His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"return!"

Gu Jinzhi quickly stopped him: "How many times have I told you not to act impulsively!"

Yan Qing stopped in his tracks.

"This matter concerns Your Highness's safety, and requires careful consideration."

Gu Jinzhi's face was grim: "Until the matter is completely cleared up, no one is allowed to lay a hand on her again. On the contrary, we must ensure her safety, especially keep a close eye on her, and not let her hurt herself."

"What?"

These words elicited surprise and disbelief from the three people present, except for Feng Xingyu, who was leaning against the headboard with a blank expression on his beautiful face.

"No one would hurt themselves..."

Luo Ming chuckled, but as soon as he spoke, something suddenly flashed through his mind.

Yuan Zhao and Yan Qing immediately understood, and in an instant, they were all drenched in a cold sweat.

Yes.

How could they have forgotten about this?

Mo Sangyu originally came to assassinate His Highness, but now, she has somehow used some kind of sorcery to transfer most of her injuries onto His Highness.

In this way, all she needs to do is keep hurting herself to achieve... her ultimate goal!

"Mr. Gu, what should we do now?"

"Once Your Highness's injuries have healed, we'll try again. Perhaps we can find a weakness. Keep a close eye on her these next few days."

"Okay, I'll keep an eye on her."

Yan Qing volunteered and quickly left the room after speaking.

Feng Xingyu remained silent, his expression somewhat detached, seemingly lost in thought.

Suddenly, he called out, "Luo Ming."

"What is it, Your Highness?"

"Come here and see if there's anything here?"

Feng Xingyu reached out and pointed to the back of his neck.

Luo Ming followed his hand, examined it carefully, and shook his head in confusion: "Your Highness, there's nothing there."

"How could there not be?"

Feng Xingyu frowned slightly: "Did you see clearly?"

He clearly remembered that last night, Mo Sangyu stabbed him in the neck with something, and only after that did the injuries she suffered begin to transfer to him.

How could there be no trace left?

"Really, no."

Luo Ming asked with some concern, "Your Highness, is it because she...?"

"no."

Feng Xingyu was very annoyed: "I need to rest. You all need to leave."

Luo Ming nodded, and Gu Jinzhi didn't say anything more. The group left together.

However, they had just stepped out of the room and hadn't gone far when they saw Yan Qing rushing back.

"Yan Qing, why are you back so soon?"

"That's too ruthless!"

"What's too cruel?"

"That vixen is utterly vicious, heartless, and outrageous! It's outrageous! She...she actually..."

Yan Qing was furious and cursed for a long time without getting to the bottom of it.

Several people stared at him.

"What exactly happened?"

It turns out that half an hour ago...

Mo Sangyu led the original owner's two dowry maids back to the bridal chamber.

The house has been cleaned and tidied up again.

The original owner had two maids, one named Fengmian and the other named Linxia.

The two followed Mo Sangyu into the room. Feng Mian, her face full of worry, grabbed Mo Sangyu's arm and anxiously asked, "Miss, what happened last night? Were we exposed? Are you alright? Did they give you any trouble?"

She asked a series of questions, and it was clear that she was genuinely concerned about Mo Sangyu's safety.

"Are you trying to make things difficult for me?"

Mo Sangyu poked her forehead with his finger with a look of disdain: "Don't worry, they don't have that ability yet."

After saying that, she sat down, poured herself a cup of tea, and started drinking it.

The other maid, Linxia, ​​kept looking around the room after she entered.

Upon hearing Mo Sangyu's words, she turned to look at Mo Sangyu, a hint of disdain and mockery flashing across her face.

"You'd better stop talking big and hurry up and find a way to gain Feng Xingyu's trust, then find an opportunity to kill him, otherwise... your silly sister's life will be in danger."

"Linxia, ​​we haven't figured out our current situation yet. Don't push too hard. Give Miss some more time."

"Shut up! Who gives you the right to speak here?"

Lin Xia glared fiercely at Feng Mian, then turned to Mo Sangyu, asking provocatively, "Young Miss, do you think I said something wrong?"

Mo Sangyu sat quietly, sipping his tea slowly and deliberately.

Seeing that Mo Sangyu had no intention of paying attention to her at all, Lin Xia became somewhat embarrassed and angry.

She raised her voice, her tone filled with disdain.

"Don't think you can escape control just because you married into this family, Mo Sangyu. You will always be a pawn in the hands of the master and mistress. If you don't want your sister to suffer, you'd better obey me, otherwise..."

The words were left unsaid, but the threat was clear.

She was certain that with that fool's life in her hands, Mo Sangyu would swallow her anger as before.

However, she was met with a pair of cold, unfamiliar eyes, which also held a hint of amusement.

"Otherwise what?"

Mo Sangyu gently put down his teacup, his tone so calm it was unsettling.

When Lin Xia met her gaze, her heart inexplicably trembled slightly.

"Otherwise, you can expect to be collecting her corpse. Your sister's life is in your hands!"

"Oh."

A very soft, cold laugh escaped Mo Sangyu's lips: "Sorry, I'm not one to be threatened, and besides..."

She suddenly moved closer, almost whispering in Lin Xia's ear, and said, "That's not my sister either."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold glint appeared.

A thin, cicada-wing-like ice blade appeared in Mo Sangyu's hand without warning, its soul power condensed, making it incomparably sharp.

With a flick of her wrist, her movements were as swift as a ghost, elegant yet deadly.

The icy touch swept across her throat, and before Linxia could even react, warm liquid gushed out.

She clutched her neck tightly, and only then did shock and fear gradually creep into her eyes.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Seeing Linxia suddenly collapse to the ground, covered in blood, Feng Mian gasped in shock, her face filled with disbelief.

"Miss, you...you killed her?"

Mo Sangyu's face remained expressionless, her tone indifferent: "What, you think she shouldn't have been killed?"

No...no.

Feng Mian quickly shook her head: "This servant is just worried that Lin Xia was arranged by Master and Madam. If they find out that Miss killed her, it might be detrimental to Second Miss."

Second Miss?

What does this have to do with her?

Mo Sangyu's expression was indifferent.

She is not the original owner of this body; she is not someone who can be threatened or have her life manipulated by others.

Moreover, the original owner's death had nothing to do with her. Her soul entered this body after the original owner died, not because she forcibly took over.

If her soul hadn't entered this body, this body would have rotted away.

Therefore, she will not follow the theory that just because someone occupies the original owner's body, they must do something for the original owner.

Mo Sangyu was never a good person, nor did she have any kindness. She would never wrong herself for the sake of others.

"Miss……"

Suddenly, Feng Mian's gaze towards Mo Sangyu turned to astonishment, and she exclaimed again, "Miss, what's wrong with you...?"