His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

At the last moment, it was the talisman she gave that saved Feng Xingyu!

Feng Xingyu placed the talisman in the brocade pouch at his waist. The thorns on the vines tore through the pouch, allowing the talisman to fall out.

The black vines that were frantically coiling around him and sucking his life force seemed to be burned by a scorching hot iron when they touched the talisman, emitting a silent hissing shriek, and retreated in fear.

Anything that could be so afraid of her talisman must be an extremely cold and sinister thing.

Mo Sangyu's spiritual power is pure and righteous. When these evil entities encounter her spiritual power, it's as if they've met their nemesis, leaving them no choice but to flee for their lives.

Fortunately, I had casually given him a talisman at the time.

However, the talisman could only help him hold off the attack temporarily. After the first wave subsided, the second wave quickly struck again.

Using the last of his sanity and strength, Feng Xingyu forcefully broke free from the suffocating black thorn cocoon and flew away from the Black Swamp without looking back.

However, escaping the black swamp was only the beginning.

The Great You Emperor made two preparations.

If Feng Xingyu were to emerge from the Black Swamp, he must have been severely injured. Therefore, a large number of experts were dispatched to ambush and kill him on his way back to the border.

Phoenixes swept through wave after wave of enemies.

He used his last ounce of strength to desperately maneuver through the snowfields and dense forests, trading his life for his wounds, until he was almost completely drained of blood.

For the last stretch, he used broken tree branches as support, slowly making his way out of the snowdrifts that buried him.

When Yuan Zhao and his patrol found him, he was lying in the blood-stained snow, his breath as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, and there was not a single piece of good flesh on his body.

Mo Sangyu took a step closer and leaned down to look at his face.

He was born with red eyes?

How can red eyes make someone a demon?

Mo Sangyu was a little curious and wanted to pry open his eyes to see what color his pupils were now.

She has always been a woman of action.

Thinking this to myself, I reached out my hand directly.

The long, slender fingers had just touched his face, and before she could make any further move, her wrist was suddenly gripped by a strong, large hand.

The next moment, Feng Xingyu slowly opened his eyes.

The two were very close, their eyes meeting.

Mo Sangyu stared intently into his eyes.

However, Feng Xingyu's eyes had returned to their deep, inky black.

However, a lingering redness remained around his eyes, like a stray smudge of cinnabar on the edge of a traditional Chinese ink painting, adding a touch of eerie, sickly beauty to his pale, cold face.

Mo Sangyu was somewhat disappointed not to see the red color she had hoped for.

"What are you doing?"

Feng Xingyu's voice was hoarse and dry, revealing no emotion.

Mo Sangyu was caught red-handed, but she showed no remorse whatsoever. With a flick of her wrist, she easily broke free from his grasp.

"I just wanted to see if you were still breathing."

She said lazily, "If you die, who will protect me from harm?"

Feng Xingyu didn't speak, but just stared at her quietly.

The gaze was so intense, as if it wanted to see through her calm exterior to the depths of her heart.

Mo Sangyu felt somewhat uncomfortable under his gaze.

She was about to say something when he spoke first: "You saved me twice."

Mo Sangyu raised an eyebrow.

They neither admitted nor denied it.

He just woke up, how did he know?

Why?

Feng Xingyu spoke again: "Didn't you come to kill me? Why did you save me?"

It must be admitted that without Mo Sangyu, he would have had absolutely no chance of survival this time.

The first time was when he was entangled by the monster vines in the Black Swamp; it was the talisman she gave him that saved him. And the second time…

He remembered the scent of Mo Sangyu.

That day, he was conscious for a moment and smelled Mo Sangyu's scent.

Although he didn't know the specifics, he was certain that his survival was related to Mo Sangyu.

Mo Sangyu: "Who said I came here to kill you?"

"Didn't he send you?"

"Who?"

"..."

Feng Xingyu stared at her again, trying to see if she was pretending to be stupid.

After a long silence, he frowned and said, "The emperor of the Great You."

"oh."

Mo Sangyu nodded: "I guess so."

Feng Xingyu pressed on, "He sent you here to kill me, didn't he?"

Mo Sangyu scoffed coldly, looking at him and retorting, "Who says I have to listen to him?"

"..."

This answer left him speechless.

That does suit her personality.

"Well said!"

Outside the door, Gu Jinzhi and the others clapped and cheered excitedly upon hearing Mo Sangyu's words.

"For so long, we have been presumptuous and have misunderstood the Princess Consort."

Several people pushed open the door and came in.

With a hint of apology on his face, Gu Jinzhi said sincerely, "It's all our fault for being too hasty back then. After receiving the news, Ah Lin and Ah Hu were too impulsive, which caused a misunderstanding and led to this tragedy. Their deaths... are no one's fault but ours."

Neither Yan Qing nor Yuan Zhao beside him refuted these words.

Yes.

At that time, the princess was merely protecting herself.

In that situation, even if she explained, none of them would believe her.

If anyone's to blame... it's that person!

The sudden change in attitude from a group of people who hated her made Mo Sangyu very uncomfortable.

"never mind."

She waved her hand magnanimously: "You don't need to do this..."

As she spoke, she felt intense gazes fixed on her, and when she turned her head, she met Feng Xingyu's eyes once again.

Feng Xingyu's expression was unreadable. When Mo Sangyu looked at him, he immediately looked away.

This feeling is so strange.

Mo Sangyu felt unwell all over.

She's more suited to being looked at with displeasure.

"Um, I'm going back to my room."

"Princess."

As Mo Sangyu walked to the door, Yan Qing called out to her again, "I...I want to..."

He stammered for a long time before finally saying in a low voice, "I still want to apologize to you."

For that slap, and for the time he pushed her into the water.

Although His Highness suffered all the harm, he still felt a little guilty.

After Yan Qing finished speaking, without waiting for Mo Sangyu's reply, he knelt down with a thud, then quickly pulled out a rattan cane from behind his back and presented it with both hands.

"Princess Consort, use this to treat me, but please don't tire yourself out!"

Mo Sangyu: "..."

This was the first time in her two lifetimes that she had encountered someone so sincerely and proactively asking to be hit.

"Are we really going to fight?"

"He has harmed the princess twice; he deserves to be punished," Gu Jinzhi said.

Yuan Zhao was also a little guilty.

I wonder if I should kneel down too?

Although he did not harm the princess, he always sided with Yan Qing and treated the princess poorly.

A bad attitude is also a form of harm.

"that……"

Just as Yuan Zhao was about to kneel, Mo Sangyu swept his gaze over coldly. He was halfway down the knees when he suddenly didn't know what to do next.

Does the princess mean that the prince should kneel, or that he shouldn't?

Mo Sangyu didn't want to pay them any attention.

But Yan Qing knelt at the door, blocking the way out, as if he wouldn't get up unless he got a beating today.

I've never seen anyone like this before.

Mo Sangyu took the rattan cane from his hand and raised it high.

If that vine were to strike, it would surely leave the skin and flesh torn open.

Seeing this, Luo Ming, who was outside the door, closed his eyes in despair.

Can he run away from home?

It feels like he's the one who's truly been hurt, doesn't it?

Upon seeing this, Yan Qing suddenly closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the excruciating pain to strike.

As a result, Mo Sangyu raised her arms high, but in the end, she only lightly touched Yan Qing's shoulder.

"You haven't eaten for three days, where would you get the strength to hit someone? Get out of the way!"

Yan Qing knelt down and moved to the side.

She threw the rattan cane on the ground and quickly left the room.

Back in my room, I quickly closed the door.

Before long, Fengmian brought in the food.

It's quite light and palatable.

It's clear that these dishes were prepared with care.

"Miss, this was made by the nanny herself, a special meal prepared just for you and His Highness, to help you and His Highness recover."

"understood."

Mo Sangyu listened without showing any expression.

She tried it, and it did taste quite good.

After finishing his meal, Feng Mian came over with the ointment again.

"Miss, please take off your clothes and lie down on the bed. This ointment was specially prepared for you by Doctor Luo. He said that girls should not have scars on their bodies, and he instructed me to apply it to you every day."

"For me alone?"

Mo Sangyu gave a soft hum without any particular tone.

She didn't believe it.

In their hearts, she, the prince's consort, was more precious than their prince.

"It's true, miss."

Feng Mian was worried that Mo Sangyu wouldn't believe her, so she quickly explained, "This scar-removing ointment uses very expensive ingredients. Doctor Luo said that Your Highness is a grown man and doesn't need it."

"You really didn't give it to me?"

Mo Sangyu seemed to be deep in thought for a moment.

in fact.

If this medicine is given to Feng Xingyu, with the soul contract in place, neither she nor Feng Xingyu will be left with scars.

But if she uses it, then only she herself can avoid having a scar.

The thing is, he has such a beautiful face, but when he takes off his clothes, his whole body is covered in scars, it's just too much...

"Miss?"

Seeing Mo Sangyu lost in thought, Feng Mian urged, "Lie down quickly."

"Give it to me."

He took the medicine pot from Feng Mian's hands and said in a calm tone, "I can do it myself."

"Miss……"

"go out."

Feng Mian pouted and walked away, turning back every few steps.

How will Miss take care of the injury on her back by herself?

Feng Mian's little brain was very puzzled.

In the master bedroom.

Luo Ming was administering medicine to Feng Xingyu.

It uses ordinary medicinal powder.

"Your Highness, this medicine can't remove the scars, but it can lighten them a bit. They will definitely not look as ugly as they do now in the future."

Feng Xingyu glanced at him but said nothing.

Sitting to the side, Gu Jinzhi told Feng Xingyu everything that had happened in the past few days in great detail.

Half the damage.

Only Feng Xingyu himself knew how serious it was.

For an average person, probably not even a third could withstand it.

Where did she, a woman without any internal energy to protect her, get the courage to make such a decision?

It would be a lie to say that Feng Xingyu was not shocked.

In his life, many people wanted to kill him, and many people risked their lives for him, but how could this person be Mo Sangyu?

Even if she never intended to kill him, their relationship wasn't pleasant, so why would she risk dying together to save him?

"Jinzhi, did she... give any reason why she absolutely had to save me?"