized that this was not her own room.

Instead, it was Feng Xingyu's room!

There were two beds in the room, separated only by a screen.

No wonder everyone was standing in this room.

"Miss, are you feeling better? Is it still in pain?"

Inside the room, only Feng Mian remained.

She absolutely refused to go out, her eyes filled with heartache as she looked at Mo Sangyu.

I remember that day, when the young lady was brought back, she was almost scared out of her wits.

"It's alright now."

Mo Sangyu got out of bed and stretched his limbs.

The wounds on my body still hurt a little.

"Fengmian, I'm a little hungry. Go get me something to eat."

"Oh...oh, okay."

After Feng Mian left and the door was closed, Mo Sangyu peeked out and looked at the bed next door.

Fortunately, Luo Ming arranged for her and Feng Xingyu to share a room so that he could take care of both injured patients at the same time. Otherwise, she might have gotten up and gone to find Feng Xingyu during her days of serious injury and unconsciousness.

This is the biggest flaw in the Soul Contract.

Once she regains her strength, she will immediately remove this defective product.

Mo Sangyu walked quietly around the screen and looked at another bed.

At this moment, Feng Xingyu lay there quietly, his eyes closed, his eyelashes casting two faint shadows on his eyelids.

Because he was just recovering from serious injuries, his face was pale.

Her long, jet-black hair was scattered messily on the pillow, and although her breathing was shallow, it was steady and even.

Even in this coma, in a state where all his sharpness has faded, his deep features and smooth jawline still possess a captivating allure.

Mo Sangyu had never looked at him so closely before.

This man's face is truly handsome from every angle...

Its sleeping form resembles a...perfect yet fragile work of art.

It gave her a somewhat fragile illusion.

Mo Sangyu stood by the bed, her gaze fixed on his face, her expression somewhat complicated.

She recalled the memories her soul had seen in his mind...

She found it unbelievable that Feng Xingyu was able to come back alive this time.

Deadly Black Swamp.

It is a forbidden place in this world, shrouded in thick, ink-like black fog all year round, and no one has ever been known to have come out of it alive.

A while ago, the Emperor of the Great You issued an imperial edict to Feng Xing, saying that he was seriously ill and that the imperial physician said that only the bark of the thousand-year-old tree in the Deadly Black Swamp could cure the disease.

As a prince and a subject, Feng Xingyu should share the burdens of his emperor and father. If he dares to disobey the imperial decree, he will be disloyal and unfilial, and the Emperor of Dayou can deal with him openly and justly.

If you go there and fail to obtain the thousand-year-old tree bark, you will be punished for your incompetence.

However, if he can successfully retrieve the bark, he can receive three months' worth of military pay in advance as a reward.

For this ridiculous reward, Feng Xingyu would take on several such difficult and dangerous missions every year.

This time, he had no choice either.

This was Feng Xingyu's first time stepping into that forbidden black land. He didn't know what dangers lay within, only that it was a black swamp forest.

He entered the forest shrouded in black mist, and after walking for a short while, he saw the ancient tree that had stood for a thousand years.

However, the ancient tree was growing in a black swamp.

He stepped into the air and plucked a large piece of bark from the ancient tree, placed it in a sturdy iron box he had prepared beforehand, and was about to leave.

The change happened in an instant.

The domineering true energy that had been suppressed in his body suddenly surged and went berserk uncontrollably upon sensing some terrifying presence deep within the black swamp.

This true energy will cause him to reveal his original eye color.

A pair of blood-red pupils.

He had these red eyes from birth.

Therefore, from the moment he was born, he was regarded as a demon and evil spirit who would bring disaster to the Great You Dynasty and was an ominous being.

To suppress his red eyes, he has been taking a toxic drug every month for years.

This month, he was forced to undergo a cleansing and purification process. He did not feel any signs of his true energy boiling over; instead, it became unusually stable.

Therefore, he temporarily stopped taking his medication and did not take it on time.

Unexpectedly, fate played a cruel joke on him, causing his inner energy to surge and flow backward at this crucial moment.

Her dark eyes turned a breathtaking crimson, like two clusters of eerie, burning flames, a beauty that was suffocating.

However, Feng Xingyu utterly detested this change.

He quickly suppressed the internal energy within his body, but in that brief moment, an unknown danger was quietly attacking him from the shadows.

Suddenly, countless eerie black vines emerged from the black swamp mud beneath his feet, their bodies covered in sharp thorns, as if living creatures had smelled a delicious treat, winding their way toward his body.

First the hands and feet, then the waist and neck.

One, two... in the blink of an eye, there were dozens, even hundreds, of them, tightly binding him.

Those thorns were incredibly sharp, leaving countless deep, bone-revealing wounds on his body.

The chilling, deadly poison inherent in the Black Swamp also surged wildly into the wound.

Even more deadly was the poisonous fog that permeated the Black Swamp, which had a strong hallucinogenic and paralyzing effect, making his reactions and movements increasingly sluggish.

If his internal energy hadn't spiraled out of control, preventing him from protecting himself in time, these vines wouldn't have bound him so easily.

But at this moment, he was entangled in a black cocoon of thorns in the shape of a human, unable to move.

His internal energy was in disarray, the poison invaded his body, and his consciousness gradually began to blur.

At that moment, he truly believed he was going to die there, and that even struggling was futile.

But unexpectedly, at the last moment, it turned out to be...