His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"Your Highness."

Gu Jinzhi chuckled softly, "Why bother with this? Do you need a reason to be kind to someone?"

"That's right. The princess is His Highness's woman, so isn't it only natural for her to save her husband?" Luo Ming chimed in.

Yan Qing and Yuan Zhao nodded in agreement.

"I remember now."

Someone like Feng Xingyu, who has experienced deceit, intrigue, and betrayal since childhood, with even his closest relatives wanting him dead, how could he possibly trust others so easily?

"Maybe I slept for too long and my head is a little dizzy. I forgot that she just said that it was because I died that no one was there to protect her from harm."

Feng Xingyu seemed to breathe a huge sigh of relief, and his whole body relaxed.

With a legitimate reason, things become less complicated.

"In that case, you should protect her more from now on, so as not to... implicate me."

"..."

Gu Jinzhi and Luo Ming exchanged a glance, and both wisely refrained from refuting.

Your Highness, this is due to a lack of security and an inability to easily trust others.

But there's no rush. It's genuine, and I'm not afraid of the test of time.

Yan Qing and Yuan Zhao scratched their heads in confusion upon hearing Feng Xingyu's words.

Is that so?

That prince's wife... her motives are impure.

"You can all leave now, I'm going to sleep a little longer."

Feng Xingyu lay down again.

Luo Ming instructed, "Your Highness, the remaining poison in your body has not been cleared, so you really need to rest more during this period. Let Mr. Gu handle the affairs of the army."

"Where is she?"

Two nonsensical words.

Luo Ming was completely baffled by the question.

Gu Jinzhi translated: "Your Highness means to ask whether the poison in the Crown Princess's body has been cleared?"

"Oh...it's cleared."

Luo Ming nodded hurriedly: "Your Highness, rest assured, after the Princess Consort absorbed your wound, the poison did not stay in her body for long, so it was cleared up quickly. You are different; you have been poisoned for too long. This time, you must be obedient and take good care of yourself."

"Um."

Feng Xingyu responded and then closed his eyes.

After Luo Ming and his group left the room, it immediately became quiet.

Feng Xingyu opened his eyes again, his eyes suddenly turning a suppressed scarlet red, his heart filled with icy hatred and sorrow.

Do you really want him dead?

But he insisted on living!

Only by living can I have a chance to avenge my mother!

He suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and the crimson in his eyes slowly faded until he returned to calm.

……

the next day.

Luo Ming went to administer medicine to Feng Xingyu.

He felt a cool, slightly itchy sensation in his wounds. When he turned his head, he realized that they were different from those of yesterday.

"The medication has been changed?"

"Um."

As Luo Ming applied the medicine to him, he said, "This medicine was originally prescribed for the Crown Princess. It's effective in removing the scars on her body, but last night the Crown Princess suddenly came to me with this medicine and said..."

He paused in his actions, then continued, "If you give this medicine to His Highness, it can remove the scars on both of your bodies. If she uses it, it can only remove the scars on her body. This is called making the most of what you have."

"I don't need it."

Upon hearing that it was a scar-removing medicine, Feng Xingyu grabbed Luo Ming's wrist, forcing him to stop applying the medicine.

"Give the medicine back to her."

"Are you sure you don't need it?"

Luo Ming stood up, feeling both heartache and helplessness.

He understood; His Highness wanted to keep these scars as a reminder.

Some things you can never forget.

But isn't this also torturing oneself?

"Need not."

"But I think what the princess said also makes a lot of sense."

Feng Xingyu's eyes swept over her coolly: "You keep calling me 'Princess Consort,' whose person are you now?"

Luo Ming slowly put away the medicine jar: "The Crown Princess said that His Highness is so handsome, but if he took off his clothes, all those ugly scars would be too visually unappealing. No woman would want to see a body like that!"

"Luo Ming!"

Feng Xingyu's face turned red with anger.

"Why would a woman like her tell you all this?"

Do you even know what shame is?

"Your Highness!"

Luo Ming subconsciously took two steps back: "The princess consort is being unconventional. She's right, you don't want to be...

Before he could even utter the word "dislike," Feng Xingyu had already thrown his pillow at Luo Ming.

"She doesn't need to worry about it!"

"Alright, Your Highness, please don't be angry. I'll take it back and return it to her."

As Luo Ming spoke, he backed away until he reached the door, then turned to leave.

"return!"

Feng Xingyu swept his sharp gaze over them: "Put the medicine down."

Luo Ming smiled and walked back, placing the medicine pot on the table: "Your Highness, let me help you..."

"roll."

"..."

If you want to leave, then leave.

After Luo Ming left, Gu Jinzhi came again.

I briefly reported the military affairs to him, and then left his rest alone.

Feng Xingyu stared at the ointment on the table for a long time, but in the end, he didn't touch it.

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, there are only five days left until the end of the year.

Although the manor had just experienced a life-or-death ordeal, it ultimately survived.

Under the direction of Granny Yu, everyone thoroughly cleaned the prince's residence, inside and out.

The bedding was changed, simple yet bright red lanterns were hung up, and the pillars under the corridor were carefully wrapped with red cloth.

Although the ingredients are simple, the care put into every detail is evident, and the festive atmosphere of the New Year gradually dissipates the gloom of the past.

Mo Sangyu's injuries healed quickly, and he was able to move around normally again within a few days.

During her recovery, the spiritual energy in her soul continued to flow slowly into her body at a moderate pace, blending perfectly with her body.

Most of the time, she simply watched quietly as the people in the mansion busied themselves.

People's attitude towards her became friendly and respectful.

Feng Mian would tell her about things related to the prince's residence every day.

She said that every Lunar New Year's Eve, everyone in the household would go to the military camp to have New Year's Eve dinner with the soldiers and then stay up all night together.

Outside, a huge bonfire will be lit, a whole lamb will be roasted, people will drink from large bowls, talk and laugh loudly, and there will be rough military dances and impromptu performances, making it a lively and extraordinary event.

These descriptions were unfamiliar and novel to Mo Sangyu, who had been expelled from her family in her teens in her previous life and lived a solitary and austere life for the next ten years, even though she was not short of money.

Looking at the bustling scene before her and listening to the lively chatter, her long-dormant heart seemed to stir slightly.

It's been a long time since I've felt this kind of atmosphere.

Mo Sangyu gradually began to integrate.

On the eve of the 30th, I even personally taught them how to make a hot pot.

That meal was unforgettable for everyone.

One by one, their faces turned red from the spiciness, and tears and snot streamed down their faces.

Mo Sangyu said it was a delicacy, but they said they didn't taste whether it was delicious or not, they only tasted pain.

In particular, Feng Xingyu.

Mo Sangyu really didn't expect that the man couldn't eat spicy food.

He only took one bite and didn't dare to take a second one.

She even said she didn't want to torture herself!

However, there are also those who can handle spicy food, such as Granny Yu.

For example, Fengmian.

This is quite unexpected.

After the event, everyone went back to their rooms early to sleep, preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner the next day.

Mo Sangyu also returned to her room.

Since the night of the marrow cleansing ritual, when Mo Sangyu asked Feng Mian to find Granny Yu to arrange a room for her, she has not lived with Mo Sangyu again.

Mo Sangyu always believed that as long as Feng Xingyu was next door, she could sleep soundly without worry.

Little did she know, the Soul Contract had an operating mechanism that even she herself was unaware of.

It was late at night.

In the master bedroom, Feng Xingyu, having finished his bath, sat on the edge of the bed, wearing only a pair of white trousers.

Water droplets slid down his broad, straight shoulders, flowed over his well-defined, clearly sculpted chest and abdominal muscles, and finally disappeared into his waistband.

Years of fighting and martial arts training have left his body without an ounce of excess fat, and every inch of his muscles contains explosive power.

However, this powerful body is covered with scars, both old and new.

The scars varied in depth and length, some left by swords and others by special weapons.

But more so, it was the monstrous vines of the Black Swamp that crisscrossed his skin, leaving numerous scars that added to his rugged and dangerous aura.

At that moment, he was holding the jar of scar removal ointment, dabbing some on his finger and applying it little by little to the scars on his body.

The ointment is cool and has a faint herbal scent.

Just then, a soft sound came from the doorway.

Feng Xingyu paused, then looked up.

There seemed to be a figure moving outside the door.

It was late at night, and everyone in the mansion had already gone to sleep.

"Who?"

He asked a question, but no one answered.

But then he heard the sound of clothes rubbing against the door, and then the door was gently pushed from the outside.

It wasn't pushed away.

Because Feng Xingyu had long since developed the habit of interlocking doors.

"Who's outside?"

Feng Xingyu asked again, but there was still no response from outside the door.

He ignored it and was preparing to continue applying the medicine.

Another muffled thud was heard.

Something soft, like something gently, rested against the door panel.

Feng Xingyu put on his clothes, walked to the door, and as soon as he opened it, a soft and slender body fell straight into his arms.

He knew who it was without even seeing their faces.

Apart from Mo Sangyu, no one else has the guts to do that.

So, was she doing it on purpose, or... was she really unaware of it?

Feng Xingyu stood stiffly, letting her forehead rest against his chest.

"Mo Sangyu?"

He spoke softly, calling her name.

The door was open, and both of them were dressed very thinly.

The cold wind blew recklessly into the room.

It's cold.

"Mo Sangyu, stop pretending."

Her breathing was steady and long.

She's really asleep!

What's wrong with this?

Feng Xingyu hesitated for a moment, then wrapped his long arm around her waist, led her into the house, and closed the door behind him.

His hand rested on her waist, and for the first time he felt so clearly how slender a woman's waist could be.

So small that it cannot be held in one's hand.

It looks as if it could break with the slightest force.

Realizing what he was thinking, Feng Xingyu suddenly let go.

Mo Sangyu slumped softly into his arms.

There's a table right next to it.

From the angle at which she fell, she would have hit the corner of the table.

Feng Xingyu cursed softly, then pulled her back into his arms by the waist.

Warm and fragrant, soft and tender, I was swept into your arms.

The air was filled with the fragrance of Mo Sangyu.

The soft, delicate touch on his hands was utterly astonishing to him.

Mo Sangyu, this eccentric and alluring woman, is surprisingly soft and sweet when you hold her.