His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"Feng Xingyu!"

Before Feng Xingyu could explain, she kicked him.

Feng Xingyu moved with lightning speed, grabbing her ankle in one swift motion.

It was so soft and smooth to the touch, the feel was amazing, and he was slightly taken aback.

Mo Sangyu struggled, but couldn't break free, and became even more furious: "Let go!"

Feng Xingyu not only didn't let go, but instead pulled her in front of him.

The two were in an extremely intimate position; she was sitting half-sitting, with one of her feet held in his hand, their breaths almost audible.

"you……"

"It happened so suddenly, I panicked..."

The main thing is that Feng Xingyu didn't expect that no matter how much he tried, Mo Sangyu wouldn't wake up, but she woke up immediately as soon as Chu Canglan approached.

"You hid in my bed in a moment of panic?"

Mo Sangyu reached out and pushed him away, saying, "If you climbed onto the roof beam, it would be understandable if you were discovered."

"What if he finds me hiding under the covers?"

Feng Xingyu's voice suddenly became forceful, his tone tinged with anger: "Could it be that you're afraid he'll misunderstand?"

"What misunderstanding do I have to be afraid of?"

Mo Sangyu felt that this man was being unreasonable.

He wasn't like this before, so why has he become increasingly petty lately?

"Feng Xingyu, I'm afraid he'll discover your identity. Your identity can't be exposed yet. It doesn't matter if he finds out, but the people from Da You can't find out!"

Feng Xingyu: "...I can kill him."

"..."

Mo Sangyu was speechless.

He's awesome.

He's amazing.

After a while, she couldn't help but ask again, "How confident are you?"

Feng Xingyu pondered for a moment seriously before replying, "Fifty percent."

Fifty percent?

Mo Sangyu was clearly a little disappointed.

What's the point of killing half a percent?

Only when there's at least an 80% chance of success should we consider taking action.

Not counting the other experts in the city, including one of the ninth-rank masters.

"Feng Xingyu, what rank are you in martial arts cultivation?"

Mo Sangyu finally had the chance to ask this question.

If he is 50% confident in killing a Grandmaster, then his own strength, if not stronger than a Grandmaster, must be at least at the same level.

"I……"

Feng Xingyu hesitated for a moment, then gently shook his head: "My true energy is very chaotic. Others can't tell unless they tell me, and even I'm not quite sure myself."

"what?"

Mo Sangyu became interested and reached out to tug at his sleeve: "Then don't be on guard, let me use my soul sense to infiltrate and investigate properly."

"How to hack in?"

"Just don't stop me."

"Okay."

He agreed almost without hesitation: "I won't stop you."

What happened?

Mo Sangyu felt that Feng Xingyu was acting really strange.

One moment he's as obedient as a puppy, the next he's as wild as a wild beast; one moment he's compliant, the next he's domineering; he can be reasonable, and he can be unreasonable.

How can he be more fickle than a woman?

However, what she liked most was when he was obedient.

Just like right now.

Mo Sangyu reached out and pinched his chin: "You're such a good boy, sit up straight."

Feng Xingyu: "..."

"Sit still."

Mo Sangyu pulled him to sit opposite her: "Close your eyes."

Feng Xingyu nodded obediently, then slowly closed his eyes.

"Relax, don't resist."

As Mo Sangyu's gentle voice rang in his ears, her soul began to slowly probe into Feng Xingyu's body.

Upon entering, she immediately sensed an extremely domineering and boundless true energy unfolding before her eyes.

The power of this true energy far surpasses that of ordinary ninth-rank martial arts practitioners, and is several times stronger than the peak of the ninth rank.

However, the strangeness soon became apparent.

Deep within this vast and domineering true energy, there was another completely different gas mixed in.

The gas was dark in color, exuding an ancient, profound, and somewhat eerie aura.

Unlike true qi, which is balanced and peaceful, it appears exceptionally turbulent and violent, like lava imprisoned in the deep sea, constantly trying to break free of its restraints and incinerate everything.

It was this strange gas that made Feng Xingyu's originally pure true energy chaotic and blurry, making it difficult to judge accurately.

What alarmed Mo Sangyu even more was that the power contained in this dark gas was even stronger than Feng Xingyu's own true energy.

However, it has always been suppressed in a corner by something.

It was this suppression that made his strength seem unpredictable.

On the surface, the true energy appears chaotic, possibly only at the seventh or eighth rank, or even the eighth or ninth rank, which makes it easy for people to lower their guard.

However, once you delve deeper, you will discover a terrifying foundation that is enough to shake even a Grandmaster.

Mo Sangyu slowly withdrew her soul consciousness and looked at Feng Xingyu, who was still sitting with his eyes closed, with a complicated expression.

"How is it?"

Feng Xingyu also opened his eyes, his gaze beneath the mask carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension and anticipation.

"Your internal energy... is very strange."

Mo Sangyu carefully chose his words: "Extremely strong, at least at the peak of the ninth rank, or even higher, but it is mixed with something else, a very ancient and violent aura. It is this thing that makes your true qi impure and your aura chaotic."

Feng Xingyu paused for a moment, then nodded: "I know, it has existed since it was a child, and I... have been suppressing it."

"You know?"

Mo Sangyu was a little surprised: "Use what to suppress it?"

The thing suppressing that gas was also strange, like some kind of restriction.

"I'm not quite sure, it was my mother who suppressed it for me when I was a child."

Feng Xingyu had no intention of hiding anything from Mo Sangyu, not even some old stories he didn't want to mention.

"Before my mother died, she suddenly injected something into my body. I was too young to understand at the time, but now I think it must have been something related to bloodline."

"Bloodline Restriction!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Sangyu immediately understood.

The thing suppressing the gas in his body is bloodline suppression.

It must have been a restriction set up by his mother specifically to protect him from being harmed by the power of his bloodline.

The suppressed energy within him was the power of his mother's bloodline.

This power is easily backfired if one's strength is insufficient, which is why it is sealed with bloodline restrictions.

"Do you want to completely control it?" Mo Sangyu suddenly asked.

Feng Xingyu looked up at her: "Is it alright?"

"Under normal circumstances, we can only wait for a specific opportunity, at which time the restriction will be automatically lifted and the bloodline power will be fully awakened."

"Do you have any other ideas?"

If he could awaken his bloodline power earlier, he could get rid of that... person who dared to covet her sooner.

"There is a solution."

Mo Sangyu shook her head, not agreeing with untying the knot prematurely.

"The risk is too great, and there's a high chance of a backlash."

In this respect, she is very similar to him.

However, because her soul was too powerful and her physical body could not withstand it, she had no choice but to seal her spiritual power within her soul.

As for Feng Xingyu, his bloodline power was too strong, and his own strength was insufficient to withstand this wave of inheritance.

Judging from this, his mother must not be an ordinary person.

The Great You Emperor might have lost the big picture for a small gain.

"Forget it, you're already very powerful. Let this bloodline restriction take its natural course and don't force it. If it gets out of control, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Feng Xingyu did not answer immediately, but just looked at her quietly for a long time.

"What are you looking at me like that?"

"Don't you think I'm a monster?"

I don't think so.

Mo Sangyu pushed him off the bed: "It doesn't matter if you're a monster or not, I'm still a demoness. Go find somewhere to sleep."

Feng Xingyu stumbled a few steps after being pushed by her before regaining his balance, and his gaze towards her revealed a hint of helplessness.

"I sleep under the roof beam."

I could have held her and slept comfortably all night.

Now, if you want to stay in this room, you can only sleep on the roof beams.

……

The next day.

Early in the morning, a maid knocked on the door and brought hot water to serve Mo Sangyu for washing up.

After that, they had several large boxes brought in.

The box was opened, revealing a dazzling array of gold and silver jewelry, jade and emeralds, as well as neatly stacked, obviously valuable silks and beautiful dresses.

"Young lady, these are all gifts from the city lord."

The head maid spoke respectfully, with a standard smile on her face: "The city lord said that you should get used to it as soon as possible, and in the future... he will give you even more until you agree to become the city lord's wife."

Mo Sangyu glanced at the items, nodded calmly, and said, "Yes, I'll take them. Let's put them aside for now."

Seeing her indifferent reaction, the maid bowed and said, "The city lord is waiting for you in the flower hall for breakfast. Please go there as soon as you are ready, so as not to keep the city lord waiting."

"Okay, I'll go right away," Mo Sangyu replied.

After the maids had all left and the door was closed, Feng Xingyu quietly jumped down from the roof beam.

He was still wearing a mask, so his emotions were unreadable, but his eyes were coldly fixed on the large boxes and the calm-looking Mo Sangyu.

Mo Sangyu felt his cold gaze and turned to look at him.

"What are you looking at?"

She walked to the table, poured herself a glass of water, and said, "Whether he brings these things or not, they'll be ours sooner or later. Don't look at me like that."

Feng Xingyu didn't speak, but the coldness in his eyes intensified.

Mo Sangyu put down her water glass, walked to the wardrobe, grabbed a dress that the maid had prepared yesterday, changed into it, and tidied her hair in front of the mirror.

"I'm going to eat now."

She turned to look at Feng Xingyu: "Are you going or not?"

Feng Xingyu remained silent, but eventually stepped behind her.

But the low pressure emanating from him could suffocate a person.

The two left the room one after the other and, led by a maid, headed towards the flower hall.

Along the way, the servants in the mansion bowed respectfully to them, but as soon as they turned around, they began to whisper among themselves.

"I wonder how long this guy's glory will last?"

"Based on past patterns, she will be dealt with by Madam Li within five days. Over the years, no matter how outrageous Madam Li has been, the city lord has never punished her. I suppose this time will be the same."

"Madam Li is the Moon Master's good sister, so her status in the City Lord's heart is naturally different."

"I think it's not necessarily true."

Suddenly, a small voice interjected: "Don't you know? Before, all those women came to us willingly, but this one was drugged and brought in by our city lord. Not only did he send so many gifts, but now he wants to have dinner with her alone. I don't think even Lady Li has ever had such an honor, has she?"

"That seems to be true."

"Then let's wait and see."

The whispers drifted faintly into Mo Sangyu's ears.

She curled her lips coldly.

And this is how you dare to call yourself clean?