His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Feng Xingyu turned his head to one side.

For a moment, I didn't know what to do with her.

Ignoring it won't work, but throwing it out is even worse.

He stood there for as long as he could, and Mo Sangyu slept peacefully in his arms for just as long.

After struggling for a while, Feng Xingyu finally picked her up and carried her out the door.

Those who abandon him, those who disturb his mind, are all karmic obstacles.

Do not linger.

Even if you saved his life, it won't work.

Feng Xingyu escorted Mo Sangyu back to her own room.

But this time, he was very gentle, putting her back on the bed and thoughtfully covering her with a blanket.

If he gets cold, it's because he's cold.

After covering her with the blanket, Feng Xingyu's gaze fell on her face.

Her eyebrows were delicate, her nose was straight, and her lips were a natural rosy red; her overall features were exquisite.

Her skin glowed with a delicate, porcelain-white hue under the warm light, and a few stray hairs clung to her cheeks, adding to her delicate appearance.

Feng Xingyu then realized that, setting aside her sharp eyes and personality, she was actually quite...beautiful.

It's the kind of beauty that's pleasing to the eye at first glance.

This quiet and obedient demeanor is completely different from the sharp-tongued, decisive, and even somewhat aggressive Mo Sangyu when she is awake.

"What kind of person are you, really?"

Feng Xingyu involuntarily reached out, his long, slender fingers gently brushing the hair from her face to the side, his voice so low that only he could hear it.

He gazed at her quietly for a moment, his eyes flickering slightly.

In her slumber, she shed all her scheming and imposing manner, leaving only a pure tranquility, completely unguarded.

How could she be sleeping so soundly?

They weren't alert at all.

Clearly, she was unaware of this situation.

Perhaps it's related to her using that damage transfer spell.

Feng Xingyu didn't interfere any further and turned to leave.

She had only taken a few steps when Mo Sangyu suddenly sat up on the bed behind her.

With practiced ease, she lifted the covers and prepared to get out of bed.

Feng Xingyu hurried back and grabbed her shoulder.

After he passed by, Mo Sangyu stopped moving and did not react at all.

Feng Xingyu observed her condition, waved his hand in front of her eyes, and found that although she had opened her eyes, they were lifeless and she was still asleep.

So, what's the situation now?

Feng Xingyu's eyes deepened.

He gently pressed Mo Sangyu back onto the bed and covered her with the blanket again.

After she closed her eyes and he was sure there was no movement, he quietly walked towards the door.

After taking a few steps, I looked back.

Nothing.

keep going.

Reach the doorway, then look back.

He felt relieved to see his son lying comfortably in bed.

Open the door, walk out of the room, and then close the door again.

They moved very gently, afraid of waking Mo Sangyu.

After closing the door, he breathed a sigh of relief and strode back.

however.

Before I even reached my room, I heard the door behind me open again.

He turned around and saw Mo Sangyu walking barefoot to the door, about to step outside.

Sometimes, when you're so angry you're speechless, you actually start to laugh.

This is exactly how Feng Xingyu feels right now.

Moon Shadow, who was sleeping on the roof beam, saw the expression on her prince's face, turned over, and tried to make herself less noticeable.

It's none of her business; she didn't see it.

Feng Xingyu had no choice but to go back and pick up Mo Sangyu in his arms.

I went back to her room.

He tried to wake her up, shaking her body.

"Mo Sangyu? Wake up!"

But she seemed to be fast asleep, and no matter how much he shook her, she wouldn't wake up.

Feng Xingyu had no idea that if it were anyone else at this moment, she would wake up immediately if they were touched even slightly.

Just like at the beginning, when Feng Mian found her coming out of the room and draped a coat over her, she immediately woke up.

She only stays awake when she is facing Feng Xingyu.

It looks like he won't have a moment of peace tonight.

Feng Xingyu's aura deepened slightly.

This time, after putting Mo Sangyu back on the bed, he also lay down by the headboard.

And so, by staying by Mo Sangyu's side, she indeed behaved herself and stopped causing trouble.

There was only one quilt on the bed.

Feng Xingyu barely managed to cover himself with a corner of the blanket.

The bedding was also filled with the scent of ink mulberry.

Feng Xingyu lay flat, gazing at the top of the tent, his body slightly tense from this unfamiliar intimacy.

The person beside him breathed lightly, with a warm, damp scent, occasionally brushing against his arm.

He closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep, but found that her scent and fragrance were everywhere, disturbing his peace of mind.

With a slight tilt of the head, one can see her sleeping, non-aggressive face.

That night, Feng Xingyu was destined to be sleepless.

As dawn approached, the person next to me began to breathe slightly heavier, as if they were about to wake up.

Feng Xingyu instinctively sat up in bed, quickly got out of bed, and hid to the side of the bed.

really.

Mo Sangyu turned over. Although she didn't wake up immediately, her condition had clearly returned to normal.

If she were to see him sleeping in her bed, she might turn the tables on him.

Feng Xingyu's face turned gloomy and ugly.

This woman was sent by God specifically to harm him!

Mo Sangyu was half asleep when she suddenly heard a snap.

It sounded like the noise coming from the window.

After a moment of silence, Mo Sangyu suddenly sat up.

She peeked out the window, but saw nothing unusual.

strangeness.

Why do I feel like I slept so soundly, like I was under anesthesia and passed out?

Today is Lunar New Year's Eve. As dawn breaks, preparations for tonight's New Year's Eve dinner begin in the mansion.

Feng Mian brought in hot water and also brought Mo Sangyu a newly tailored set of clothes.

The fabric was the one she had bought with Fengmian that day.

Unexpectedly, Granny Yu used the best and softest piece of fabric to make a new dress for her.

"Miss, come and try it on to see if it fits."

Feng Mian held up the clothes and excitedly gestured to indicate their names.

In the past, when she learned that she was to follow her mistress to this frontier to assassinate the prince, she thought that she probably wouldn't live long. But she never expected that not only would she survive, but she would also live a better and more comfortable life than she did in the capital.

All of this is thanks to Miss.

"If only... we could bring the Second Miss here too."

Feng Mian spoke very softly, but Mo Sangyu heard him clearly.

Even after all this time, the original owner's lingering emotions are still there.

That silly little sister was the person the original owner worried about the most.

Mo Sangyu's cold and hard heart suddenly wavered.

or……

"Miss, what are you thinking about? Come and try on the clothes."

Feng Mian's voice pulled her back to reality.

"Um."

She stood up and walked over, and Feng Mian served her, helping her change into brand new clothes.

This is a modified, fitted outfit, not the style of ordinary young ladies.

The base color is a deep, calm black, with dark red piping on the collar, cuffs, and waistband, embroidered with simple cloud patterns.

The top is neatly tailored and fits the body well, with dark red wristbands at the cuffs for easy movement.

The waistband was just the right width, and the simple buckle perfectly outlined her slender waist.

Its black and red colors, combined with the light, exude a restrained sharpness.

Feng Mian helped her get dressed, took two steps back, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"This dress, the nanny really put a lot of thought into it, it's practically tailor-made for Miss."

Mo Sangyu stood in front of the bronze mirror and looked at herself in the mirror.

This outfit truly brought out her unrestrained and unconventional personality to the extreme.

A casual smile reveals a captivating, almost devilish charm.

"It feels very comfortable."

Mo Sangyu really likes it.

She went out for a stroll in her new clothes, assuming that everyone in the mansion would be wearing new clothes as well.

As a result, everyone still wore their original coarse linen clothes, and even Granny Yu wore the same clothes as usual.

She bought two large cartloads of fabric that day, enough to make new clothes for everyone in the household.

Surprisingly, there was no one else besides her.

This feeling made Mo Sangyu somewhat uncomfortable.

However, she didn't say anything more, after all... it had nothing to do with her.

She's only staying temporarily; she'll leave sooner or later.

Upon returning to the main courtyard, they encountered Feng Xingyu.

Mo Sangyu glanced at him and sensed that he didn't look too well.

"Your Highness, did you not rest well last night?"

Mo Sangyu asked a rare question out of concern.

"Thanks to you."

Feng Xingyu said expressionlessly, "She slept very well."

After saying that, he strode out of the courtyard gate.

I slept very well; how could it be thanks to her?

Mo Sangyu didn't quite understand what he was saying.

Night fell quickly.

Mo Sangyu was leisurely drinking tea in his room, while also checking the seal on his soul.

If nothing unexpected happens, she should be able to recover to 20% of her strength in a few days.

"Miss, everyone in the manor has set off. Let's hurry up and go too."

Feng Mian excitedly ran in from outside, but seeing that Mo Sangyu was still sitting there without moving, he became a little anxious.

"Where to?" Mo Sangyu asked lazily.

"Go to the military camp."

"What are you going to the military camp for?"

"Didn't I tell you, Miss? Tonight, everyone in the manor will be going to the military camp to celebrate the New Year with the soldiers. Have you forgotten, Miss?"

Feng Mian was extremely anxious.

However, Mo Sangyu calmly continued drinking tea, showing no intention of getting up at all.

After she slowly took a sip, she said, "That's them. What does it have to do with me?"

No one invited her.

Feng Mian: "..."

Her mind went blank for a moment, but she quickly explained, "Miss, they did say that you and I should go together."

"Who said that?"

"Granny Yu said that Deputy General Yan also... also told this to me."

"That's an invitation."

Mo Sangyu smiled and gently waved to Feng Mian: "Go ahead, have fun."

"Miss……"

Seeing her slightly cold expression, Feng Mian immediately dared not say anything more.

"Then this servant will stay and keep Miss company."

She couldn't possibly leave Miss alone in the mansion.

After saying that, she went out to the kitchen.

Mo Sangyu ignored her.

On the other side, bonfires had been lit in the military camp.

From a distance, the entire military camp appeared to be ablaze with activity.

Everyone was busy setting up the cleaned whole sheep over the campfire.

Feng Xingyu emerged from his tent and glanced at the crowd.

Seeing this, Luo Ming, who was standing nearby, asked, "Has anyone seen the Crown Princess?"

"No, we came out early. We'll just ask the old lady," Yuan Zhao said.

Yan Qing searched through the crowd but didn't see the person he wanted to see. He muttered to himself, "Didn't I tell her to come early? Why isn't she here yet?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Jinzhi, who was closest to him, suddenly leaned closer and asked, "Who is she?"

"without."

Yan Qing was startled: "Nobody's here."

Feng Xingyu's expression was indifferent, as if he had only asked casually, "Didn't you tell her that everyone was coming to the military camp for the New Year?"

"Who is this 'she' that Your Highness is referring to?"

Gu Jinzhi asked the question knowing the answer already.

Seeing that Feng Xingyu's expression was off, Luo Ming immediately spoke up: "The person Your Highness is referring to is naturally the Crown Princess..."

Before he could finish speaking, a dark figure was rushing towards them at high speed.

"Your Highness!"

The man hurriedly reported, "You..."