His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

It was Manager Qian from the Border Town Colosseum!

Is the owner behind that arena the city lord of Youdu?

He's already so rich, yet he still tries to get a share of the profits in impoverished places like the border towns.

It's true that no merchant is without guile.

"Do you remember now?"

Seeing the subtle expression on her face, Chu Canglan seemed to be in a good mood: "Miss Mo, you've managed to get five or six million taels of silver from me in just a few rounds. Tell me, how could I not remember you?"

Five or six million might be a lot for others, but for him, it's just a drop in the ocean.

What are you pretending for?

Mo Sangyu wouldn't lower her guard just because he said that.

"Even so, you should resent me, but now you want me to be your city lord's wife. What, you think the money isn't enough and want to give me more?"

"As long as you agree, you can have as much silver as you want."

"I have obsessive-compulsive disorder related to cleanliness."

"...What?"

Chu Canglan didn't quite understand the term "germaphobia": "What does it mean?"

Mo Sangyu: "...You've slept with too many women, I find you disgusting."

"..."

A shadow of gloom flashed across Chu Canglan's handsome face.

He has lived for so many years, holding a high position, possessing immense wealth, and having everything from good looks to power.

Over the years, countless women have thrown themselves at him and offered themselves to him, but this is the first time I've heard... a woman dare to say he's dirty?

His moon is still the best.

In two months, after the final moon-worshiping ceremony, the moon will be able to return to his side.

He had waited far too long for this day.

How do you know I'm definitely dirty?

Chu Canglan regained his gentle demeanor: "Perhaps, I am virtuous and have kept myself pure?"

"Then why did you bring so many concubines back? Just for decoration?"

"Yeah, it's just for show."

"..."

Mo Sangyu didn't want to argue with him about these things, but she couldn't figure out his real purpose, so she had to keep talking to him for a while longer.

After all, the more you talk, the more information you reveal.

"Whether your concubines are just for show or not, I have no interest in you as the city lord's wife."

"So what are you interested in?"

This one.

Is it something I can just tell him casually?

Mo Sangyu looked at him with a half-smile.

She wanted to say that she was interested in everything about him, except for who he was.

"Since you've come to me on your own initiative, it means there must be something you want. Instead of trying to get it yourself, why not tell me and I'll give it to you?"

"So generous?"

Chu Canglan smiled and said, "I've always been like this with those I admire."

Don't believe him for a second.

Mo Sangyu forcibly suppressed the urge to roll her eyes: "Then what are you after? Don't try to fob me off with some 'admiration,' give me something concrete."

Chu Canglan's eyes flickered slightly, and the smile on his face finally faded a little.

"Miss Mo is indeed intelligent."

Chu Canglan stopped beating around the bush: "My feelings for you are naturally more than just for you. The insight, methods, and unpredictable abilities you displayed in the arena are all extremely... intriguing."

She was clearly not a martial arts practitioner, and there was no fluctuation of true energy on her body, but she was obviously not simple.

He leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice.

"A place like the border town can't hold someone like you. Feng Xingyu... a prince who can't even protect himself and has been driven to the brink by his own father is not worth entrusting your life to."

"So, you think I should side with you?"

Mo Sangyu chuckled and kindly reminded him again, "Curiosity killed the cat, Lord City Lord. You're likely to bring trouble upon yourself by doing this."

"Is Miss Mo saying that she is a calamity?"

"That's one way to understand it."

Because of her, he will lose everything.

Chu Canglan smiled, not taking Mo Sangyu's words to heart at all.

She's just a little different from others, so he's willing to coax her.

Just as he was about to say something more, a loud commotion suddenly came from outside.

Immediately afterward, a guard in red stumbled in, urgently saying, "Lord, someone has forced their way into the City Lord's Mansion! The intruder's skills are strange, and their strength is unknown. The guards in the mansion... are about to be overwhelmed..."

Upon hearing this, Chu Canglan's smile slowly faded, and his light gray eyes turned to Mo Sangyu with a hint of scrutiny.

"Where did you find this slave?"

His tone was unreadable: "That amazing?"

Mo Sangyu calmly replied, "Oh, you mean him? He came to me on his own initiative, and I can't shake him off."

Chu Canglan gave her a deep look, as if trying to discern something from her face, but he couldn't see anything.

"That's interesting."

He gave a cryptic laugh, then waved to the guards: "No need to stop him anymore, let him in."

"Yes!" The guard felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly withdrew to relay the order.

Chu Canglan looked at Mo Sangyu again: "Since he is your servant, he will continue to follow you from now on. As for what I just told you..."

His gaze lingered on her face for a moment before he continued, "I hope you can think it over carefully. Don't rush, I'll give you time to think it over. For the next few days, just stay at the City Lord's Mansion. If you need anything, just tell the servants. No one will make things difficult for you."

After saying that, he didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

Just as I reached the corner of the corridor, I bumped into a tall and imposing figure.

Feng Xingyu.

He was still wearing a mask, and his clothes were slightly disheveled with a few bloodstains, but they were not his own.

His aura was deep and heavy, carrying a chilling killing intent that lingered from his recent battle.

The two of them stopped in their tracks at the same time.

An invisible aura suddenly collided in the narrow corridor.

Chu Canglan narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on Feng Xingyu as if it were a tangible object, trying to probe the other party's true strength.

Feng Xingyu's eyes, hidden behind the mask, were calm and unwavering, meeting his gaze without any hesitation.

With just one glance, Feng Xingyu made a judgment in his mind.

This person's aura was restrained and harmonious, vast and profound, exactly the same as the Grandmaster-level pressure he felt last night.

Yes, it was him.

Chu Canglan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

strangeness.

In his perception, the masked man in front of him clearly only had the aura of a ninth-grade martial arts cultivator, but something seemed off.

Does that mean he can hide his true strength at will?

The key point is that when facing this grandmaster, there was not a trace of awe in his eyes, not even the most basic fear.

His gaze was excessively calm, yet it carried a condescending air.

Mo Sangyu has special abilities, so it's understandable that he's not afraid of him.

But this servant...

Indeed, ignorance is bliss.

Feng Xingyu did not linger with him. His gaze lingered on him for only a moment before he passed by and walked straight toward Mo Sangyu in the pavilion.

Chu Canglan watched his retreating figure without hesitation, his eyes darkening. In the end, he said nothing more and quickly left the courtyard.

Until Chu Canglan's aura completely disappeared from the perception range, there were no other people around.

Feng Xingyu strode up to Mo Sangyu and grabbed her wrist.

The force was considerable.

Mo Sangyu looked up at him.

Feng Xingyu's deep voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with suppressed anger: "You madman."

"Same to you."

Mo Sangyu interrupted him, exerting slight force on his wrist but failing to break free. She simply looked into the dark fire burning in his eyes beneath the mask, her tone flat: "Aren't you a madman too? You dared to force your way in without knowing what was inside?"

Feng Xingyu was taken aback by her words and stared at her for a long time: "I'm afraid I'll be implicated and die because of you. If I force my way in, at least there's a sliver of hope for saving me."

He looked her up and down, and noticing she had changed her clothes, he frowned: "Who told you to change your clothes?"

"I changed it myself."

Mo Sangyu smoothed out the wrinkles on her sleeve: "What's wrong? Does it look bad?"

Feng Xingyu glanced at her again.

This outfit made her look like a fairy, but the transformation of a demoness into a fairy made him feel uneasy.

His gaze involuntarily fell on her rosy lips, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

Some flavors, once tasted, are hard to control.

"It's so ugly."

Feng Xingyu turned his head away and said against his will, "These clothes don't look as good as the previous ones. Let's change back quickly."

"..."

They don't know how to appreciate.

"What did he say to you?"

Feng Xingyu got down to business: "Why were you let in so easily?"

"because."

Mo Sangyu looked up at him and said truthfully, "He wants me to be his city lord's wife, while you are my servant, so naturally you can continue to follow me."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xingyu's eyes instantly turned icy cold.

"He's asking for it!"

"Alright, now's not the time to talk about this."

Mo Sangyu grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the spot: "Come with me first, let's find a safe place, we need to rethink our plans."

Feng Xingyu was pulled forward by her, his gaze falling on the hand she was holding, his thin lips slightly raised: "What, weren't we going to part ways? Now you're not?"

"We're not breaking up!"

Considering he had been hit hard, Mo Sangyu decided not to hold it against him.

The safe place that Mo Sangyu found was the room that Chu Canglan had arranged for her.

After entering, Mo Sangyu made sure no one was watching before speaking seriously: "From my initial understanding, this city lord is an extremely arrogant person. He doesn't take you and me seriously at all. Underestimating the enemy is his fatal weakness."

"Um."

Feng Xingyu nodded slightly.

He figured it out.

There wasn't even a guard around; that's quite arrogant.

"So, in the next two days, all we need to do is figure out the strength of the entire City Lord's Mansion, whether there are any other experts besides him and that ninth-rank expert. Once we find out, we should act as soon as possible."

"Um."

Feng Xingyu nodded again: "I'll do whatever you say."

"Yo."

Mo Sangyu leaned closer to him, teasingly saying, "So obedient today, not arguing with me anymore?"

Feng Xingyu: "...I can't argue with that."

Tsk.

rare.

"There's one more thing we need to figure out."

"What is it?"

"This morning I overheard people talking about the women they brought into the villa last night. Apparently, they were there to prepare for some kind of moon-worshiping ceremony. I suspect those girls might be in danger."

"Then let's find out the truth."

As the two were talking, they suddenly heard footsteps outside.