His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Feng Xingyu stood at the door of Mo Sangyu's room.

When Mo Sangyu asked him a question, he ignored her for a long time.

What is this person doing in the middle of the night?

"Get out of the way."

Mo Sangyu took two steps forward, knocked him aside with the box, and then pushed the door open and went into the room.

Just as she was about to close the door, Feng Xingyu braced the door open, preventing her from doing so.

"It's too late tonight, let's talk about it tomorrow."

After saying that, Mo Sangyu prepared to close the door again, but Feng Xingyu still blocked her from doing so.

He stood at the doorway, looking at her with a cold gaze.

He just stared at her, without saying a word, and wouldn't let her close the door.

"Feng Xingyu?"

Mo Sangyu glared at him: "Are you sick?"

She refused to close the door, so she simply left it open and turned to walk into the room.

For a whole day and night, she kept using her soul power to win money, and now she is exhausted.

"Go ahead."

Mo Sangyu casually placed the box containing the money on the table, then took off her shoes and climbed into bed: "I'm going to sleep now."

In the darkness, Feng Xingyu's expression was not visible, but one could sense the heavy oppressive atmosphere emanating from him.

I don't know who offended him.

Mo Sangyu closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep, completely disregarding whether Feng Xingyu would enter her room.

A heartless woman.

Feng Xingyu stood at the doorway and suddenly felt his blood and qi surging violently within him.

That domineering true energy seems to be about to cause trouble again.

"Luo Ming".

He closed the door and quickly returned to his own room. However, Luo Ming had already been summoned by Feng Mian to a simple servant's room.

"Who is this person?"

Upon seeing a strange man covered in blood and with a filthy face, Luo Ming put down his medical kit and asked warily, "Feng Mian, you can't just bring back any random person..."

"This is what Miss brought back."

Feng Mian said, "Miss said to have Doctor Luo treat his injuries."

Luo Ming: "..."

He can't even treat the injuries inside the mansion, let alone the ones outside?

Besides, this person looks like...

Forget it.

We should listen to the princess consort.

Luo Ming had no choice but to bite the bullet and take the pulse of this person whose life or death was unknown.

Good guy.

You can't even see what the original skin looked like on this hand.

There was blood and filth everywhere.

"His breathing is very weak. I can only try to give him some medicine. Whether he can be saved depends on his own fate."

Luo Ming prepared the medicine, resignedly went to the pharmacy to brew it, and then brought it over to him to be forced down his throat.

I didn't want to get involved anymore, since it was uncertain whether he would survive, but I couldn't bear to look at the injuries on his body.

I couldn't stand watching this one, so I didn't get any sleep all night.

His clothes were stuck to his wounds, and it took more than an hour just to clean them.

Thankfully he was unconscious, otherwise the pain would have killed him.

Luo Ming kept sighing as he treated his wounds.

This young man is quite ruthless; he's practically on par with His Highness.

With new wounds on top of old ones, his entire body was covered in wounds, a truly horrific sight.

After treating all the wounds, it was almost dawn.

Luo Ming asked Feng Mian to find Granny Yu and get him a clean set of clothes to wear, which made him look somewhat presentable.

However, his face and hair were still very dirty, and it was basically impossible to tell what he looked like. We could only let him take a bath once his wounds had healed a bit.

"Dr. Luo."

Feng Mian stayed with Luo Ming all night, helping him with his tasks: "How is he? He's not dead, is he?"

"Won't."

Luo Ming's initial worries were somewhat unnecessary.

"This person has a strong will to live and is very resilient; he won't die."

"Oh, that's good."

Feng Mian nodded. Seeing that it was already daylight outside, she prepared to go back and report the situation to Mo Sangyu. However, as soon as she opened the door, she saw Yan Qing, who was in a great hurry, raising his hand to knock on the door.

"Fengmian?"

Yan Qing looked at her suspiciously: "What are you doing here? Where is Doctor Luo?"

"It's inside."

Feng Mian moved aside a little to let Yan Qing in.

Yan Qing walked in and saw a dirty, unfamiliar man lying on the bed. He said irritably, "Don't tell me you've been here all night treating this guy of unknown origin?"

Luo Ming: "These are the people the Crown Princess brought back."

"..."

Yan Qing's next words were immediately choked up.

Okay, even if Luo Ming is right.

He then looked at Feng Mian: "Then what are you doing here? Staying up all night just to take care of a strange man?"

"This is the person Miss brought back. What's wrong with me helping Doctor Luo?"

Feng Mian found him very strange.

What's wrong with you so early in the morning?

"I……"

Yan Qing didn't know what was wrong with him, but seeing Feng Mian taking care of others made him feel uneasy.

He saw the pile of torn clothes on the ground, then glanced at the man on the bed who had already been dressed, and looked at Feng Mian with even fiercer eyes.

Feng Mian was so frightened by him that he took two steps back.

He was about to speak when Luo Ming interrupted him: "Alright, what brings you here so early?"

Yan Qing then remembered what he had come here for.

He slapped himself on the forehead.

"You'd better get out of here right now and go brew some medicine for His Highness."

Upon hearing this, Luo Ming immediately understood what was going on.

He didn't dare to delay and quickly walked out of the room.

Feng Mian didn't know what had happened, but seeing them leave in a hurry, she decided to go back to the main courtyard first.

She brought the hot water over, just as Mo Sangyu woke up.

I was so tired yesterday that I fell asleep as soon as I got home, and only changed my clothes after I got up.

After washing up and eating something simple, she went out of her room to check on the slave.

Just as I stepped out of the room, I saw Luo Ming and Yan Qing rushing over.

The basket he was carrying emitted a bitter smell of medicine.

"Dr. Luo."

Mo Sangyu called out to him, intending to ask about the slave's injuries, but Luo Ming didn't wait for her to speak and said first, "Your Highness, I'm in a bit of a hurry. We can talk about it later."

After he finished speaking, he continued walking forward, but was grabbed by Mo Sangyu again.

"What's going on? Who is this medicine for?"

"For Your Highness."

"Open it and let me see."

Luo Ming was anxious, but he couldn't directly disobey Mo Sangyu's wishes, so he had no choice but to open the basket containing the medicine.

Mo Sangyu took out the medicine bowl and smelled it.

She frowned and said, "This medicine is poisonous. Why would he drink it?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Ming couldn't help but sigh.

He personally prepared the medicine, so how could he not know that it was poisonous?

The princess consort is indeed knowledgeable about pharmacology.

"Your Highness, you may not know this, but His Highness's internal energy is abnormal. Currently, this medicine can only suppress it. He was supposed to take it last month, but because of your bone marrow cleansing, His Highness's body has become much stronger, so we stopped taking the medicine then. I didn't expect... it still won't work."

He quickly explained, wanting to go inside as soon as possible, but Mo Sangyu, holding the bowl of medicine, said, "You wait at the door, I'll take it in for him."

"No……"

Luo Ming wanted to say no, but His Highness might not want to see her in her current state.

However, no one can stop Mo Sangyu from doing what she wants to do.

She pushed open the door and went in, leaving Luo Ming and the anxious Yan Qing outside.

Last time, when Feng Xingyu was injured and unconscious, she used her soul consciousness to see his memories, so she knew some things about the abnormality of his internal energy.

Actually, that wasn't unusual at all.

It was only because he was wary of his red eyes and didn't want them to be exposed that he had been suppressing his true energy.

As a result, they did not hesitate to take toxic drugs, which damaged their bodies over the years.

In this way, his true strength will be suppressed.

This is a psychological problem.

be cured.

Mo Sangyu placed the bowl of medicine on the table and glanced around the room.

I didn't see Feng Xingyu anywhere I could see him.

Where are they?

Mo Sangyu searched everywhere—on the bed, under the table, in the corner, in the wardrobe—but couldn't find the person.

"Feng Xingyu?"

She could sense that Feng Xingyu was in the room.

Where did it go?

Suddenly, she looked up and saw someone sitting up there.

Feng Xingyu leaned against the crossbeam, his back against the pillar, hanging listlessly in the dim light.

His eyes were bound with a white ribbon.

He wore a plain white shirt, loose and disheveled, with the collar slightly open, revealing his muscular chest through his hair.

Are your eyes covered?

It seems that because he didn't take the medicine in time, his internal energy gained the upper hand, causing his pupils to turn red again, which he couldn't accept.

It's emo.

It's no big deal.

Mo Sangyu looked up at him, her neck getting a little tired.

"Get down."

Feng Xingyu seemed not to hear her voice and did not react at all.

He sat there leaning against the crossbeam, motionless, for who knows how long.

In my memory.

Those who looked into his eyes all looked at him with disgust, accusing him, insulting him, and at the same time...fearing him.

They say he is a demon, an evil spirit, an unlucky person who will bring misfortune to the Great Netherworld, and that he killed his own mother and will kill many more people in the future.

Everyone could bully him, chase him, drive his small figure into a corner, throw stones at him, and stare at him like he was a monster.

Feng Xingyu's body trembled slightly.

Upon seeing this, Mo Sangyu's gaze sharpened slightly: "Feng Xingyu!"

"..."

"I'll say it again, if you don't get down, I'll drag you down."

Feng Xingyu still did not respond, but moved slightly, his eyes, covered by white silk, vaguely turning in her direction.

"You're not coming down, are you?"

Mo Sangyu's patience ran out. She leaped into the air, grabbed his collar, and pulled him down from above.

Feng Xingyu didn't expect her to actually come up and grab him. Caught off guard, he fell towards her.

He wrapped his long arm around her body, and the two rolled around on the ground.

In the end, Feng Xingyu pinned her down.

Both of them were stunned for a moment.

At this moment, they were almost embracing each other, their noses filled with each other's scent.

Mo Sangyu was the first to react, reaching out to remove the white silk covering his eyes, but he grabbed her wrist.

"Who let you in?"

Feng Xingyu's voice was hoarse, filled with suppressed pain: "Get out!"

"Then let me go first."

Mo Sangyu stared at him with amusement: "How am I supposed to get out like this?"

Feng Xingyu stiffened and turned his head away.

The white silk covered his eyes, concealing the emotions within them. Mo Sangyu could only see his tightly pursed lips and taut jawline.

He sat up: "Now you can go out."

His voice was lower and deeper, suppressing a barely contained rage and embarrassment that was on the verge of spiraling out of control.

Mo Sangyu stood up and patted the dust off her skirt.

"Feng Xingyu, are you afraid I'll see your eyes?"

"..."

At this moment, Feng Xingyu was like a wounded beast. Mo Sangyu's words were like a key, suddenly piercing into the most secret and resistant corner of his heart.

He turned his head abruptly, and even through the white silk, Mo Sangyu could feel his gaze suddenly turn cold and sharp.

"Feng Xingyu."

She didn't flinch, meeting his gaze directly, and said, word by word, "I want... to look into your eyes. Let me!"