His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

The man's pupils contracted.

He could feel the extreme danger approaching from all directions, but he couldn't see what it was at all.

It's neither true qi nor sword qi.

Instead, it was a different kind of real damage, one he had never seen before, one that could be fatal.

He was completely overwhelmed by fear.

He wanted to parry with his sword, but didn't know where to block; he wanted to roll over and dodge, but found there was nowhere to hide.

"No!"

The man let out a desperate and unwilling roar.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Countless transparent arrows pierced his body, penetrating flesh and tearing his veins.

The man's body trembled violently, and countless tiny blood flowers burst open on his body, leaving fine blood holes on his torso, limbs, and even face.

Like a broken doll, it was pinned to the spot by an invisible force, blood gushing out and staining a large area of ​​snow red.

His cold, dark eyes stared wide-eyed, filled with bewilderment and terror until his death, not knowing how he had died.

at last.

The snow-covered landscape fell silent once more, save for the mournful howl of the cold wind.

Mo Sangyu was slightly out of breath, her face even paler than the snow on the ground.

Mobilizing all her spiritual power at once and forcibly unleashing such a devastating attack caused her dantian to throb with pain and her vision to blur.

She managed to stay upright and slowly turned around to look at the few people behind her who were still in shock.

Fengmian, Qingwu, and Yuhe were already terrified.

Even the injured Granny Yu forgot her pain, staring blankly at the gruesome corpse in the snow.

"Miss...?"

Feng Mian's voice trembled with tears: "Your arm..."

"fine."

Mo Sangyu patted her head reassuringly, but then staggered back a few steps.

A strong hand suddenly supported her back, stabilizing her body.

She turned her head and saw Feng Xingyu's stunningly beautiful but cold face.

Look down.

Unsurprisingly, his arm was covered in blood.

"Can you still walk?"

Feng Xingyu asked calmly, "Shall we return to the manor, or go to the military camp?"

"The people have been dealt with, so of course we'll go to the military camp."

"it is good."

Feng Xingyu picked her up with one hand and strode towards the military camp.

Mo Sangyu had just exerted too much force and was still dizzy, so she naturally didn't resist and let him carry her.

But this way of holding her feels like... holding a daughter.

Why not carry her in a princess carry?

Ok.

He only has one arm he can use now.

Behind them, Feng Mian and the others, supporting Granny Yu, immediately followed.

When Granny Yu saw Mo Sangyu being held by His Highness, she was first taken aback, then a bittersweet smile appeared on her face.

Perhaps, His Highness has truly met someone who can treat him with genuine sincerity.

The group arrived at the entrance of the military camp, where Gu Jinzhi and Luo Ming were waiting.

When they saw Feng Xingyu carrying Mo Sangyu back, a look of surprise flashed across everyone's faces.

Good guy.

What's going on? Why are they hugging?

His Highness was sitting around the campfire with them, and he was sitting there peacefully when he suddenly stood up and left in a hurry without saying a word.

They thought something had happened, but then...?

He went to personally fetch the prince's consort?

However, although everyone was very surprised, no one asked any questions. Instead, they all looked solemn and even a little angry.

"What happened?"

Feng Xingyu immediately noticed something was wrong.

Gu Jinzhi said in a deep voice, "Let's talk about it back in the tent."

The group returned to the main camp.

Feng Xingyu placed Mo Sangyu on the simple bed. She was feeling drowsy, but her spiritual energy was slowly recovering.

"Your Highness, not long after you left, another imperial edict was sent from the capital..."

Gu Jinzhi was usually calm, but when he talked about this, he couldn't help but let his emotions show, his voice filled with suppressed anger.

After he finished speaking, Yan Qing took a crumpled imperial edict and handed it to Feng Xingyu.

Feng Xingyu took it and glanced at it briefly.

He remained indifferent and did not react much.

It's as if they've become numb to this kind of thing.

"Your Highness!"

Yan Qing's fists clenched so tightly they cracked: "If this doesn't work, I'll go back and kill him!"

Gu Jinzhi glanced at him: "If you want to kill him, I'm afraid you won't even be able to enter the capital."

Just as the atmosphere was tense, Luo Ming noticed the blood on Feng Xingyu's arm.

He was wearing dark clothes, and the lighting was rather dim, which is why no one noticed him at first.

"Your Highness."

Luo Ming silently went to get the first-aid kit: "Let's treat the wound first."

He pulled Feng Xingyu along to treat the injury on his arm.

At this moment, Mo Sangyu, who had been resting with his eyes closed, slowly opened them.

She reached out her hand to Feng Xingyu. Feng Xingyu glanced at her, and without exchanging a word, he understood her meaning and placed the imperial edict in her hand.

After reading the contents of the imperial edict, Mo Sangyu threw it aside with a "thud".

No one spoke in the entire tent; the atmosphere was somber and oppressive.

Only Luo Ming silently bandaged Feng Xingyu's wounds.

Since Mo Sangyu came to their prince's residence, Luo Ming has developed a habit.

That means carrying a first-aid kit with you at all times.

Even on a day like New Year's Eve, he didn't forget to bring his medicine kit.

As it turned out, he was prescient.

Just as Luo Ming was about to pack up his medical kit, Feng Xingyu suddenly said, "Give her a bandage too."

"What?"

Luo Ming was stunned for a moment, then slapped his forehead.

I almost forgot, there's also the Crown Princess.

"I'm fine."

Mo Sangyu lightly shook her hand; she didn't intend to let Luo Ming bandage this minor injury.

Besides, once Feng Xingyu's injuries heal, she will naturally be fine.

Luo Ming didn't say anything, but silently carried the medicine box over, which gave off a rather unyielding air.

Looking at his somber face, Mo Sangyu, who was always a man of his word, actually... just let him have his way.

The whole process was quick; Luo Ming was skilled and finished bandaging in no time.

The atmosphere inside the tent remained as oppressive as thick ink that couldn't be dissolved; an invisible gloom lingered in everyone's hearts.

"Don't stay here, everyone."

Feng Xingyu stood up and glanced at everyone in the tent: "Everyone, get out and continue drinking and eating."

He paused, glancing at the crumpled, bright yellow scroll that Mo Sangyu had tossed aside, his eyes turning colder: "Don't let unimportant people spoil everyone's fun."

Gu Jinzhi took a deep breath and said first, "Your Highness is right."

Yan Qing also punched his chest hard, as if trying to dispel the pent-up frustration: "Yeah, it's the New Year, bad luck!"

Supported by Qingwu, Granny Yu, her face pale, forced herself to speak and said, "This old servant will go to the kitchen and see if I can get everyone some more hot food."

After that, everyone left the camp one after another.

Seeing that Granny Yu's expression was not right, Luo Ming quickly picked up his medicine box and chased after her.

Feng Xingyu walked to the door, paused slightly, and turned back to look at Mo Sangyu, who was still sitting by the bed.

Her eyelids were lowered, and she seemed lost in thought. Her profile appeared somewhat cold in the dim light.

"And you?"

He spoke, his voice devoid of much emotion: "Want to go out for a drink?"

Mo Sangyu raised her eyes and met his gaze for a moment.

The light from the campfire outside shone through the gaps in the tent flaps onto his sharply defined face, flickering in and out.

"You go first."

Mo Sangyu said in a low voice, "I'll come back later."

The atmosphere between the two of them had become somewhat subtle and strange at some point.

Feng Xingyu didn't say anything more, just nodded, and then turned and left the tent.

In the end, only Mo Sangyu remained in the tent.

She closed her eyes, slowly adjusted her breathing, and began to meditate and regulate her breath.

After quickly recovering her spiritual power, the first thing she did was take the imperial edict and go outside.

She walked right behind Feng Xingyu and called out.

"Your Highness."

The sound wasn't loud, but it possessed a peculiar penetrating power, instantly overwhelming the surrounding noise.

Feng Xingyu turned his head to look.

Gu Jinzhi, Yan Qing, Luo Ming, Yuan Zhao...

Everyone around the campfire, and even the soldiers further away, instinctively stopped what they were doing and talking, and all looked up at her.

Mo Sangyu, dressed in a black and red outfit, stood between the snow and the firelight, holding a swirl of dazzling bright yellow in her hand. With a flick of her wrist, it suddenly burst into flames.

In an instant, it turned to ashes.

"..."

The silence was so profound you could hear a pin drop.

The Crown Princess... burned the imperial edict?

That's not the point!

The key question is, what did she use to burn it?

What bizarre kung fu!

After burning the imperial edict, Mo Sangyu walked to the side, picked up a small jar of wine, and gently touched the wine cup in Feng Xingyu's hand: "Your Highness."

She asked him a question that struck at the very core: "Are you going to continue enduring this?"

Feng Xingyu stared at her for a long time before asking, "What are you trying to say?"

"He so obviously wants you dead, and you're still going to keep putting up with it?"

What can I do?

"You can go against it."

"..."

Mo Sangyu's words were like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's ears.

反？

This word, in fact, everyone has thought about it countless times in their hearts.

However, no one has ever dared to say it so openly, like Mo Sangyu!

After a moment of silence, Gu Jinzhi sighed and said, "Princess Consort, please don't joke around. Such words should not be spoken carelessly."

"joke?"

Mo Sangyu looked at him, her gaze icy: "Do I look like I'm joking?"

"..."

"Such an absurd reason, once isn't enough, why do you have to use it again?"

"The Princess Consort is right!"

Mo Sangyu's words resonated strongly with Yan Qing.

"It was one thing for him to say he was ill and needed the thousand-year-old tree bark from the Black Swamp before, but now that the Imperial Concubine is also ill and needs the same bark... He might as well just say he wants His Highness's life. If His Highness dies, their illnesses will naturally be cured without medicine!"

"Yes, no matter how powerful His Highness is, he can't withstand such pressure..." Yuan Zhao said resentfully.

"So what do you think?"

Feng Xingyu asked expressionlessly, "What should we do?"

Yan Qing and Yuan Zhao exchanged a glance.

The two did not give a clear answer, but their meaning was obvious.

If they could, they really wouldn't want to put up with it anymore.

"The princess doesn't understand the situation, and neither do you? You're just blindly following along."

Gu Jinzhi said sternly, "Don't mention this matter again."

"so."

Mo Sangyu turned to Gu Jinzhi, her words sharp: "Mr. Gu, do you intend to send His Highness to the Black Swamp again, or to have him directly punished for disobeying the imperial decree?"

Gu Jinzhi rubbed his temples.

"Your Highness, rebellion is not a simple matter. Do you think we haven't considered it?"

"What's the problem? Tell me about it."