His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"Shut up!"

From the study came Feng Xingyu's angry voice.

Mo Sangyu turned to leave, but Gu Jinzhi called out to her, "Your Highness, the door to the study is this way."

Everyone knows the study is over there.

He shouldn't talk so much!

Gu Jinzhi looked at her with a smile: "Please go first, Your Highness."

How come I never realized before that Gu Jinzhi was so cunning?

Row.

Go in then.

Mo Sangyu walked into the study and casually found a place to sit down.

Yan Qing immediately poured a cup of tea and fawned over her, saying, "Your Highness, please have some tea first."

"Um."

Mo Sangyu glanced at him, took the glass, and sipped it lightly before urging, "What do you have to say about the suggestion I made last night? Speak up quickly."

Gu Jinzhi walked in and closed the study door: "Princess Consort, you were the one who brought this up, so we'd like to hear your plan first. You should have a preliminary plan, right?"

"..."

She has a yarn.

Those were just things she said on a whim.

However, since they think it's feasible, isn't the initial planning a simple matter?

Mo Sangyu pondered for a moment, glanced at Feng Xingyu sitting behind the desk with an expressionless face, and then immediately looked away at Gu Jinzhi.

"My plan is to buy time, find another base, divide the 100,000 troops into dozens of teams, hide them, and then slowly move them away."

Find another base?

indeed.

This area is within the territory of the Great You Kingdom. If we were to occupy it directly, the news would reach the capital within a few days, which is simply unrealistic.

Gu Jinzhi looked at Feng Xingyu, and the two exchanged a glance. After a moment of silence, Gu Jinzhi asked again, "Could you explain in more detail?"

"First, you should come up with a reason to tell the Emperor of Dayou that His Highness cannot go to the Black Swamp during this period. It's not that he is disobeying the imperial decree, but that he simply cannot go during this time. Delay it for as many days as you can."

"During this time, we should find a suitable base as soon as possible, disperse our forces, and quickly hide. After that..."

Mo Sangyu turned to look at Feng Xingyu, her expression serious: "I will help you fake your death and establish a regime with a new identity to reduce the suspicion and fear of the Great You Emperor."

"How to fake death?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Xingyu's expression remained unchanged, and his voice was calm and indifferent: "Trying to deceive the Emperor of Dayou is not as easy as you think."

"Don't worry."

Mo Sangyu smiled confidently: "I have my own way."

"Your Highness, he promised to pay three months' worth of military pay in advance, but it hasn't arrived yet. Why don't we use this as an excuse to delay? We can say that Your Highness's injury hasn't healed yet and you need to rest for a few more days. Once the military pay arrives, it will also relieve some of the pressure."

Gu Jinzhi pondered for a long time and felt that Mo Sangyu's suggestion was excellent. He even felt a surge of excitement.

They have been biding their time and lying low for eight years, but they still don't have enough strength to contend with them. Perhaps they should have tried a different path a long time ago.

Feng Xingyu didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly.

"Mr. Gu, last night you said we were too poor and this path wouldn't work, so why do you now think it's feasible?"

Yan Qing, who had been listening silently, finally raised a question.

Gu Jinzhi glared at him: "Find a way to earn it. As long as we can get out of this godforsaken place, how can a living person starve to death?"

Yan Qing shut up.

"Mo Sangyu".

Feng Xingyu suddenly looked at Mo Sangyu, his gaze becoming deep and sharp, his voice cold and detached: "What are you trying to achieve by doing all this?"

Mo Sangyu was taken aback by the question.

What is being sought?

It's understandable that Feng Xingyu would ask such a question.

After all, they had only known each other for a short time, and not long ago they were locked in a life-or-death struggle. If someone said they had no ulterior motives, no normal person would believe it.

Mo Sangyu also thought about this question carefully.

Why help Feng Xingyu plan these things?

If she really goes down this path, she definitely won't be able to get away in a short time.

So, why is that?

Because he's good-looking? That doesn't seem likely.

For justice? She doesn't have that kind of noble sentiment.

Or were you captivated by his personal charm?

It doesn't seem to have reached that point yet.

If it were for the sake of the original owner's sister, she could have used other methods to save her instead of paying such a high "price".

Mo Sangyu thought and thought, but ultimately couldn't come up with a suitable reason.

I guess it's because I don't find him that annoying; in fact, I find him rather... agreeable.

In addition, her biological father was a terrible person who pushed people too far, and she couldn't stand it.

Oh right.

There's also the Soul Contract.

Therefore, she needs him.

"Didn't I already say? Because we're bound by a soul contract, I need you to help me block damage, and also..."

Mo Sangyu said seriously, "You should know my younger sister, Mo Sangwan."

Soul Pact?

It turns out that this damage transfer mechanism is called a Soul Pact.

Mo Sangyu was a disciple of the Black Cloud Temple, but he had never heard of the Black Cloud Temple having anything called a Soul Contract.

This woman is shrouded in mystery.

The way she killed people last night was something that probably few experts in the entire Kyushu continent could withstand.

"I know."

Feng Xingyu looked at her calmly, waiting for her to continue.

"Your father and my father have been using her to threaten me into killing you. It's really annoying. Have your people in the capital find a way to rescue her and settle her in a safe place so she can live a safe and comfortable life."

Mo Sangyu thought for a moment and added, "If you really can't find a place like this, you can send it to me."

Feng Xingyu: "Is that all?"

"Just this one."

"Can."

He agreed readily.

This shows that the matter was very simple for him.

"Perfect."

Feng Xingyu looked at Gu Jinzhi and said, "Many soldiers' relatives are in the capital. This time, we will transfer them to a safe place to relieve their worries."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Gu Jinzhi's spirits lifted, and he immediately agreed.

Previously, His Highness had not explicitly stated that he would agree to this matter, but now that he has made arrangements, it means that he has already agreed.

Gu Jinzhi breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Before he came today, he had thought of a lot of arguments, determined to persuade His Highness no matter what, but in the end, he hadn't had a chance to use them.

It's all thanks to the princess consort!

"Very good!"

The person who was happiest upon hearing this news was Yan Qing.

He also has an elderly mother and a younger brother who have always stayed in the capital.

Once he gets them out of the capital, he will have no more worries.

"This matter should be handled as soon as possible; I will make arrangements now."

Gu Jinzhi said this and then hurriedly left.

Yan Qing was still excitedly standing there when Feng Xingyu glanced at him and asked, "Aren't you leaving?"

"Oh... I'm leaving too. I need to plan in detail how to disperse our 100,000 troops."

After saying that, he was about to leave excitedly, but he vaguely sensed the atmosphere between His Highness and the Crown Princess...

Never mind, business is more important.

Yan Qing strode out of the room and saw Feng Mian standing there waiting. He walked over and asked in a low voice, "Feng Mian, what happened between the Princess Consort and His Highness? Did they have a fight? Or was it last night...?"

Seeing his sly look, Feng Mian subconsciously took a few steps back: "Don't ask me, I don't know."

"have no idea?"

Yan Qing was very displeased with her action: "As the personal maid of the prince's consort, how come you know nothing? How can you serve someone like this?"

As he spoke, he took a step forward.

Feng Mian used to be very afraid of him, but now, after spending more time with Mo Sangyu, he has become much bolder.

"Mind your own business!"

She stomped on Yan Qing's foot and ran away angrily.

Yan Qing lifted his foot, wincing in pain, and pointed at Feng Mian's back before finally saying, "Truly... one is influenced by one's surroundings."

Realizing what he had said, he quickly covered his mouth.

No, no, that's not right.

Those who are near ink will not become black.

It should be described as brave and mighty!

Inside the study, everyone had left. Mo Sangyu was just about to find an excuse to leave quickly when she heard Feng Mian and Yan Qing talking outside. She immediately stood up and said, "I'll go out and see."

"etc."

Before he could take two steps, he was stopped by Feng Xingyu again.

Feng Xingyu walked up to her, slowly approaching, and forced her to sit back down in the chair.

With a wave of his hand, the study door was slammed shut.

"What are you doing?"

Mo Sangyu remained outwardly calm, but inwardly she felt somewhat uneasy.

Drinking alcohol can lead to trouble.

This relationship has become ambiguous, how can we get along as we please in the future?

Are you nervous?

Feng Xingyu rested his arms on the armrests of Mo Sangyu's chair, as if Mo Sangyu were being held in his arms.

That's quite close.

"What are you trying to say?"

Mo Sangyu pushed him away: "I don't mind what happened last night, Your Highness, please forget about it and don't let it affect our friendly cooperative relationship."

Feng Xingyu's aura deepened: "If you don't mind, then does that mean you can be with anyone?"

"Of course not."

Mo Sangyu said speechlessly, "It was because of the soul contract that I wasn't on guard against you. Do you think anyone can be like you, taking advantage of me when I'm drunk..."

She suddenly realized something halfway through her sentence and immediately stopped talking.

That's really strange, why would she need to explain?

Upon hearing this, Feng Xingyu narrowed his eyes.

Is it because of the soul contract again?

So, only when he gets close will she be less wary?

So, what happened those two nights...

Feng Xingyu wasn't sure if Mo Sangyu knew about those two nights, but he was certain that her actions were related to the soul contract.

"How long do you plan to keep this soul contract with me?"

"What, you want to solve it now?"

"Can it be solved now?"

"Of course, anytime."

Mo Sangyu observed Feng Xingyu's expression, but unfortunately, his face was almost expressionless, making it impossible to discern his thoughts at that moment.

"However, only I can solve it; you can't."

She wanted to tell him that although she couldn't beat him now, his life was still in her hands.

So don't try to play any tricks on her.

However, Feng Xingyu suddenly smiled and said, "That's fine, keep it tied up."

"..."

Mo Sangyu, on the contrary, couldn't quite see through him for a moment.

Before she could say anything more, Feng Xingyu spoke first, changing the subject: "You said you'd help me fake my death. I'm curious, what method do you plan to use to keep it from that person?"

"I will make his men see you die."

"you……"