His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"Have you forgotten something?"

The person rushing over was Yueying.

Her task during this period was to stay close to Mo Sangyu.

Mo Sangyu didn't look, so naturally she didn't come either, and thus she happened to overhear her conversation with Feng Mian.

"What did you forget?"

Upon hearing Yueying's question, everyone exchanged glances, none of them realizing they had forgotten anything.

Feng Xingyu asked directly, "Forgot what?"

"Has anyone formally invited the Princess Consort to spend the New Year at the military camp?"

Yueying is essentially with Mo Sangyu every day, so she knows these things better than anyone else.

If it were her, she wouldn't have come tonight either.

After these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.

After a while, Yan Qing said, "I already told Feng Mian. Feng Mian is the Crown Princess's person, so I will definitely pass on the message to her."

"Then this isn't an invitation, it's a notification."

"..."

When Granny Yu finished her work and came over, she happened to hear what Yueying said.

"This is also my fault. I've been so busy lately that I didn't properly discuss this matter with the Princess Consort, and I didn't even invite her when I left."

She took the blame upon herself.

Feng Xingyu did not respond.

Gu Jinzhi and the others didn't know what to say.

They're a bunch of grown men, so careless, how could they possibly think that far ahead?

However, it was indeed their oversight. They had always harbored resentment towards the Crown Princess, and after His Highness's injuries healed, many things piled up in the military camp that hadn't been dealt with. They got so busy that they forgot about everything.

In this situation, it's quite normal that the princess consort didn't come.

"Your Highness, this old servant will take people back to fetch her right now," said Granny Yu.

Feng Xingyu did not respond, and Gu Jinzhi said, "Then I'll trouble you to make the trip, Granny."

Just as Yueying was about to follow, Yuan Zhao and Yan Qing stopped her.

"Don't go. It's not far. It's almost the end of the year. Go and call all the brothers out for a drink."

"Your Highness?"

Yueying did not immediately agree, but instead looked at Feng Xingyu.

Unlike the soldiers, their secret guards could only remain hidden in the shadows at all times.

"Go."

Feng Xingyu said in a deep voice, "Find a secluded corner. No one will dare to break in here, and no one will see you."

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

Moon Shadow ran away with light steps.

Yan Qing and Yuan Zhao also left.

Gu Jinzhi and Luo Ming accompanied Feng Xingyu to the campfire where the other generals were.

Everyone sat on the ground.

The annual event has officially begun, the moment everyone looks forward to the most.

……

Granny Yu, accompanied by her two maids, Qingwu and Yuhe, rode in a carriage back to the manor to pick up Mo Sangyu.

The road wasn't far; they had traveled it many times before, and soon they arrived at the prince's residence without incident.

As the group entered the mansion, they saw Feng Mian coming out of the kitchen, carrying a food box in his hand.

"Fengmian"

Granny Yu strode towards her with a fierce air, her gaze fixed on her: "You silly girl, what did I tell you?"

"Granny...why are you back?"

Seeing them return suddenly, Feng Mian was somewhat surprised. Even though Granny Yu seemed a little angry, she smiled and said, "It's alright, it's fine for Miss and me to stay in the manor."

"That won't do!"

Granny Yu sighed, "It's my fault. I didn't tell the Princess Consort myself. Let's go now."

"what?"

Feng Mian was pulled by Granny Yu, and the group went to the main courtyard together.

The door to the east wing was ajar.

Granny Yu stopped and gently knocked on the door.

"Your Highness, I have come on His Highness's orders to escort you to the military camp to celebrate the New Year with the soldiers."

There was a moment of silence in the room, followed by Mo Sangyu's calm and composed voice: "Come in."

Granny Yu pushed open the door and entered.

There, Mo Sangyu was wearing a new dress she had sewn herself, leaning against a soft couch by the window reading a book.

She raised her head at the sound, her gaze sweeping lightly over Granny Yu and the others.

"Why bother making the trip? I'm not really into crowds."

Granny Yu stepped forward and bowed before speaking.

Her posture was respectful but not subservient: "Your Highness, this old servant would like to apologize to you first."

Mo Sangyu's eyebrow twitched almost imperceptibly.

"What crime has the nanny committed?"

"It was my oversight that caused me to neglect the Princess Consort. According to the rules, I should have informed her earlier. When everyone was leaving the residence, I should have picked her up first before we went together. It was my negligence, and I beg the Princess Consort to punish me!"

Granny Yu spoke very sincerely, and immediately knelt down after she finished speaking.

Qingwu and Yuhe, who were behind him, also knelt down.

This has stumped Mo Sangyu.

She's a person who fears nothing but a little bit of... sincerity.

She was still wearing clothes that someone had sewn stitch by stitch.

"You flatter me, Granny."

Mo Sangyu got up and went over to help Granny Yu up.

"You take Fengmian with you, I'll be going tonight..."

"Princess."

Yu, who had already stood up, knelt down again: "His Highness specifically sent this old servant to fetch you. If you don't go, it means this old servant has failed in her duty and hasn't been able to appease the Princess Consort."

Mo Sangyu: "You all know what I'm like when I'm angry, right? Is it like this now?"

"..."

Granny Yu remained kneeling and motionless.

Fengmian wanted to offer some words of advice, but then felt that it was wrong.

That would be betrayal, Miss.

So she remained silent.

And so, the stalemate continued for a moment.

"OK."

Mo Sangyu didn't know what came over her, but she suddenly agreed.

"Get up, don't spoil the fun."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

A restrained smile appeared on Granny Yu's face.

The group left the main courtyard and walked through the snow-covered courtyard.

Outside the mansion gate, an inconspicuous but sturdy and warm carriage waited quietly.

Mo Sangyu boarded the carriage, with Feng Mian, Qingwu, and Yuhe attending to her, while Granny Yu sat beside the carriage shaft.

The wheels crunched over the snow, making a squeaking sound, as they drove away from the prince's residence and headed towards the military camp.

As night deepened, the snow reflected off the road ahead, and the surroundings were silent except for the rhythmic sound of horses' hooves and wheels.

Halfway there.

A sharp and unparalleled sword aura suddenly slashed towards their carriage without warning.

"Be careful!"

The sword energy came too suddenly, catching everyone off guard.

"boom!"

Mo Sangyu's voice, along with the sound of the carriage shattering into pieces, came almost simultaneously.

"what!"

"what!"

Feng Mian and the others screamed in terror.

The horses pulling the cart were startled and neighed, their front hooves rearing up and throwing everyone off the cart.

Fortunately, the surrounding area was covered with thick snow, which prevented everyone from being seriously injured.

Mo Sangyu glanced at their respective locations to make sure they were all alright before turning her gaze forward.

As the snowflakes and wood chips fell slowly, visibility gradually improved.

A figure stood quietly in the snow not far away.

The man was dressed in a gray-black outfit that blended seamlessly into the night. He was tall and thin, and his face was covered with a black cloth, revealing only a pair of cold, venomous eyes.

He held a slender sword in his hand, its blade gleaming with an eerie light. The sword that had just cleaved the carriage was clearly his own.

Mo Sangyu recognized him.

It's the one who ran away last time, one of the Imperial Guards.

"Miss Mo, you have quite the nerve!"

His voice came through in a chilling tone: "How dare you betray His Majesty!"

"betray?"

Mo Sangyu stared intently at the man, and sneered, "When did I betray you?"

"I sent you to assassinate Feng Xingyu, and what have you done?"

The man roared in uncontrollable rage, "You actually saved him? Openly defying His Majesty! Mo Sangyu, I'll send you away first today, then sell your sister to a brothel and make her wish she were dead!"

"..."

Mo Sangyu's heart suddenly clenched.

She's had enough!

"Miss!"

"Princess!"

Fengmian and Qingwu got up from the snow and saw the man. Although they were very scared, they still ran to Mo Sangyu and protected her.

Granny Yu fell a little far away from them, but very close to the man.

She slowly got up, picked up a large rock from somewhere, and suddenly charged at the man: "I'll kill you!"

"Granny!"

Mo Sangyu did not act immediately because she was considering the needs of the women.

With her current strength, she would need to use some methods to kill the man in front of her.

However, to ensure their safety, she could not act rashly.

But at that moment, Granny Yu rushed over without regard for her own safety. It was too late to stop her, and she was forced to act prematurely.

The man smiled contemptuously and thrust his long sword toward Granny Yu's chest.

At the same time, Mo Sangyu's spiritual power transformed into a sharp blade, also attacking the man's chest.

Sensing danger, the man could only sheathe his sword and sidestep, kicking Granny Yu away in the process.

Mo Sangyu rushed over quickly and caught Yu Mama, who had been kicked away.

The immense impact caused her to stagger backward while holding the person.

The man reacted extremely quickly. After dodging the previous spiritual attack, he barely paused. With a flick of his wrist, he slashed his longsword fiercely at Mo Sangyu.

With the injured Granny Yu in her arms, Mo Sangyu had no time to dodge. She could only raise her hand and use her arm to block the man's fatal sword strike.

"laugh!"

The sound of the sword blade slicing through clothing and cutting into flesh was exceptionally clear in the silent snowy night.

Eighty percent of the damage was transferred to Feng Xingyu.

The pain was not intense.

Looking at the shallow wound, a look of surprise flashed in the man's eyes, as if he hadn't expected the sword strike to be so ineffective.

Taking advantage of his momentary pause, Mo Sangyu quickly retreated several steps while carrying Granny Yu, and delivered her to Feng Mian Qingwu and Yu He.

"Take good care of the old woman, stand back a bit!"

Her voice was calm and composed as she pulled Feng Mian, who was about to step forward to block her, back to her side.

The whole process was smooth and quick, taking only a moment.

The man had regained his senses, his eyes filled with even more killing intent. He let out a low roar and charged forward again with his sword raised!

The sword light flashed like a venomous snake's tongue, aiming straight for Mo Sangyu's face.

Before she could retreat, Feng Mian and the others were right behind her.

In a desperate attempt to ensure their safety, Mo Sangyu quickly mobilized all the spiritual power she could muster, conjuring a transparent bulletproof glass barrier that slammed into the man.

The man saw nothing, only felt himself crash into an incredibly thick wall of bronze and iron, and was sent flying more than ten meters away.

He propped himself up, coughing up a mouthful of blood. He felt as if his internal organs had shifted, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

The man looked up in horror at Mo Sangyu, who was standing still.

What was that just now?

He clearly didn't see anything!

Could there be other experts nearby?

Seeing that there was no chance to kill Mo Sangyu, the man decided to escape first and look for another opportunity later.

pity.

This time, Mo Sangyu will not give him this chance again.

The man had just stood up when Mo Sangyu rushed towards him.

She raised her hand, and spiritual energy gathered between her fingers, transforming once more.

Countless transparent arrows, radiating a deadly chill, instantly materialized in front of her.

They were densely packed, overwhelming, blocking all possible escape routes for the man.