His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Feng Xingyu's black robe was stained with blood, his dark hair was disheveled and stuck to his sweat-dampened forehead, and his face was as pale as paper.

He pressed one hand against his chest, bracing himself against the door frame, black blood spilling from the corner of his lips again. His body swayed precariously, his eyes icy, filled with a surging ferocity as he stared at Mo Sangyu.

now.

Mo Sangyu was already full; she had just ladled out a bowl of soup but hadn't drunk it yet.

Hearing the loud crash of the door being flung open, she smiled slightly and calmly continued drinking her soup.

My wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Mo Sangyu looked up at him, her slender fingers wiping away the black bloodstains from the corner of his lips. She gently shook her head and sighed, "Your Highness, what happened? How did you get yourself into such a sorry state?"

"Mo Sangyu!"

Feng Xingyu turned his head away, called her name once, and then began vomiting blood.

Upon witnessing this scene, Luo Ming was so frightened that his legs went weak and he was completely at a loss.

There's only one antidote left.

What should I do? What should I do?

If this last antidote doesn't work, then Your Highness...

He simply couldn't bear to think about it.

"Your Highness!"

After a moment of panic, Luo Ming forced himself to calm down, ran over barefoot, and fed the last of the medicine into Feng Xingyu's mouth.

"Thank God, this last antidote must work!"

Hearing Luo Ming's mutterings, Mo Sangyu turned to look at him, revealing a charming yet innocent expression: "Instead of praying to God for protection, you might as well beg me."

"...What?"

Luo Ming thought he had misheard.

But then, after Mo Sangyu finished speaking, he picked up the bowl of soup again to drink it.

That madman!

Feng Xingyu snatched the soup bowl from her hand and smashed it on the ground.

It was smashed to pieces.

Qingwu and Yuhe were already terrified, kneeling on the ground and not daring to look up for even a second.

The two were still confused and didn't know what had happened.

Why is Your Highness angry?

Could it be that he didn't want this woman to die?

Luo Ming glanced at the spilled soup on the ground, his eyes momentarily pausing.

The princess's food was poisoned, but the one who was poisoned was His Highness.

This……

Luo Ming suddenly felt that his brain wasn't working properly.

That's too weird.

"Your Highness."

Mo Sangyu leaned back lazily in her chair, looking at Feng Xingyu with a knowing look in her eyes, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Feng Xingyu ignored Mo Sangyu and instead kicked the entire table over to prevent the woman from taking another bite.

Bowls, plates, and dishes were broken all over the floor.

Hearing the commotion, Granny Yu rushed in from outside: "Your Highness, what's wrong? You..."

Feng Xingyu grabbed Mo Sangyu by the back of her collar, pulled her up, and held her tightly in his arms with one hand. His eyes were red, and his voice was fierce: "From today onwards, anyone who dares to cause the Crown Princess to lose a single hair will be punished according to military law!"

"..."

Everyone was completely bewildered.

Everyone knows that the Crown Princess was sent by the Emperor of Dayou to assassinate His Highness. She arrived just last night and killed two brothers who had fought alongside His Highness through thick and thin. How could His Highness possibly keep her alive?

But what exactly is going on right now?

Did you hear me clearly?

Seeing that no one reacted, he spoke again: "If this situation happens again, no matter who it is, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Upon hearing this, Granny Yu's expression changed slightly.

His Highness is actually protecting this woman who wants to harm him?

Granny Yu looked at Feng Xingyu with worry and heartache before silently turning and leaving.

The two men, Qingwu and his companion, exchanged glances and quickly got up and left.

Luo Ming observed Feng Xingyu's condition and, after confirming that the poison had not recurred, breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

His gaze swept over Mo Sangyu, who was held captive in Feng Xingyu's arms. He saw that she did not struggle or resist at all, but instead kept smiling.

But that smile, no matter how you look at it, seems eerie and full of danger.

As Luo Ming recalled what had just happened, the more he thought about it, the more his scalp tingled.

"Weren't you going to kill me?"

Mo Sangyu raised her head in his arms: "Why is Your Highness so cowardly?"

"..."

Feng Xingyu pushed Mo Sangyu away, looked at her with icy eyes, and before he could speak, he fainted.

"Your Highness!"

After Luo Ming took Feng Xingyu away, leaving only Mo Sangyu in the room, she couldn't help but frown and rub her stomach.

This is a case of her inflicting a thousand wounds on the enemy while losing two hundred of her own.

My stomach cramped several times.

It has to be said that this man's physique is exceptionally strong.

Even this won't kill you.

It seems that this man cannot die before she breaks the seal.

She needs to carefully plan what to do next.

Mo Sangyu stepped out of the room.

This time, no one stopped her.

However, the soldiers at the gate and the servants in the courtyard were still hostile towards her.

Mo Sangyu didn't care.

She wandered around the dilapidated mansion and finally came to a conclusion.

So poor.

So poor, so poor, so poor.

Everything was dilapidated and broken down.

The Great You Dynasty was prosperous and its people were strong.

Yet the prince's residence, guarding the frontier, was so shabby.

It is clear how much the emperor disliked this seventh prince.

In this respect, she is quite similar to him.

In her past life, she was also one of those people who were not well received in their special, secretive family.

After familiarizing himself with the route, Mo Sangyu went directly to the woodshed.

The two maids who came here with the original owner as part of her dowry were detained in the woodshed the night before they arrived at the prince's residence.

She pushed open the door.

Behind her, the followers who were watching her saw her run to the woodshed to rescue people and were about to step forward to stop her, but were pulled back by Qingwu and Yuhe who arrived in time, signaling them not to make any rash moves.

Mo Sangyu chuckled softly, seemingly oblivious to everything behind her.

She went straight into the woodshed and saw two maids with their mouths gagged with rags and tied to a pillar.

Upon seeing her enter, the two were overjoyed and kept whispering something to her.

Mo Sangyu slightly raised her finger, sensing the meager spiritual energy within her body. A blue light condensed at her fingertip, and the spiritual energy transformed into a sharp blade. With a casual wave, she cut the ropes binding the two people from a distance.

"Miss!"

"……Miss."

"Let's talk in our room."

After rescuing the two, Mo Sangyu turned and left the woodshed.

The two had no choice but to swallow back the words they were about to say and silently follow behind Mo Sangyu.

……

The night is getting darker.

Inside the main courtyard, candlelight shone brightly.

Feng Xingyu has already woken up.

He sat half-sitting, half-leaning on the carved wooden bed, his white nightgown slightly open, revealing the snow-white bandages wrapped around his chest and abdomen, one spot still stained with dark red.

His once impeccably dressed and menacing figure now revealed a rare weakness, as if he had been forcibly suppressed, like a ferocious beast that had temporarily sheathed its claws and was resting in the shadows.

Luo Ming had just finished packing his medicine kit when his face was filled with disbelief.

The strategist Gu Jinzhi, who was sitting to the side, had a slightly solemn expression.

Two armored lieutenants stood at the foot of the bed, their hands on their swords, their faces filled with indignation.

The indoor atmosphere is condensing.

Luo Ming broke the silence first: "How can there be such an evil skill in this world, transferring all the harm to Your Highness? Then...aren't we completely helpless against her?"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at him.

Lieutenant Yuan Zhao said coldly, "No matter what, she killed the Lin and Hu brothers; this revenge must be taken!"

"How should we report this situation?"

"There will always be a way to solve it."

After they finished speaking, they both looked at the strategist Gu Jinzhi.

Yuan Zhao said indignantly, "Mr. Gu, say something! Are we just going to let that vixen run rampant in the mansion?"

"This matter is indeed somewhat difficult to handle."

Gu Jinzhi had just opened his mouth when another deputy general, Yan Qing, suddenly turned around and walked out: "I'm going to meet her."