His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"it is good."

The phoenix travels and responds to the Dao.

The carriage then continued on its way and finally entered the checkpoint.

"Feng Xingyu, if you take off your mask, will they recognize you?"

The carriage slowly made its way towards the city gate.

Although there's no way to escape the control of the city lord's mansion after entering the city, it's best not to reveal Feng Xingyu's identity.

"Probably."

Feng Xingyu has been in the border city for eight years. Everyone in the surrounding area knows him, so how could someone like Youdu City not recognize him?

"Pull the carriage over to the side of the road first."

Mo Sangyu casually conjured a half-finished human skin mask, and as soon as Feng Xingyu stopped the carriage, he pulled him directly into the carriage.

"Sit still."

She pushed him into his seat and reached out to remove his mask.

The sudden closeness made Feng Xingyu's breath catch in his throat: "What are you doing?"

"Don't move."

Mo Sangyu looked closely at his eyebrows and eyes, and the more she looked, the more she felt that this man's face was excessively handsome.

"I'll put two scars on you to cover them up. This will also explain why you're wearing a mask. Most importantly, it won't reveal your identity."

As she spoke, her breath brushed against his face.

With a slight coolness, it has a scent that is uniquely hers.

It smells good.

Mo Sangyu channeled a wisp of spiritual energy into the thin, half-finished mask, and kept gesturing and adjusting it on Feng Xingyu's face.

Feng Xingyu's body stiffened, allowing her to do as she pleased.

Her fingers occasionally brushed against the skin of his cheek, bringing a subtle and unfamiliar shiver.

Looking at her eyes and brows, and seeing her focused expression, Feng Xingyu found her to possess a unique charm.

His heart beat slightly faster.

Mo Sangyu wasn't thinking about that much at the moment.

She completely treated Feng Xingyu's face as a "work of art" that needed to be processed.

Feeling the bone structure of his face with her fingertips, she used her spiritual power to manipulate the mask material and shape it to fit him.

Soon, two hideous, old scars, slanted diagonally from his left brow bone to his right cheek, appeared on his once flawless face.

The scars are incredibly realistic, with edges that mimic the rolled-up skin and unevenness after healing, and varying shades of color, as if they had truly been through a brutal battle.

The moment the scar appeared, the bewitching beauty of his face was completely destroyed.

Instead, it possesses a weathered and rugged sense of age.

Although the original depth of her eyebrows and eyes can still be seen, her temperament is completely different now.

"alright."

Mo Sangyu stepped back slightly, examining his "work," and nodded in satisfaction: "Now, no one will recognize you, just like a guard who lives on the edge of a knife."

Feng Xingyu reached out and touched it; the texture of the scar was so grotesque that even without looking at it, one could sense its terrifying nature.

Just how many skills does this woman possess?

She put the mask back on him, covering the ugly scars perfectly, and instantly he transformed back into a mysterious and extraordinary... slave.

"Let's go, we can register for our ID cards now."

"Um."

Feng Xingyu suppressed the strange emotions in his heart, got out of the carriage, and continued driving towards the city gate.

As they approached the city gate, Mo Sangyu faintly sensed a powerful energy fluctuation.

She lifted the carriage curtain to look.

The towering city walls were shrouded in a transparent ripple of water.

"Feng Xingyu, can you see me?"

She patted Feng Xingyu on the shoulder, gesturing for him to look at the city wall.

Feng Xingyu looked up and saw only the city gate and patrolling law enforcement officers.

"What are you showing me?"

"Didn't you see that ripple in the water?"

"I didn't see it."

He shook his head, then added, "However, I can sense that the sky above this entire city is shrouded by something, so no one can trespass without permission."

"Can't you either?" Mo Sangyu asked him.

"I……"

Feng Xingyu frowned, sensed the power, and said uncertainly, "I haven't tried it, so I can't guarantee it."

"Let's not try it today, lest we alert them."

Mo Sangyu has only recovered a little over 30% of her spiritual power, so she doesn't dare to try anything lightly.

Besides, she hadn't figured out what the power on it actually was.

Is it a barrier?

Or is it a spatial restriction?

I never expected to encounter such methods in this world of martial arts practitioners.

This must be the ancient, mysterious power they were talking about.

"it is good."

Feng Xingyu kept his promise and followed Mo Sangyu's arrangements.

Whatever she says goes.

The carriage arrived at the city gate.

There were also many horse-drawn carriages and pedestrians queuing up here.

But they are people who have already completed the registration and received their identity cards.

"Come down, madam."

Feng Xingyu brought the carriage to a stop, lifted the curtain, and did what a servant should do.

That is, to reach out and help her.

Mo Sangyu glanced at him, placed her hand on his arm, and said somewhat helplessly, "Can't you really call me something else?"

"What do you want to change it to?"

"Anything can be called as long as it's not 'Madam'."

"Then call her Madam."

"..."

Why can't we just give her a single persona?

The two walked to the registration line next to them and continued to wait in line.

There were quite a few people queuing to register, but many of them were frequent visitors, so the registration process was relatively simple, and they could get their ID cards quickly.

This time, it didn't take long before it was Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu's turn.

Inside the room sat a man who looked like a clerk. Without looking up, he asked, "Name, origin, purpose of entering the city, and expected length of stay."

"My servant Mo Qi is accompanying Madam Feng on a trip to Youdu City for a few days," Feng Xingyu replied.

Mo Sangyu glanced at him sideways, asking with her eyes, "What's going on?"

How could this man change his name on his own initiative?

"The Feng family?"

This surname immediately caught the attention of the registration staff, who then looked up at Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu.

"The surname of the Great You royal family, you..."

"There are quite a few people with the surname Feng in the Nine Provinces, it's just a coincidence."

Feng Xingyu remained calm and composed, his voice steady and collected.

Surprisingly, he can lie without batting an eye.

He had already spoken, and Mo Sangyu couldn't change her mind. He could only confirm her status as a married young woman.

The registration staff didn't delve too deeply into the surname issue. After glancing at them again, they said in a businesslike manner, "This is your first time here. We need to make a record. Go to the art studio next door, remove the masks from your faces, and have your portraits taken. Then come back to get your identity cards."

This is just like applying for a visa to go abroad!

That's really troublesome.

The two exchanged a glance, then silently turned and walked toward the nearby art studio.

It's still their territory, so they have the final say.

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Two highly accurate portraits were then drawn.

That artist was a chatterbox.

While drawing, I couldn't help but sigh at how beautiful Feng Xingyu's appearance was ruined by these two ugly scars. It was such a pity.

The woman next to her is so beautiful; if she dressed up properly, she would definitely be an exceptional beauty.

Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu remained silent throughout, ignoring the painter. Finding it boring, the painter shut up.

After the artist finished painting, Mo Sangyu glanced at it and silently praised it.

This is a master.

His painting skills are superb, comparable to those of a camera.

Finally, we've reached the point where we can apply for an identity card.

It's the same person as before.

"Temporary identity tokens cost ten taels of silver per person for three days, and twenty taels for seven days. How many days do you need?"

"Seven days."

Mo Sangyu was worried that Feng Xingyu would be as stingy as the other kids in the manor, but he didn't actually spend three days on it.

He didn't even blink when he paid.

Forty taels of silver, enough for an ordinary family to live on for several years, is only enough for a seven-day stay here.

This Youdu City is quite dark.

However, black spots are good; the blacker they are, the more Mo Sangyu likes them.

That way, when you take action in the future, you won't have to be soft-hearted at all.

The registration staff took the money and took out two small, palm-sized, black plaques that looked like wood but weren't.

The words "Mo Qi" and "Feng Shi" were already engraved on it, along with a symbol representing the date.

"Take this. You must return it when you leave the city. If you fail to leave on time or fail to register, you will be responsible for the consequences."

The registration staff gave them a brief explanation and then waved them away.

The two put away their identity tokens and returned to the carriage.

The carriage finally entered the city gate, and looking back, there was still a long, winding queue of people waiting behind us.

Ahead, there were dazzling lights, and the sounds of people and vehicles could be faintly heard, carrying an atmosphere of prosperity and restlessness.

Mo Sangyu looked outside and suddenly had the illusion that she had traveled to the sleepless city of Chang'an, which was simply dazzling with wealth.

The carriage stopped in front of a three-story restaurant.

"get off."

Feng Xingyu's voice came: "Stay here tonight."

"Stay here?"

Mo Sangyu pointed to the expensive-looking restaurant in front of her: "Are you sure?"

Feng Xingyu did not answer and went inside first.

Is he just not going to live a normal life?

Since transmigrating to this point, this is the first time she has seen such a prosperous area in ancient times. In the original owner's memories, even the capital of the Great You Kingdom seemed to pale in comparison to this place.

Mo Sangyu followed Feng Xingyu into the restaurant lobby, where a waiter immediately greeted them warmly.

"Distinguished guests, would you like to dine or stay at the hotel?"

Feng Xingyu's gaze swept across the lobby: "Check in, one superior room."

"One room?"

Mo Sangyu refused: "I want two rooms."

The waiter glanced at Feng Xingyu, then at Mo Sangyu, his smile unchanged, waiting for them to discuss their plan.

Feng Xingyu turned his head to look at her, his eyes behind the mask revealing no emotion, his tone respectful: "Madam, before you left home, your husband specifically instructed that you must ensure your safety during this trip. He specifically ordered me to... provide you with personal protection for twelve hours a day. Please have a room prepared, and I can sleep on the roof beam at night. I will never disturb your rest."

Mo Sangyu: "..."

What is he saying in front of so many people?

I was so blind before, I didn't realize he was such a good actor!

She glared at him, lowering her voice: "You agreed to do everything my way, but who's in charge now?"

"Of course, it's up to Madam to decide."

Feng Xingyu readily agreed, but then changed the subject: "However, for Madam's safety, please listen to me on some minor matters."

"you……"

Mo Sangyu was so angry she almost laughed.

At this moment, there were many guests in the hall, and quite a few eyes were already looking at them.

"OK."

To avoid attracting attention, Mo Sangyu gritted her teeth and agreed, "One room is fine, but I want the best one in your shop."

"Okay!"

The waiter beamed: "Room number one, third floor, excellent view, quiet and elegant, fifty taels per night, including three meals and hot water."

Fifty taels a night?

Mo Sangyu felt a pang in his heart.

The prices in Youdu City are outrageously high.

Feng Xingyu readily took out his identity token and handed over 150 taels of silver: "Stay for three days."

How did he become so generous?

It's rare.

After verifying their identities and taking their money, the waiter immediately led the way with great enthusiasm: "Distinguished guests, please come upstairs."

Room No. 1, the highest tier, is in a quiet and secluded environment. The room is extremely large and is divided into two sections, an inner and an outer one.

The two rooms are separated by an exquisite moon gate with beaded curtains. The outer room is a reception hall, complete with tables, chairs, tea tables, and a soft couch.

The inner room was the bedroom, with a large carved bed draped with brocade curtains and new, soft mattresses.

There is a desk and a chaise lounge by the window, and by opening the window you can overlook most of the dazzling night view of Youdu City.

The room was tastefully furnished, exuding luxury in every detail.

The waiter lit the lamp, carefully explained the hot water and meals, and then bowed and withdrew.

The door was closed, shutting out the noise from the outside world.

Mo Sangyu turned to look at Feng Xingyu, who was standing by the window: "What did you find?"