His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Feng Xingyu did not answer.

He walked to the center of the square, released her hand, took a half step back, and knelt down on one knee in front of her without warning.

This action startled not only Mo Sangyu, but also all the civil and military officials present.

What is Your Majesty up to?

Did I anger the Empress?

Even if we're going to apologize, there's no need to call everyone here. This...this...will we be silenced afterwards?!

Mo Sangyu knew what he was going to do.

She immediately covered her mouth, a hint of anticipation rising amidst her nervousness.

It seems this modern trip was worthwhile; I learned quite a bit.

"Ayu."

Feng Xingyu took out a palm-sized brocade box from his sleeve. When he opened the box, a diamond ring lay inside. Its facets reflected a delicate light between the lamplight and the moonlight, as if all the stars in the sky had been gathered into this one diamond.

It was extremely quiet all around; even the wind seemed to be holding its breath.

No, when did he buy the diamond ring?

Mo Sangyu felt her heart beating slightly faster.

"Ayu."

Feng Xingyu raised his head, his deep, cold red eyes now filled with the faint glow of lamplight and undisguised affection.

"I've always owed you a proper wedding. Last time, we hurriedly got our marriage certificate, but I still owe you a proper proposal."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to everyone present on the night breeze.

"I've always felt indebted to you in this life, and I've always been in a rush. Now, I want to slow down and make it up to you little by little."

He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, and a thin layer of red appeared at the corners of his eyes.

"Of all the mountains and rivers, none can compare to you in my eyes."

"For the rest of my life, year after year, I only want to be with you. Ayu, will you marry me?"

These words were like a thunderclap from a clear sky, leaving everyone present speechless with astonishment.

A dignified emperor, needing to propose to the empress?

They've already had a child, what kind of marriage proposal is this?

You want me to kneel down and beg?!

Oh no.

Their emperor of the Great Chen Kingdom... was completely controlled.

After this, won't yin become dominant and yang become weak?

The entire court was filled with rage and wanted to rush forward to stop them.

Unfortunately, they dared not.

This world of the Great Chen Dynasty doesn't belong to the Feng family, it belongs to the Mo family!

From now on, let's not call this princess Feng Zhaozhao anymore, let's just call her Mo Zhaozhao!

Feng Xingyu presented the ring to Mo Sangyu, his voice gentle and sincere: "Ayu, I don't know how to say sweet words, nor do I want to bring up the past. I just want... to be with you for the rest of my life, for all eternity. Will you...?"

"Yes, yes!"

Before Mo Sangyu could speak, Yan Qing and the others couldn't help but shout, "Your Majesty, please agree! His Majesty is too good at this; we all want to marry him!"

As soon as Yan Qing finished speaking, Feng Mian, who was crying her eyes out next to him, pinched his arm hard and glared at him, saying, "What's it to you? Don't interrupt."

"Ouch... Honey, be gentle."

Yan Qing begged for forgiveness while tenderly wiping away her tears: "Why are you crying like that when His Majesty is proposing to you?"

"You don't know anything."

Beside him, the eldest brother, Rong Xuanci, wore a maternal smile, finding his brother-in-law increasingly pleasing to the eye.

Looking back at Yun Yihe, his face was sour, and he seemed quite envious, jealous and resentful.

That kid, he's got some serious skills.

Are you bullying him because nobody wants him?

He felt as if someone had stabbed him in the heart several times.

Little Fish, don't agree to him!

Yun Yihe only dared to think it in his heart, but dared not actually say it out loud. Otherwise, not to mention Feng Xingyu, everyone else present would probably kill him.

Yun Wangshu looked pleased.

Ling Xueyuan, on the other hand, couldn't help but secretly wipe away her tears.

I never imagined I'd live to witness my daughter's marriage proposal. This son-in-law is quite romantic, willing to go to such lengths for her, and as the ruler of a nation, he was able to set aside all pride and humble himself before his ministers...

Yu'er has finally found a good man.

Rong Yanzhi gently pulled her into his arms, his eyes also slightly reddening.

Rong Huaijin was left standing alone to one side, a hint of envy rising in his gloomy eyes.

His gaze involuntarily shifted to Yun Wangshu, wondering if she would soften her heart and give him a proper status if he begged her in the same way.

will not.

Ashu has a cruel heart.

He would accept it as long as she doesn't marry anyone else in this lifetime.

Among the crowd, there was one person with a sincere blessing on his face, but a trace of loneliness was still hidden in his eyes.

Miss... as long as you're happy.

After Feng Xingyu finished speaking, he waited for Mo Sangyu's reaction. He saw her smiling and looking down at him, but she didn't say a word for a long time.

He had been quite confident, but this incident suddenly made him nervous and uneasy.

Would Ayu blame him for taking it upon himself to invite all those old guys from the court and making such a big fuss?

"Ayu..."

Just as Feng Xingyu was about to say something to salvage the situation, Mo Sangyu suddenly reached out her hand to him and said softly in a clear voice, "Put it on for me."

Feng Xingyu was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and immediately took her hand, gently pushing the ring onto her ring finger.

The size was perfect, as if it were made just for her.

He lowered his head and kissed her slender, pale fingers, his warm lips lingering on her skin for a couple of breaths before releasing them.

Then he stood up, put his arm around her waist, and lifted her up in his arms.

Mo Sangyu exclaimed in surprise and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

Feng Xingyu held her and spun her around twice.

Her robes fluttered, her silver hair billowed in the night wind, and the lights and moonlight scattered on the ground were shattered into flowing shadows.

The square fell silent for a moment, then erupted in gasps and laughter.

Yan Qing was the first to lead the chant: "Okay!"

Yuan Zhao then whistled, the sound carrying loudly throughout the entire square.

The court officials, both civil and military, looked at each other, and then, without prior arrangement, turned away and lowered their heads, silently avoiding eye contact.

I can't bear to look, I really can't bear to look.

Having successfully proposed, Feng Xingyu was in high spirits and, with a wave of his hand, bestowed rewards upon the people in abundance.

The civil and military officials, who had just been looking heartbroken, immediately changed their attitude, knelt down in unison, and their voices of gratitude echoed throughout the square.

After the rewards were distributed, the crowd tactfully dispersed, and the brightly lit square gradually quieted down.

Feng Xingyu held Mo Sangyu's hand and walked back along the long palace road.

Back at Zhaohua Palace.

Inside the vast palace, only the flickering candlelight and the enchanting atmosphere remained.

The long table was laden with exquisite dishes, and the glow of the red candles cast a tender shadow of the two people.

Mo Sangyu rested her chin on her hand, looking at the man opposite her with a smile.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Feng Xingyu poured two glasses of fruit wine and handed one to her, saying, "You're allowed to have a little tonight."

"I can't drink as much as I used to."

Mo Sangyu took the wine glass, drank it down in one gulp, and kept her gaze fixed on his face: "Feng Xiaoqi, when did you buy this ring? You hid it quite well, keeping it from me for so long."

"I bought it before we got our marriage certificate."

Feng Xingyu held her hand, looking at her tenderly: "Ayu, although we are already husband and wife, we still need to propose and have a wedding. Let's hold the wedding after your parents have recovered, okay?"

"Um."

Mo Sangyu had no objection.

This wedding is no longer just a matter between Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu, but also a matter between the Yun and Rong clans. Yun Wangshu has been preparing for it for more than a year.

Use "perfect".

Feng Xingyu put down his wine cup, and before Mo Sangyu could react, he got up, walked around the table, bent down, and picked her up from the chair.

Mo Sangyu hooked her arm around his neck: "Where are we going?"

"bath."

"...I just took a shower."

"Wash it again."

"..."

He carried Mo Sangyu out of the hall.

Passing through a hanging flower gate and around a screen, a wave of heat hits you.

Before me was a hot spring pool made of white jade, with delicate flower petals floating on the surface. Candlelight reflected on the water, creating shimmering waves and a warm mist.

Feng Xingyu carried her down the stone steps into the water. The warm water reached their waists, and their robes clung tightly to their bodies, outlining their clear silhouettes.

He placed her on the edge of the pool, bent down to untie the sash of her outer robe, his fingertips damp with moisture, leaving a warm mark as they brushed against her shoulder.

Mo Sangyu looked up at him, the moisture softening his features.

He held her slender waist tightly with his arms, his chin resting on the crook of her neck, greedily inhaling the cool fragrance emanating from her body.

"Ayu, is the water temperature comfortable?"

His deep voice sounded particularly hoarse in the steam, and his warm breath sprayed all over her sensitive earlobe.

Mo Sangyu tilted her head slightly, giving him a half-smile: "Your Majesty, are you sure you're only asking about the water temperature?"

"Um?"

Feng Xingyu chuckled softly, the vibrations in his chest traveling through their skin to their side, causing her to tremble slightly.

He suddenly lowered his head, his thin lips precisely finding a soft spot on the side of her neck, and took a bite, neither too hard nor too soft.

Mo Sangyu gasped and instinctively reached out to push him away, but he pulled her into his arms even tighter.

"Don't move."

He whispered in her ear, his desire so intense it was almost overwhelming.

The water rippled gently with their movements, spreading out in concentric circles on the surface.

His warm, large hand slid slowly down her back, and wherever it touched, it seemed to ignite tiny flames.

Mo Sangyu couldn't help but tilt her long neck back, letting out a low, unbearable gasp.

"Feng Xingyu..."

Her voice was so soft and sweet it seemed like you could squeeze water out of it, and a faint, shimmering red appeared at the corners of her eyes.

Feng Xingyu's eyes darkened instantly, a deep, unfathomable undercurrent surging within them.

He suddenly flipped her over and pinned her against the pool wall, his burning body trapping her firmly between himself and the water.

"Ayu, do you know how alluring you look right now?"

He lowered his head and kissed her lips with an undeniable domineering and possessive force, swallowing up all her gasps of surprise.

It was an extremely aggressive kiss, as if it wanted to devour all her breath.

Water splashed everywhere, wetting the long hair that fell over their shoulders.

The temperature inside the hot spring seemed to be rising higher and higher, and even the air became thick and scalding.

Mo Sangyu gripped the fabric on his shoulder so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

She could only let him carry her, floating and sinking in the warm water, until reason was completely overwhelmed.

The red candles flickered, and the tent was warm and fragrant.

The room was filled with the light of spring, but the layers of curtains concealed the sounds of whispers and gasps that made one blush, accompanied by the lingering sound of rippling water.

the next morning.

Mo Sangyu hadn't slept until the sun was high in the sky for a long time. Thanks to Feng Xingyu, when he woke up, everyone else had already finished their lunch.

Last night, she didn't know how she got back to her palace; when she woke up, she was already in her own bed.

When Mo Sangyu sat up after lifting the covers, her whole body ached. This man hadn't been this rough in bed in a long time.

I was acting like a madman last night.

She sat on the edge of the bed for a while, supporting her back, before slowly standing up, washing up and changing her clothes. She glanced at the clear marks on the side of her neck in the mirror and silently pulled her collar up a little.

When I left Zhaohua Palace, the sun was already high in the sky.

She went to the Empress Dowager's palace first. Yun Wangshu was holding Zhao Zhao in the courtyard, basking in the sun. The little pink dumpling was sitting on her grandmother's lap, chewing on a teething stick. She was very well-behaved.

Mo Sangyu walked over, took Zhaozhao and kissed her, chatted with Yun Wangshu for a few words, and then turned and left the courtyard.

She didn't linger any longer and went straight to the side hall.

Ling Xueyuan was leaning against the window reading a book, while Rong Yanzhi was sitting at a table next to her copying something. When they saw her come in, they both put down what they were doing.

Mo Sangyu didn't beat around the bush; he took out the seven medicinal herbs from Guixu one by one and laid them out on the table.

The seven medicinal herbs gleamed in the sunlight, each exuding its own unique luster and radiating a spiritual aura.

She then placed the three bottles of tonifying and nourishing pills aside.

"Mother, I will first repair your soul and then use medicine to regulate your meridians. Within seven days, you should be able to recover 70%."

Ling Xueyuan looked at the medicinal herbs on the table, opened her mouth, and said in a slightly strained voice, "So many... did you find them all one by one?"

Mo Sangyu didn't say much, only hummed in agreement, and then had Rong Yanzhi help Ling Xueyuan sit down on the couch.

She sat cross-legged behind Ling Xueyuan, her palms pressed against her back, and spiritual energy seeped into her like threads.

Seven medicinal herbs floated up in front of her, and were refined by spiritual power into seven different colored spiritual mists, which were then introduced into Ling Xueyuan's sea of ​​consciousness one by one.

Ling Xueyuan's body trembled slightly. Rong Yanzhi stood guard by the door, his whole body tense, his eyes fixed on them without blinking.

After the spiritual mist entered her body, it slowly spread out, like a warm and gentle film of light enveloping her damaged soul. The cracks were filled little by little, and the dim areas regained their glimmer of light.

Mo Sangyu activated the flow of spiritual mist, and as time passed, the hall became so quiet that only the soft breathing of the three people could be heard.

Two full hours later, Mo Sangyu finally withdrew his hand, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, his face slightly pale.

She opened her eyes and let out a soft breath: "Mother, how are you feeling?"

Ling Xueyuan slowly opened her eyes, her gaze much clearer than before, and her complexion also showed a faint rosy glow.

She looked down at her hands, her fingers curling slightly as if it were unreal.

"I feel much more relaxed, it's like... the things that used to weigh on me have finally come off."

She couldn't believe that she, who had thought she could never recover and would be a weak soul for all eternity, was so easily defeated in Yu'er's hands.

No.

It's not simple.

Ling Xueyuan's gaze fell on Mo Sangyu's pale face, her eyes filled with heartache, tears welling up in her eyes: "Yu'er, I'm so sorry for making you suffer so much..."

"It's nothing to make you recover, this little bit of hardship is nothing."

Mo Sangyu disliked her words and interrupted her coldly, "Back then, when you were pregnant with me, you knew I would drain your vital energy and put your life in danger, so why did you still give birth to me?"