His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

She clung to Feng Xingyu like an octopus.

Feng Xingyu had never seen such a scene before.

He regretted it a little. Why had he been so obedient? He had told her to go home, and she had gone home right away.

Mo Sangyu lay on his back, her arms wrapped around his strong waist, muttering indistinctly, "This bed is so hard, it's not comfortable to sleep on at all..."

Feng Xingyu: "..."

She felt it was hard, but he felt...it was so soft.

Feng Xingyu's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

He grabbed Mo Sangyu's hand, trying to pull her off his back.

As a result, Mo Sangyu not only didn't loosen her grip, but instead held on even tighter.

"Mo Sangyu, let go."

"Don't move!"

Mo Sangyu climbed up and pressed her burning face against the back of his neck, then wrapped her arms around his neck.

Feng Xingyu tensed up even more, the warm, moist breath and smell of alcohol coming from his neck making the veins on his forehead throb.

He took a deep breath and told himself not to argue with a drunkard.

The carriage wheels rolled over the snow, making a monotonous sound.

Inside the carriage, only her unsteady breathing and his slightly quickened heartbeat could be heard.

Finally, we arrived at the prince's residence.

Feng Xingyu practically carried her down from the carriage.

Her steps were unsteady, most of her weight resting on him, and she mumbled instructions: "Left... no, right... my room... where is it again?"

Feng Xingyu was too lazy to waste words with her, so he simply picked her up and strode towards the main courtyard.

Once inside the room, I placed her on the bed.

He tried to leave, but she suddenly grabbed him and wouldn't let go. She opened her eyes groggily, her voice slurred with drunkenness: "Feng Xingyu... come with me, I'll protect you... from being bullied."

"..."

Feng Xingyu felt a slight tremor in his heart.

He smiled almost imperceptibly: "You're drunk. If you still say that tomorrow, then I... I'll stick with you."

Mo Sangyu's eyes were glazed over, and it was unclear whether she had heard Feng Xingyu's words. She only responded with a "okay" before suddenly pulling him down with force.

Caught off guard, Feng Xingyu was pulled forward by her, almost pressing down on her.

He managed to brace himself against the bed frame in time, thus avoiding a direct collision.

The two were so close that they could hear each other breathing.

The faint scent of wine emanating from her, mixed with her unique fragrance, wafted towards you.

In the dim light, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were moist, and there was a hint of confusion and dependence in them.

Feng Xingyu's Adam's apple bobbed again, and his eyes darkened.

"Mo Sangyu".

His voice was low and hoarse: "Do you know what you're doing?"

The only response he received was Mo Sangyu's gradually steady breathing.

Damn woman.

After flirting, I went to sleep.

Feng Xingyu maintained his bent-over posture, staring at her sleeping face for a long time. His gaze then shifted downwards and, for some reason, landed on her lips.

A sense of restlessness suddenly rose within me.

He sat up abruptly, pulled the blanket over her, and quickly left.

The cold wind howled through the corridor outside the door, dispelling the undue heat emanating from his body.

He looked up at the dark, starless sky, his eyes regaining their usual calm and indifference.

……

The next day.

Mo Sangyu sat up in bed.

She frowned as she looked around the room.

How did she get back last night?

Mo Sangyu rubbed her groggy head, feeling somewhat annoyed.

She remembered clearly that last night she wanted to instigate Feng Xingyu and the others to rebel, and also to help her rescue the original owner's sister.

Later, realizing that rebellion was not an option, they were allowed to break away from the Great You and establish themselves as kings.

and then?

Did they agree?

Mo Sangyu felt like he had blacked out from drinking.

How is that possible?

In her past life, she had never known what it felt like to be drunk. The original owner's body was simply...

Make her lose face!

Mo Sangyu got out of bed. Feng Mian had already returned from the military camp. Hearing the commotion in the room, he immediately went in to serve her.

"Miss, you're awake?"

"Fengmian, I drank too much last night. I didn't do anything that would make me look foolish, did I?"

"...Oh, no...no."

Feng Mian said no, but his eyes darted around nervously.

This person clearly doesn't lie.

"explain."

Mo Sangyu pressed him coldly, "What did I do?"

Feng Mian lowered her head and whispered, "It's nothing, it's just that I hugged His Highness, climbed up his legs and waist, and asked him to take you home to sleep... that's all."

Mo Sangyu: "..."

Feng Mian thought for a moment and then added, "In front of everyone."

"...Alright, that's enough."

A lifetime of illustrious reputation.

The original owner's broken body was ruined.

After washing up and changing her clothes, Mo Sangyu opened the door and looked around. Seeing no one in the courtyard, she stepped out.

"Mo Sangyu".

After taking only a few steps, they heard Feng Xingyu's voice: "Come here for a moment, I have something I want to ask you."

Mo Sangyu's body stiffened for a moment.

After turning around, everything returned to normal.

She smiled at Feng Xingyu: "Good morning, Your Highness."

I've never laughed so unnaturally before.

"You haven't forgotten what happened last night, have you?"

Feng Xingyu didn't beat around the bush and asked directly.

"last night……"

Mo Sangyu felt a little uneasy. She looked at Feng Mian beside her and asked with her eyes if she had done anything more outrageous yesterday.

Feng Mian shook his head.

Seeing this, she was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Feng Mian silently said, "This servant doesn't know either."

"Instead of asking her, you should ask me."

Feng Xingyu sneered and turned to go to his study.

Mo Sangyu followed and stood at the door: "So, what exactly did I do last night?"

"Come in and speak."

Feng Xingyu walked to the desk, poured himself a cup of tea that had just been brewed that morning, and took a sip.

Mo Sangyu, standing at the door, tried hard to recall last night.

I vaguely remember that she seemed to have... pulled Feng Xingyu onto her bed.

God!

Could she have gotten drunk and taken advantage of Feng Xingyu to sleep with him?!

She had never been drunk in her past life, nor had she ever slept with anyone, so she didn't know what it would feel like to sleep with someone else.

She rubbed her lower back.

I don't feel anything.

"Feng Xingyu, what exactly did I do last night?"

"You really don't remember?"

Feng Xingyu put down his teacup, a hint of disappointment on his face: "If that's the case, then so be it. Just pretend you... never..."

"No!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Sangyu quickly interrupted him: "We can't just pretend it never happened. I...I...I'm not an irresponsible person."

"…Um?"

"What I mean is... tell me, and I'll take responsibility."

Feng Xingyu: "..."

She realized that she might have misunderstood something.

But he showed no intention of explaining, and instead went along with her, saying, "That would be best."

Mo Sangyu stared at him with wide eyes.

So, she really slept with him?

Judging by his face and physique alone, he's not bad off.

However, after drinking the wine, he felt nothing at all. Mo Sangyu was like Pigsy eating ginseng fruit, unable to taste anything after finishing it!

It's still a bit of a loss.

After all, it was her first time living two lives.

Seeing her gloomy expression, and wondering what she was thinking about, Feng Xingyu asked coldly, "What's wrong? Regretting it again?"

"...That's true to some extent."

Mo Sangyu was secretly annoyed.

She shouldn't have impulsively said she would take responsibility.

"What did you say?"

Feng Xingyu's face darkened: "You regret it?"

"Um... I drank too much and don't remember anything. Don't take anything I said or did seriously."

"Mo Sangyu!"

"Don't be angry, I'm leaving now!"

Mo Sangyu turned around and ran away.

"..."

Feng Xingyu could hardly believe what he was hearing.

How could there be a woman like Mo Sangyu in this world?

simply……

Thankfully it wasn't true, otherwise he definitely wouldn't have been able to resist strangling her.

As soon as Mo Sangyu turned around, she ran into Yan Qing and Gu Jinzhi, who were walking towards her.

"Your Highness, it's perfect that you're here. Let's talk about what happened last night," Gu Jinzhi said seriously.

Are you talking about last night again?

Mo Sangyu's heart tightened, and she subconsciously wanted to avoid the topic.

"I drank too much last night, I don't remember anything."

She chuckled dryly twice, then tried to walk past them and leave: "Ugh, my head hurts so much, I need to go back and get some more sleep..."

"Princess!"

Gu Jin stepped forward, blocking her path, his expression unusually solemn: "This matter is of great importance. I request that the Princess Consort move to the study to discuss it with His Highness and us."

Yan Qing nodded vigorously, "That's right, Your Highness, we've been thinking about what you said last night all night, and the more we think about it, the more we feel... it's not entirely impossible."

Mo Sangyu was stunned.

Judging from their demeanor, it didn't seem like they wanted to investigate her drunken misconduct and improper behavior towards Feng Xingyu. Rather, it seemed like they wanted to discuss the third option she mentioned last night.

Mo Sangyu's embarrassment and annoyance vanished instantly, replaced by a strange excitement.

"Are you... serious?" she asked tentatively.

"Nothing could be more serious."

Gu Jinzhi said in a deep voice, "Although it is quite difficult, Your Highness is in a situation where there is no way to retreat. The only way to survive is to fight back from the brink of defeat."

"Um."

Mo Sangyu nodded.

indeed.

They've retreated to a dead end; where else can they retreat to?

"What does Your Highness mean?"

At this moment, Mo Sangyu was reluctant to go into the study to face Feng Xingyu, so she thought she would first try to find out Feng Xingyu's thoughts from Gu Jinzhi.

Before Gu Jinzhi could speak, Feng Xingyu came out of the study.

A mocking smile played on his lips: "If you want to know what I mean, wouldn't it be better to just ask me?"

Mo Sangyu choked for a moment.

Her momentum inexplicably weakened.

I feel guilty for doing something wrong.

Fine, as long as I don't make her take responsibility, I'll do whatever she wants.

Feelings are something you shouldn't mess with.

Yan Qing quietly tugged at Gu Jinzhi's sleeve and whispered, "Mr. Gu, have you noticed that His Highness is acting strangely today? He seems... like he's harboring resentment?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

Gu Jinzhi actually sensed it too.

His Highness's attitude towards the Princess Consort is... very strange.

After Feng Xingyu finished speaking, he returned to his study.

Yan Qing followed him inside: "Your Highness, didn't you return with the Princess Consort last night? Why do you look so pale? Didn't you sleep well?"

Mo Sangyu: "..."

Could it be that she kept him up all night?