His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

The maid made a throat-slitting gesture.

Mrs. Li's eyes flickered.

In the past, when dealing with those women, she would first find a pretext to take them away, lock them up, and then deal with them slowly.

The city lord always turned a blind eye to this and never truly blamed her.

Even if she goes a little too far this time, given the city lord's indulgence and doting on her, he certainly won't say much.

With this in mind, Madam Li felt reassured and nodded.

Mo Sangyu watched as the master and servant discussed how to resolve his situation, seemingly oblivious to everyone else, and felt utterly speechless.

This brainless good-for-nothing is actually the woman Chu Canglan has doted on for many years. Is his taste really that bad?

Feng Xingyu stood beside Mo Sangyu, his expression behind the mask unchanged, only his thin lips curved almost imperceptibly.

"You blind, worthless wretch!"

Seeing that Madam Li had already nodded in agreement, the maid felt emboldened and pointed at Mo Sangyu, cursing in a sinister tone: "What audacity! How dare you be so disrespectful to our Madam!"

After saying that, he looked at the old women beside him and said sternly, "What are you all standing there for? Arrest her!"

Upon hearing this, several burly old women immediately rolled up their sleeves, their faces contorted with malice, and prepared to step forward.

Suddenly, Mo Sangyu laughed, looked at the maid, raised his hand, and slightly bent his finger: "Kill her."

His tone was gentle, yet tinged with amusement.

It's as simple and casual as saying, "The weather is so nice."

Upon hearing this, the maid's face showed disdain.

However, before she could speak again, she felt a figure flash past her eyes, and warm blood suddenly sprayed onto her face.

Feng Xingyu had already made his move, quickly stepping forward and drawing his sword to slit... Lady Li's throat.

That's right.

That's Mrs. Li.

Before the smugness and ruthlessness on Madam Li's face had completely faded, her pupils suddenly dilated, filled with extreme horror and fear.

She didn't see who approached her at all; she only felt a sharp, icy pain in her neck.

The next instant, scalding liquid gushed uncontrollably from her throat, staining her luxurious clothes red and splashing all over the faces of the maids beside her.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

The body's strength was instantly drained.

She clutched her bleeding neck, staggered back a step, and stared wide-eyed at the masked man in front of her in disbelief.

How dare he...

Don't you know who she is?

Countless questions and resentments flooded my mind, only to be shattered by the rapidly fading vitality of my life.

"Bang."

Mrs. Li fell backward, crashing heavily onto the cold ground, and a pool of glaring crimson quickly spread beneath her.

His eyes were wide open, and he died with his eyes still open.

All of this happened so fast, it caught everyone off guard.

The servants, old women, and even the maid who had just been shouting all froze in place, as if they had been frozen in place.

The color drained from his face, leaving only boundless fear in his eyes.

The air was deathly still, with only the faint sound of the wind passing through the garden.

Feng Xingyu took out a handkerchief he always carried and casually wiped the bloodstains off his sword before returning to Mo Sangyu's side.

Mo Sangyu raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering for a moment on Madam Li's corpse, then looking at the maid whose face was splattered with blood and who was terrified.

"Tsk."

She clicked her tongue slightly, her tone unreadable: "I told you to kill her, so why did you kill that other one?"

"Oh, I killed the wrong person."

Feng Xingyu replied casually.

Then, the tone abruptly changed: "Then kill them again, so that mistress and servant can be reunited."

Upon hearing this, the maid tried to run away, her legs weak. But as soon as she took a step, the sword in Feng Xingyu's hand flew out and pierced through her entire body from behind.

The maid looked down and saw the sword tip protruding from her body, dripping with blood.

She opened her mouth, but before she could even utter a scream, she collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

The master and servant died within moments of each other.

The remaining maids and old women trembled like leaves, barely daring to breathe, and covered their mouths tightly.

They were terrified that if they made even the slightest sound, they would be the next to die.

Upon seeing this, Mo Sangyu gave Feng Xingyu a thumbs up.

Then, without saying anything, he continued walking along the path.

Feng Xingyu pulled the sword that had pierced the maid's body out, wiped it clean again, and sheathed it before quickly chasing after her.

He took the initiative to explain: "I killed Madam Li to test his bottom line and see if he would turn against you for this woman."

Without turning her head, Mo Sangyu calmly exposed, "You want him to turn against me directly."

"..."

Feng Xingyu did not refute.

That's exactly what he thought.

This woman is too smart to be fooled.

He took two quick steps and grabbed her wrist.

Mo Sangyu stopped and looked back at him.

"That……"

The mask concealed most of his expression, but his tone was clearly weak: "Aren't you angry?"

Mo Sangyu looked at him for a long while before uttering two words: "No."

Feng Xingyu breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that you're not angry.

The news quickly reached Chu Canglan.

Yan Xu recounted the events that had occurred in the garden in detail.

Chu Canglan sat behind his desk and listened twice before he was sure he hadn't misheard.

Mo Sangyu ordered his servants to kill his "most beloved" Lady Li, along with her personal maid, in broad daylight and in full view of everyone, in the garden of his city lord's mansion?!

After hearing the details, Chu Canglan leaned back in his chair and remained silent for a long time.

Then, he suddenly chuckled softly.

There was no anger in that laughter; instead, it carried a strange sense of amusement.

She really does have a bad temper.

On his turf, the people who killed him could do it without any consequences. Such audacity and such behavior are truly not something an ordinary person could possess.

Yan Xu waited to the side, and seeing that he remained silent for a long time, he tentatively asked, "City Lord, should I take some men and arrest them?"

Chu Canglan's slender fingers tapped lightly on the smooth rosewood table, producing rhythmic soft sounds.

His gaze was fixed on the garden outside the window, his eyes deep and unreadable.

Then there was a long silence.

Finally, he slowly spoke: "No rush."

His tone was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger: "Wait a little longer."

"Lord, I think we should warn her about this. Otherwise, she'll really think she can do whatever she wants in the manor. This time she killed Madam Li, but who knows who she'll target next? The key is that her servant is very dangerous; most people can't beat him."

"I know what I'm doing."

"But……"

"Go down."

Seeing that Chu Canglan was determined, Yan Xu had no choice but to give up and obediently retreat.

Chu Canglan took out a white jade hairpin from the drawer of his desk, held it in his palm and gazed at it, a gentle smile curving his lips.

This hairpin was a gift from Yue'er to him.

Before Yue'er died, she loved to befriend women with outstanding abilities. He did this simply to recruit a few more for her so that he could make her happy when she woke up.

Unfortunately, none of those women were good people; they only thought about how to seduce him and get into his bed.

Including Mrs. Li.

She claimed to be Yue'er's best friend, but in the end, she betrayed Yue'er for wealth and power.

All these years, the reason he kept her alive was to wait for Yue'er to wake up so that Yue'er could execute her herself.

Incidentally, he could also use her hands to help him deal with women who wanted to climb the social ladder.

Unexpectedly, she stumbled upon Mo Sangyu today, met a tough opponent, and ruined her own life.

Mo Sangyu was the only person he had met in recent years who was capable of refusing him.

But what exactly is her purpose in coming here?

Night falls.

Mo Sangyu returned to her room.

After today's commotion, she was prepared for Chu Canglan to come looking for her and break off their relationship, but she waited and waited until dark without any sign of him.

Mo Sangyu sat in the rocking chair, swaying slowly.

"It seems he doesn't care about that Mrs. Li at all."

She scoffed, "Men, there really aren't many good ones. She was a woman who had been with him for so long, and he didn't even bother to ask her why she was killed."

Feng Xingyu leaned against the window and listened to Mo Sangyu's words. After a long while, he finally replied, "Except for me."

Mo Sangyu didn't react for a moment: "What?"

Feng Xingyu repeated in a low voice, "I'm not that kind of person."

Mo Sangyu was stunned for a moment, then gave him a speechless look.

They're not even on the same wavelength.

After a while, Mo Sangyu spoke again: "There are still a few places in the manor that I haven't been to yet. Come with me to see them tonight."

"it is good."

Feng Xingyu readily agreed.

Evenings were still served by maids.

After finishing the meal, wait for the maid to clear away the dishes and chopsticks.

Mo Sangyu acted immediately. She used her avatar to create two dummy figures to stay in the room in their place.

The mannequins carry their scent, so even if there are guards outside, no one will suspect that the people inside are not them.

The two changed into their previous night clothes and silently blended into the darkness, stealthily heading towards the area they hadn't been able to reach during the day.

The journey was surprisingly smooth.

Using their night-clothes for concealment and Mo Sangyu's soul detection, they skillfully avoided all the visible and hidden sentries.

In fact, the real threat to them, besides Chu Canglan himself, was the layer of restrictions that enveloped the city lord's mansion.

Now that they are inside the manor, as long as they are careful to conceal their presence and not be detected by Chu Canglan, it will be difficult for others to find them.

The two explored the remaining areas one by one, gaining a clearer understanding of the layout of the city lord's mansion, the guard forces, and the locations of important buildings.

It can be confirmed that, apart from Grandmaster Chu Canglan himself, the only other core force in the manor is Yan Xu, a ninth-rank martial artist who is the most difficult to deal with.

The rest of the guards were mostly of the fifth to seventh rank.

The hidden sentries within the city were mostly of the seventh or eighth rank.

Mo Sangyu analyzed in a low voice: "With my current spiritual power, I can only handle a dozen or so martial arts practitioners at the seventh or eighth rank. But there are at least thirty or fifty such sentries in the city, and you..."

She looked at Feng Xingyu: "Dealing with Chu Canglan, a 50% chance of success is already the limit. If we add Yan Xu to that mix..."

That's unlikely.

Feng Xingyu nodded silently.

Therefore, if a direct approach doesn't work, we have to resort to some underhanded tactics.

After organizing the information they had gathered, the two were preparing to retreat along the same route.

"etc."

Suddenly, Mo Sangyu grabbed Feng Xingyu and looked sharply toward a side courtyard: "Something seems off over there."