His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"What are you still standing there for?"

Seeing the two gazing at each other from afar, Xiao Yan's face turned extremely ugly: "Kill him for me!"

Jealousy drives people mad.

At Xiao Yan's command, everyone immediately surrounded and attacked.

Although Yin Yue was worried about Chu Canglan's health, she was not too flustered because she knew that Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu were secretly watching.

"Moon".

Xiao Yan turned to look at Yin Yue, his eyes revealing a bloodthirsty madness: "Watch closely, I will make this man die in front of you today, so that you will never be able to think about him again. Only when he is dead can you completely give up your thoughts."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and unleashed a sharp palm strike towards Chu Canglan.

Chu Canglan dodged to the side, his movements noticeably slower, his injuries still severe and his strength nearly gone.

He slapped away the armored soldier who was standing close to him and then kicked the guard on his left to the ground.

There were just too many people, one after another, and it was clear that we were struggling to keep up.

Xiao Yan watched coldly, unhurried and unperturbed, as if watching a dying struggle.

"A cornered beast's struggle," he said softly, a cruel smile curving his lips.

He suddenly drew his sword and personally stabbed at Chu Canglan.

The sword gleamed coldly, aimed straight for the throat, showing no mercy.

In the distance, on the rooftops.

A purplish-black longbow materialized in Mo Sangyu's hand.

The bow shimmered with light, and the arrow materialized between her fingers, like a hawk lurking in the night.

She drew her bow, the string fully drawn, her silver hair billowing in the wind, the purplish-black arrow aimed at Xiao Yan.

Feng Xingyu stood beside her, holding Zhao Zhao in his arms, his eyes lowered as he watched the fighting in the courtyard, his expression indifferent.

Mo Sangyu let go.

The arrow shot through the air without making a sound, yet it carried an extremely sharp momentum, precisely embedding itself in the ground half an inch in front of Xiao Yan's feet.

The stone slab shattered, sending fragments flying, and a deep crack stretched between Xiao Yan and Chu Canglan.

Xiao Yan's sword stopped in mid-air, and he froze.

He raised his head, his gaze piercing the roof like that of a hawk.

A man and a woman stand side by side in the sunlight.

The woman held a longbow, her silver hair cascading down her back, her expression one of nonchalant indifference. The man held a sleeping infant in his arms, his hair black and eyes red, his demeanor calm and composed.

Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes, his fingers tightening around the sword hilt as he suppressed his surging anger, and asked in a deep voice, "May I ask, Your Excellency, what is the meaning of this?"

His voice was cold and restrained: "Are you going to oppose my Regent's Palace?"

Mo Sangyu stood on the rooftop, tilted her head slightly, and had a smile on her lips.

"I'm sorry," she said, gesturing with her chin towards Chu Canglan. "Little Chu and Yin Yue are both my people. I'm taking them with me. I hope the Regent will do me a favor."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan was so angry that he laughed instead, his laughter carrying a chilling undertone.

"Convenient? On my wedding day, you come to snatch her away, and you expect me to do you a favor?"

He raised his sword, pointing it directly at Mo Sangyu: "Such arrogance! I'd like to see what skills you have to snatch someone from my hands!"

Mo Sangyu sighed, as if she felt a little regretful.

"Since the Regent disagrees, then don't blame me for being impolite."

She drew her bow again and casually shot an arrow.

The moment the arrow condensed, a purplish-black light flashed and disappeared in the sunlight.

Xiao Yan's pupils contracted sharply, and he quickly raised his hand to block.

The arrow struck his protective aura, producing a dull thud.

His body flew backward suddenly, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground, until he crashed into the stone pillar behind him and came to a stop.

A surge of blood welled up in his chest, and a metallic taste rose in his throat. He clenched his teeth and forced back the mouthful of blood.

Chu Canglan saw the person on the roof the moment the arrow fell.

His dim eyes suddenly lit up, like an extinguished candle being relit.

"Your Majesty..."

His lips moved, and the next moment, upon hearing Mo Sangyu call him "Little Chu Zi," his lips twitched slightly.

But this awkwardness was quickly dispelled by the elation of surviving the ordeal.

He raised his voice, hoarse yet tinged with excitement, and cried out, "Your Majesty is mighty!"

After shouting this, he turned around abruptly and rushed towards the direction of Silver Moon without regard for anything else.

He shoved aside the armored soldiers, pushed through the chaotic crowd, and pulled Silver Moon into his arms.

The moment Yin Yue was embraced by him, tears streamed down her face, and she gripped his clothes tightly with both hands.

"Don't be afraid." He lowered his head, his forehead pressed against hers, his voice choked with emotion, "It's alright now."

The courtyard was deathly silent.

Xiao Yan steadied himself by leaning against a stone pillar, his face ashen.

He barely managed to catch that arrow with all his might; his blood and qi surged, and his internal organs trembled.

He looked at the woman holding a bow on the roof, and a genuine look of horror finally appeared in his eyes.

Who exactly are this man and woman?

The guards in the mansion looked at each other, unsure whether to advance or retreat.

Xiao Yan gritted his teeth and said sharply, "Take them down."

At the command, all the guards immediately rushed towards the two people on the roof.

Seeing this, Feng Xingyu didn't even lift his eyelids, showing no reaction whatsoever.

Mo Sangyu smiled slightly, unhurriedly, and gently vibrated the bowstring between her fingers.

Dozens of purplish-black arrows simultaneously coalesced and spread out densely, covering the entire night sky like a peacock spreading its tail.

Suddenly, I let go.

Arrows rained down like a storm, each one aimed precisely at a target, tracing dozens of sharp arcs in the air.

Before the armored soldiers could even scream, arrows pierced their armor, sending them flying backward like kites with broken strings. They crashed heavily onto the courtyard walls, stone pillars, and the ground, scattering table tennis balls everywhere. In an instant, no one could stand up again.

Mo Sangyu casually put away his bow; compared to the previous volley of arrows, this was nothing.

But its power is definitely more terrifying than before.

Xiao Yan's pupils suddenly contracted, and his face turned visibly pale.

He finally realized that the man and woman in front of him were no ordinary people.

"Someone come here!"

He turned around abruptly and shouted sharply towards the backyard, "Quickly, invite the Immortal Venerable!"

The Immortal Venerable that Xiao Yan spoke of was the demonic Daoist that Yin Yue had mentioned before.

"Your Highness, the Immortal Venerable... the Immortal Venerable has been here for a long time."

A guard reported in a panic, "He's right there!"

Xiao Yan and the others looked over at the sound and saw a gaunt old man in a gray robe lying on a table in the courtyard, fast asleep.

There was a half-finished bowl of tea in front of him, the tea had gone cold, but he was completely unaware of it, a peaceful smile still on his lips, as if he were having a sweet dream.

But that beautiful dream soon changed.

His brows suddenly furrowed, the muscles in his face began to twitch, and his fingers gripped the edge of the table tightly, leaving deep scratches on the wooden surface with his fingernails.

As if he had seen something extremely terrifying in a dream, his lips trembled, and he made indistinct sobs. Fine beads of cold sweat seeped from his forehead, sliding down his gaunt cheeks and dripping onto the table.

Immediately afterwards, his body began to tremble violently, and his legs kicked wildly under the table, as if trying to break free from some invisible restraint.

However, he was unable to move.

A round, white-furred little beast was lying on the corner of the table next to him. It looked harmless, but its tail had somehow grown several times longer, and its soft yet tough fur wrapped around the old man's neck and head as if it were alive.

The tail tightened and tightened, then suddenly loosened for a moment, then tightened again, as if deliberately prolonging the prey's fear.

The torment the old man experienced in his dream was vividly reflected on his twitching and contorted face every single second.

Fear, despair, and the suffocating feeling of impending death overwhelmed him like waves of seawater.

Finally, his eyes widened little by little, his mouth opened wide, as if he wanted to shout something, but he couldn't utter a single sound.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his body slowly stiffened, and then he slumped down, lifeless.

The white dumpling slowly retracted its tail, wiped its mouth with its paw, yawned, and lazily jumped off the table. With its short legs, it quickly darted onto the roof and obediently stayed at Mo Sangyu's feet.

Tsk.

Mo Sangyu squatted down and patted the fluffy head, praising it generously: "White dumpling, well done. After eating and drinking for free for so long, your value has finally been realized. I'll give you an extra meal tonight."

Bai Tuanzi proudly raised her head and rubbed her head against her palm, clearly pleased with the praise.

"The Immortal Venerable is dead?!"

I died in my sleep for no apparent reason!

The people in the mansion who witnessed this scene were all terrified and turned pale.

Suddenly someone screamed in terror, and everyone panicked and began to flee in panic.

The Regent's Palace was thrown into complete chaos in an instant.

Mo Sangyu stood on the rooftop, the bowstring in her hand drawn back once more, this time the arrowhead aimed straight at Xiao Yan's heart.

Xiao Yan stood in the courtyard, his face no longer showing the composure and stubbornness he had shown before, but only fury and fear on the verge of collapse.

Silver Moon spoke up at that moment.

"Sangyu" (桑榆).

She lifted her head from Chu Canglan's embrace, her expression calm: "Let it go."

Mo Sangyu paused slightly as he drew the bow.

"He saved me." Yin Yue looked at Xiao Yan with a complicated expression. "If it weren't for him, I would have died in the street long ago."

She paused, then lowered her voice: "Spare his life, and we'll be even."

Chu Canglan didn't speak, but just looked down at her, then tightened his arms around her waist slightly.

He did not object.

Mo Sangyu glanced at Yinyue for a moment, then looked at Chu Canglan.

Seeing Chu Canglan nod, silently indicating his agreement.

Mo Sangyu then put away the bow, and the purplish-black light dissipated between his fingers.

She stood on the rooftop, looking down at Xiao Yan, her voice neither too loud nor too soft, but carrying an undeniable air of authority: "I'm sparing your life today because you did indeed have a debt of gratitude to Yin Yue. From now on, you'd better behave yourself."

Xiao Yan looked at Yin Yue, wanting to say something, but Chu Canglan blocked his view. He coldly said, "As Yue'er's husband, I am grateful to you for saving Yue'er, but if you dare to harbor any improper thoughts, I don't mind repaying kindness with enmity..."

"you!"

Xiao Yan's eyes were bloodshot, and his knuckles were clenched so tightly they cracked.

He knew very well that he probably wouldn't be able to keep Silver Moon today.

Even though she was unwilling, she could only watch helplessly as Chu Canglan, with his arm around Yin Yue's waist, walked out of the Regent's Palace.

Xiao Yan's hands gripped the stone pillar so tightly that his fingernails broke and bled, but he was completely unaware of it.

He didn't come to his senses until their figures disappeared outside the door.

"Chase!"

His voice was hoarse, as if squeezed out from between his teeth: "Chase after them!"

The remaining guards looked at each other, then reluctantly gave chase.

The group rushed to the gate, but stopped abruptly after taking just one step.

Mo Sangyu did not go far.

She was leaning against the wall opposite the main gate of the Prince's Mansion, her silver hair fluttering in the wind, a faint smile playing on her lips, as if she had been waiting for them to come out.

"I knew you guys would follow."

She said it indifferently, then raised her hand and waved it casually.

A purplish-black wave of energy rippled out from her palm, carrying an overwhelming force.

Before the dozen or so guards at the front could react, they were sent flying like sandcastles hit by a giant wave, crashing heavily onto the doors of the palace, their cries of agony filling the air.

Xiao Yan stood inside the door, his eyes filled with shock.

He saw the look in Mo Sangyu's eyes.

In that instant, only a chilling indifference remained in those eyes, as bottomless as an abyss.

He froze on the spot, a chill running down his spine, and an unprecedented fear shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He had a gut feeling that if he took another step forward, he would die.

Moreover, it's the kind of death where there's no room for struggle, and you're instantly crushed.

The foot he raised abruptly stopped in mid-air, then slowly retracted.

Mo Sangyu withdrew her hand, stopped looking at him, and turned to walk deeper into the alley.

……

Half a day later.

In a restaurant on East Street in the capital, Mo Sangyu requested two adjacent superior rooms.

Chu Canglan was pressed onto the bed by Yin Yue, who forced him to lie down and recuperate. Seeing her busy herself for him, bringing him medicine and water, Chu Canglan was flattered and stared at her intently, as if he couldn't get enough of looking at her.

He hadn't felt Yue'er's love for a long time.

If dying once could win back Yue'er's heart, then he would do it willingly.

After feeding Chu Canglan his medicine, Yin Yue couldn't bear his burning gaze and turned to go into Mo Sangyu's room.

Zhao Zhao was lying on her crib, waving her little hands and trying to catch the air, while babbling out a tuneless song.

Yinyue squatted by the crib and carefully reached out her finger to touch Zhaozhao's little hand.

Zhao Zhao grabbed her fingers and giggled.

Silver Moon's heart melted instantly.

"How can she be so beautiful..."

Yinyue squatted there, looking at Zhaozhao, her voice soft and infatuated: "She looks like you, and like Brother Feng, so handsome."

Mo Sangyu leaned back in her chair, sipping her tea. Upon hearing this, she smiled slightly and said, "Like it? Have one yourself."

Yin Yue looked slightly awkward, but she was no longer as resistant as before. She continued to tease Zhao Zhao, muttering softly, "I wonder if I'm lucky enough to have that."

The following days passed peacefully and warmly.

Every morning, Yin Yue would first prepare medicine for Chu Canglan, then take the bowl of medicine to the next room to feed him, and then take Zhao Zhao out to bask in the sun. Her love for Zhao Zhao was becoming more and more irresistible.

Bai Tuanzi followed at her feet. Zhao Zhao was amused by Yin Yue and giggled. Yin Yue laughed along with her, and the heavy worries in her eyes and brows dissipated a lot.

Chu Canglan's injuries healed quickly. Three days later, he was able to get out of bed and walk around. Five days later, his complexion had recovered to about 70-80%.

That evening, just as Yin Yue finished feeding Zhao Zhao her complementary food, Feng Xingyu suddenly turned around from the window and glanced at Mo Sangyu.

Mo Sangyu met his gaze and understood immediately.

Feng Xingyu said calmly, "Chu Canglan's injuries have almost healed. Let's set off tomorrow and return to Kyushu."