His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

As a result, their prince completely ignored them and walked straight toward the courtyard gate.

"No, Your Highness, where are you going?"

"Your Highness?"

"Your Highness, you...you really want to go to that black swamp?"

Several people pressed him for answers.

They chased them all the way to the courtyard gate, but Feng Xingyu didn't answer any of their questions. He just kept walking forward in silence.

Yan Qing panicked and grabbed his leg, preventing him from walking any further.

"Your Highness, you can't go! Didn't the Princess Consort say there was a way to avoid going? The Princess Consort is lying!"

"Yan Qing".

Gu Jinzhi rubbed her forehead.

But at this moment, he didn't want His Highness to leave, so he didn't stop Yan Qing and let him go crazy.

Yuan Zhao also blocked the doorway: "Your Highness, let's think of another way. We really can't go back to that place!"

"Feng Xingyu" was forced to stop because Yan Qing had grabbed her legs.

But he was given instructions that he had to complete, and he would take immediate action if he encountered any obstacles.

then……

In the study, Feng Xingyu changed his clothes and came out from behind the screen.

Mo Sangyu's gaze fell on him, her eyebrows slightly raised.

This dark-colored outfit was specially prepared for her "servant," but when worn by Feng Xingyu, it somehow exuded an unparalleled charm.

The simple waist buckle and cuffs create a neat and fitted silhouette, perfectly outlining his figure.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs.

A tall and straight figure is incredibly attractive.

Coupled with his exquisite and beautiful face, how could he possibly look like a slave?

Mo Sangyu channeled spiritual energy between his fingers, conjuring an exquisite mask.

She handed him the mask: "Put it on."

Feng Xingyu reached out and took it, then raised his hand without hesitation and placed the mask over his face.

The mask fit his facial contours perfectly, covering most of his unforgettable handsome face, revealing only his deep, sharp eyes and thin, crimson lips.

However, this did not diminish his presence; on the contrary, it added to his mystery and understated elegance.

"Your Highness... no, you can no longer use the identity of Seventh Prince."

Mo Sangyu asked for his opinion: "Would it be alright to call him Seventh Master?"

Feng Xingyu said, "Whatever makes you happy."

"Whatever I want?"

Mo Sangyu narrowed her eyes, a playful glint in them: "If that's how you put it, then I won't hold back, Feng Xiaoqi?"

"..."

Feng Xingyu's eyes darkened slightly, but he did not refute her.

Is he really that obedient?

This feels a bit strange.

"Yan Qing!"

Just as Mo Sangyu was about to speak, a startled shout suddenly came from outside the study.

"Your Highness, why are you doing this?"

"Your Highness, what's wrong? Say something!"

Hearing Luo Ming and the others' puzzled voices, Mo Sangyu quickly ran out.

Yan Qing collapsed a few meters away, and Feng Mian went over to help him up.

Meanwhile, Yuan Zhao and Gu Jinzhi continued to press "Feng Xingyu" for answers.

Having been given the order, "Feng Xingyu" was repeatedly obstructed. After kicking Yan Qing away, he was about to make another move when Mo Sangyu spoke up in time: "Stop."

Upon hearing Mo Sangyu's voice, "Feng Xingyu" stopped its attack.

"Don't you sense that he's about to attack you?"

She walked over to them, her face darkening: "Can't you sense even the most basic danger?"

"Your Highness, what exactly is going on?"

At this moment, Gu Jinzhi finally realized that something was wrong.

They could naturally sense danger, but they would never be on guard against His Highness.

Even though they knew His Highness was going to take action, they subconsciously didn't believe it.

"Let him go first, you all come back to the study with me."

After finishing speaking, Mo Sangyu turned and walked towards the study.

The group hesitated for a moment, their gazes fixed on "Feng Xingyu" who was quickly walking out of the courtyard gate. In the end, they decided to listen to the princess consort and follow her into the study.

Supported by Feng Mian, Yan Qing said somewhat awkwardly, "Thank you."

Feng Mian wasn't used to Yan Qing's "thank you" either.

She released her grip: "Can you walk by yourself?"

"I'm tough as nails, I'll be fine."

As he spoke, he limped toward the study.

When everyone entered the study, they were somewhat dumbfounded to find that there was another person inside.

Mo Sangyu stood in the center of the study, his gaze sweeping over the group of people with varying expressions: "It's my fault that I didn't explain this matter to you beforehand."

She admitted her mistake first, then changed the subject and her eyes sharpened.

"But you must also remember that in the future, no matter who you face, even if it is me and His Highness, you must rely on your own judgment and perception. If your intuition tells you that there is danger, you must be alert immediately."

Upon hearing this, none of the people objected; they all nodded in silence.

Their gazes remained fixed on the man beside Mo Sangyu.

Although he was wearing a mask, his posture, his demeanor, and his gaze, even through the mask, were still imposing.

Who else could it be but His Highness?

But he is His Highness, so who was the person who just went out?

How could there be such a similar person in the world, and right next to them, yet they never noticed? How is that possible?

Seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, Feng Xingyu took off his mask and explained in a low voice, "The one that just went out was a dummy conjured by your princess consort using talismans. It will go to the Black Swamp in my place and then die in front of those people."

Shock!

Shocking! Shocking! Shocking!

The princess consort actually has such abilities?

So, this is what the princess consort meant by faking her death to escape?

They didn't even realize that the mannequin was fake, let alone the others.

This is simply perfect!

Mo Sangyu was once again subjected to a barrage of starry-eyed, adoring gazes.

She coughed lightly and said calmly, "From now on, there will be no more Seventh Prince in this world. You should all change your address to 'Master'."

"it is good."

Gu Jinzhi bowed first, saying, "Master."

Luo Ming, Yuan Zhao, and Yan Qing immediately clasped their hands in a salute: "Master."

"alright."

Feng Xingyu waved his hand, getting down to business: "During this time, I will be working with..."

He turned to look at Mo Sangyu and asked a question with a deeper meaning: "I am the master, then what are you?"

With the princes gone, the title of "Princess Consort" naturally needs to be changed.

Yan Qing's eyes lit up as he thought of something, and he said smugly, "Of course it's the Madam."

"What madam?"

Mo Sangyu immediately retorted, "I didn't have a wedding ceremony with him, nor did we drink the nuptial wine, let alone..."

She paused, omitting the last part, and said directly, "From now on, you can call me Miss Mo, or you can call me Miss along with Feng Mian."

How did she, a perfectly healthy single young woman, become a wife?

This won't do!

"..."

Everyone lowered their heads, and no one responded.

Feng Xingyu glanced at her, a barely perceptible curve appearing at the corner of his lips, as if he were smiling, but upon closer inspection, there was no smile.

He made the final decision: "Call her Madam, that's settled then."

Everyone responded in unison, "Yes!"

Mo Sangyu: "??"

After Feng Xingyu finished speaking, he continued the topic he hadn't finished discussing earlier.

"Over the next period of time, I will go to Youdu City with my wife. You shall proceed according to the plan and safely transfer 100,000 troops within half a month."

"Once news of the dummy's death arrives, spread the word that the frontier commander is dead and that the army and personnel in the government office have all fled for fear of being implicated. At that time, they will send another army to take over this place."

"In this way, the safety of the people in the border town will still be guaranteed."

Gu Jinzhi and the others straightened up and replied in unison, "Yes, sir!"

Feng Xingyu paused, then looked at Mo Sangyu: "Does Madam have anything to add?"

Mo Sangyu frowned upon hearing the word "Madam," but still said seriously, "The transfer must be done discreetly. Divide into small teams and take different routes. Mr. Gu, you can discuss the specific arrangements yourselves."

As she spoke, she looked at Yan Qing.

"Deputy General Yan, you are responsible for covering the rear and cleaning up any traces. After the main army withdraws, you must lead your men to properly dispose of all the clues we may have left behind."

Yan Qing straightened his back: "Madam, rest assured, I will certainly not disappoint you."

"Also, the staff of the mansion should be evacuated in batches. It is better to be slow than chaotic. We must not attract the attention of any outsiders. Tell Granny Yu that apart from necessities, discard any items in the mansion that can be discarded, and we can buy new ones later."

"…good."

"By the way, Dr. Luo."

Mo Sangyu, recalling the slave she had brought back from the arena, looked at Luo Ming and asked, "How is the person I brought back recovering from his injuries? Is he able to move?"

Luo Ming replied, "Madam, although his external injuries are severe, his constitution is good, and he is recovering faster than expected. He should be able to move around without much difficulty."

Upon hearing this, Mo Sangyu pondered for a moment before making a decision.

"Let him move with the people in the manor. You should have already investigated this person. He was confined to the arena since he was a child, so there shouldn't be any problems with his identity. However, Luo Ming, you should still keep an eye on him. If you find anything unusual, give him some medicine and I'll handle it."

She's always been good at judging people, but one can never be too careful. What they're doing now concerns everyone's lives, so they have to be cautious.

"Understood," Luo Ming replied solemnly.

Feng Xingyu stood aside, listening to all her arrangements, which were meticulous and comprehensive, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

Regarding the slave she brought back, there was indeed no problem with her identity. Since she trusted him, it wouldn't hurt to let her be.

"And Fengmian..."

As soon as Mo Sangyu mentioned Feng Mian, Yan Qing suddenly spoke up: "Madam, hand Feng Mian over to me. I guarantee that when you and Master return, not a single hair of hers will be missing."

"Is it for you?"

Mo Sangyu glanced at him with a hint of suspicion.

Doesn't Yan Qing dislike Feng Mian?

"Trust him this once."

Feng Xingyu said, "He will protect Feng Mian."

"Alright then."

Since Feng Xingyu had spoken, Mo Sangyu agreed: "Remember what you said. If Feng Mian is missing even a single hair, I will hold you responsible."

"I promise!"

Yan Qing made a solemn vow.

"That's settled then, everyone go and get ready."

"yes!"

Everyone responded in unison again, their mood becoming subtly excited as they gained a clear goal and plan.

……

The night was deep.

The spies stationed outside the prince's residence had already withdrawn with the departure of "Feng Xingyu".

An ordinary carriage stopped in front of the prince's residence.

"lady."

Feng Xingyu wore a mask and had a black longsword at his waist.

He stood before Mo Sangyu's door, his eyes, hidden behind the mask, becoming exceptionally deep: "Ready to set off?"

Mo Sangyu was packing her things when she heard this. She glanced at him and said, "Feng Xiaoqi, please call me master."

As she spoke, she casually tossed the bundle in her hand to him, walked past him, and quickly walked out of the room.

Feng Xingyu: "...Alright, Madam."

Mo Sangyu: "..."

This servant is disobedient; she doesn't want him anymore!