His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Mo Sangyu took out the deciphering diagram she had prepared for Luo Ming: "Once you've appeased him, come and take your things."

Upon hearing this, Luo Ming coughed twice and confidently took Jiang Shiyu's hand as they walked over.

Jiang Shiyu blushed at this moment, both because of Luo Ming's actions and because of her own recklessness just now.

"I'm so sorry, Your Majesty, I've made you laugh."

No, not at all.

Mo Sangyu took out the thick anatomical atlas and the introductory manual of modern medicine and placed them on the table.

At most, it's just something to enjoy.

Luo Ming strode over, picked up the anatomical atlas, opened the first page, and his eyes were immediately glued to it.

He turned the pages faster and faster, his eyes grew brighter and brighter, and even his breathing became more rapid.

"This...this network diagram is so clear...this skeletal structure is simply unbelievable..."

"..."

Jiang Shiyu, whose hand had been tossed aside, sighed silently.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I will go back and study it first."

Luo Ming took the things and turned to walk towards the door.

He stopped abruptly only after he had stepped out the door.

It seems like I've forgotten something.

He turned around and met Jiang Shiyu's resentful gaze.

Luo Ming scratched his head awkwardly.

It seems I can't shake this habit of becoming obsessed with medical books.

"Princess."

He quickly turned around and awkwardly and carefully took her hand again: "I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

Jiang Shiyu lowered her eyes, letting him shake her hand without saying a word, only slightly pursing her lips.

That plaintive yet soft-spoken look made Luo Ming sigh softly, soften his tone, and reveal a tenderness he himself was unaware of.

"I'm not angry anymore, it's my fault."

"Medical books can be consulted anytime, but I dare not neglect you in the slightest."

As he spoke, he pulled her hand closer to his palm.

Jiang Shiyu's fingers twitched slightly as she looked up at the handsome, reserved man before her.

People say that Dr. Luo is aloof and indifferent, devoted to medical skills, and unapproachable.

But only she knew that he had a tender heart, but he was not good at romance and did not know how to be affectionate.

Her pent-up grievances from half a day ultimately couldn't withstand his clumsy attempts to appease her.

The resentment in her eyes melted away, replaced by a faint smile, yet she still deliberately kept a straight face.

"You ran so fast just now, you didn't care about me at all."

Upon hearing this, Luo Ming immediately shook his head solemnly, his expression extremely serious: "Of course not."

"I was just momentarily distracted by the novelty of the diagrams, but I will never ignore you like that again."

He was obsessed with medicine all his life and had seen countless difficult and complicated diseases, but he was helpless when it came to her, and was willing to compromise.

Jiang Shiyu was amused by his serious demeanor, and her heart warmed, and she almost couldn't help but smile.

She gave a soft hum and gently shook their clasped hands.

"Then remember what I said today. After His Majesty and the Empress's wedding, I will come to remind you. If you dare to go back on your word, I will never speak to you again."

Luo Ming immediately responded, his tone absolutely firm: "I will never go back on my word."

The two stood at the door, and although their voices were not loud, every word they spoke reached Mo Sangyu's ears.

She leaned back in her chair, watching the two figures walk away side by side, picked up her teacup, took a sip, and had a lazy smile in her eyes.

Granny Yu walked over from the side and casually remarked, "Finally, you've come to your senses."

"Prepare another set of betrothal gifts. Send the previous one to Cangwu Kingdom, and keep this one for them as a separate settlement allowance for them."

"Your Majesty..."

Granny Yu hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

Your Majesty is still the same Your Majesty, she hasn't changed at all.

He spends money like water, never stingy with his subordinates, and is so generous that he's practically a spendthrift.

"What does the nanny want to say?"

"...It's nothing."

Granny Yu swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue: "As long as Your Highness is happy."

They don't lack money now; it's just for spending.

only……

Although the Empress lacks nothing, it seems she has never bought anything for herself and only thinks about others.

Now that she's getting married soon, she doesn't even bother to go out and buy something she likes.

However, she has many people who love her, so she really doesn't need to worry about anything...

The Empress is such a good person, she deserves all of this.

After a moment of reflection, Granny Yu remembered her business.

"By the way, Your Majesty, someone just delivered two boxes, saying they are wedding dresses specially prepared for His Majesty and Your Majesty, and that Your Majesty should try them on when you have time."

"Who delivered it?"

"That's the man with red eyes, just like His Majesty. Oh right, I think he's your cousin."

Grandma Yu is still quite confused about these messy relationships and doesn't know where these relatives came from.

"Yun Yihe?"

Mo Sangyu was amused by Granny Yu's "that person," but if that guy heard it, he might be furious.

"Where are the others?"

"He said he was very busy, so he left as soon as he delivered the things. Before he left, he went to see the little princess. You could tell that they all really liked the little princess. Every time they came, they would bring her a lot of strange and wonderful gifts."

Upon hearing this, a gentle smile appeared in Mo Sangyu's eyes.

"Understood, Granny."

She gently put down her teacup, straightened her skirt, stood up, and turned to walk towards the palace.

Pushing open the carved wooden door, the bedroom is quiet and cozy.

Granny Yu had already ordered people to carry the two huge boxes into the house.

Mo Sangyu stepped forward and gently lifted the lid of the first box.

In an instant, a burst of dazzling light poured out from the bottom of the box.

The light wasn't dazzling, but it possessed a breathtaking brilliance.

Mo Sangyu narrowed his eyes slightly, and only when the light dimmed did he see the scene inside the box clearly.

Inside, a set of wedding dresses exchanged between the man and woman lay quietly, with several other sets of equally luxurious gowns of different styles stacked beside them.

And that main wedding dress was breathtakingly beautiful.

The fabric was a rare, shimmering brocade, warm to the touch, as if a starry sky had been woven into the silk threads.

As she moved, the subtle patterns on her fabric flowed like ripples on water, as if they had come to life.

The embroidery on it is even more exquisite, with gold and silver threads interwoven to embroider lifelike phoenixes and auspicious dragons soaring through the clouds.

Each feather and each dragon scale is inlaid with a pearl the size of a grain of rice from the East China Sea, refracting a breathtaking brilliance under the light.

The hem of the skirt was trimmed with extremely fine silver thread and adorned with tiny, shimmering gemstones, making it seem as if one was treading on a pool of stars and moon as one moved.

This wedding dress...

I wonder how much effort they put in.

Mo Sangyu knew that this was a piece sewn by Yun Wangshu in collaboration with the Rong clan, using top embroiderers and craftsmen, and it took a full year to complete.

This heartfelt sentiment deeply touched the softest part of her heart.

"Your Highness, this wedding dress is so beautiful, please try it on quickly."

Mo Sangyu took a deep breath and, with the help of Granny Yu, Qingwu, and Yuhe, slowly changed into her wedding dress.

As the last tassel was tied, she slowly turned around and looked at the full-length bronze mirror in the hall.

The woman in the mirror has her silver hair tied up high and wears a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe.

The flowing brocade accentuated her exquisite figure, and the phoenix embroidery seemed to swirl around her.

She was enveloped in ultimate luxury and holiness, her beauty beyond compare, even her breath seemed to carry an aura of immortals and demons.

Through countless lifetimes of life and death, this was the first time she had ever worn a wedding dress…

Unconsciously, Mo Sangyu looked at herself in the mirror a few more times.

Footsteps suddenly came from behind. Feng Xingyu had received news that the wedding dress had been delivered and rushed back immediately after finishing his official duties.

He had just stepped into the inner hall when he saw the scene before him, and he froze on the spot, staring fixedly at Mo Sangyu.

In that instant, it seemed as if even the surrounding light had lost its color, and she was the only one left in the world.

Seeing him lost in thought, Mo Sangyu smiled faintly and deliberately drew out the last syllable: "Is it beautiful?"

Feng Xingyu's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as his gaze slowly moved down her face and then returned to her eyebrows and eyes.

He stepped forward and gently stroked her cheek: "Ayu, you look so beautiful in your wedding dress."

He had been thinking about this moment for a long time.

Mo Sangyu felt a warmth in his eyes from the tenderness in them, and gently pushed him away: "Go try yours."

Feng Xingyu chuckled softly, nuzzled her ear affectionately, and then turned and walked behind the screen.

A moment later, footsteps sounded again.

Mo Sangyu turned around, her breath catching slightly.

The man before me had shed his usual black military uniform and donned a bright red Ming-style wedding robe.

The dark gold dragon pattern meanders and coils on the red background, making his figure appear even more upright and slender.

He was born with deep-set features and sharp eyes, and now, wearing this bright red outfit, he not only didn't look tacky at all, but instead created an extreme contrast.

Cold, yet desireful.

Those deep red eyes surged with undisguised aggression and deep affection, as if they wanted to devour her whole.

Mo Sangyu couldn't help but swallow hard, her gaze sweeping over him directly.

"Great, the size is just right."

It must be said that this man looked absolutely stunning in his wedding attire, with a unique charm.

Feng Xingyu's gaze deepened as he looked at her, and he stepped forward to pull her into his arms.

"Ayu, you are only allowed to look at me like that."

The two lingered tenderly for a moment before quickly changing out of their wedding attire and carefully putting it away.

Only three days remain until the wedding day.

Yueying and Feng Tingye finally arrived from the capital, and Chu Canglan and Yinyue arrived one after the other.

Feng Xingyu worked almost non-stop to handle various matters, and by the day before the wedding, everything was settled.

The imperial court officially took a break.

All the characters gathered together, their hearts pounding with excitement, waiting for Feng Xingyu to open the spatial passage so they could travel with him to the Cangxuan Realm.

Yun Wangshu and the others had already returned to the Yun Clan to make preparations, and two days ago, Rong Yanzhi and Ling Xueyuan also returned to the Rong Clan ahead of time, taking Zhaozhao with them.

Now, Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu, along with Gu Jinzhi and others, entered the Cangxuan Realm together, and then split into two groups.

A group of people, consisting of Gu Jinzhi, Chu Canglan, Feng Tingye, Yan Qing, Yuan Zhao, Han Xiao, Lu Jin, Luo Ming, Ya Zi, and others, accompanied Feng Xingyu to Yunzhong City.

Another group, consisting of Wen Zhixia, Yin Yue, Yueying, Fengmian, Mo Sangwan, Jiang Shiyu, A Da, A Yi, and others, accompanied Mo Sangyu to Rongjing City as part of the wedding procession.

Upon entering the Cangxuan Realm, everyone was filled with curiosity, as it was their first time in another unfamiliar world.

Especially the moment you land, a rich spiritual energy washes over your entire body.

The aura of the Cangxuan Realm is profound and enduring, far surpassing that of the Nine Provinces Continent.

Everyone immediately felt their long-dormant true energy surge and churn within their dantian.

Having been stuck at a bottleneck for several years without being able to break through, the meridians, nourished by rich spiritual energy, actually began to loosen.

My goodness, I have benefited so much just by setting foot on this land!

If I had known, I should have had His Majesty bring them here...

However, now is not the time to talk about these things. Everyone calmed down a bit and set off separately according to the previously agreed plan.

Feng Xingyu first escorted Mo Sangyu and her group to the entrance of the Rong Clan, then gave Mo Sangyu a deep look: "Ayu, wait for me to come and pick you up tomorrow."

After saying this, he reluctantly turned and left, leading another group of people to the Cloud Clan.

Mo Sangyu led her group of sisters into the Rong tribe.

At the entrance to the Rong Clan, Rong Xuanci was already waiting there, dressed in a green robe, with a smile in his eyes. When he saw Mo Sangyu and his group approaching, he took two steps forward to greet them.

"Sister, you've finally arrived."

Mo Sangyu nodded, her gaze passing over his shoulder and landing on the mountain gate behind him.

The entire Rongzu village was adorned with a brand-new look. The two sides of the mountain gate were covered with vermilion ribbons, each with a small copper bell tied to it, which jingled melodiously in the wind.

As you walk along the bluestone path, the trees on both sides are wrapped with golden threads, and the branches are adorned with tiny flower balls, a mix of red and gold, gleaming warmly in the sunlight.

Every few steps along the stone railings by the roadside, a glass lamp is embedded. Although it is not yet night, one can already imagine what it will look like when lit up.

Mo Sangyu's courtyard is located in a separate courtyard on the east side. Above the gate hangs a brand-new plaque with three characters: "Fengwu Garden".

Pushing open the courtyard gate, the fragrance of flowers wafts over you.

Directly opposite the courtyard gate is an old osmanthus tree with lush branches and leaves. Under the tree are a stone table and several stone benches.

A simple brocade tablecloth was laid on the table, upon which were placed hot tea and several plates of snacks.

Walking along the cobblestone path, you'll see many newly transplanted flowers and plants in the flowerbeds on both sides. The red, white, and purple flowers are interspersed together and have been neatly trimmed, showing that they have been carefully tended.

The doors and windows of the main house have been repainted, and bright red double happiness paper-cut window decorations are pasted on the window paper. The door curtain has been replaced with brocade embroidered with twin lotus flowers, and a row of slender red lanterns hangs under the eaves, swaying gently in the wind.

Mo Sangyu pushed open the door and entered the room, her gaze pausing slightly.

The room's furnishings have been completely renovated; the tables, chairs, and beds have all been replaced with new ones. The wood exudes a faint sandalwood fragrance, and the carvings are exquisite, featuring auspicious cloud patterns and lotus vines.

A bright red brocade quilt was laid on the bed, embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water. A brand-new nightgown was folded beside the pillow, with a sprig of red plum blossom covered with dew pressed against the corner of the garment.

A dressing table stood by the window, its bronze mirror gleaming, and several boxes of rouge and face powder neatly arranged on its surface.

Beside it was a small white jade vase with a newly picked osmanthus flower in it.

Mo Sangyu walked to the dressing table and stopped. She gently touched the white jade bottle with her fingers. The bottle was slightly cool, and the fragrance of osmanthus was light and lingering.

Feng Mian followed her in, looked around, and couldn't help but sigh softly, "Miss, the decorations here are so thoughtful."

Wen Zhixia and the others followed behind, peeked out, and said with a smile, "They even put red dates and peanuts under the pillow. It seems they've prepared everything for Her Majesty for three years from now."

Mo Sangyu didn't reply, her expression seemingly calm, but in reality, she was warmed from head to toe.

Perhaps this is what it means to give everything you have, wanting to give the best to her family.

"Yu'er".

Just then, footsteps sounded outside, and the first thing that caught the eye was a mass of white...