His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

He actually lunged into the arms of the new city lord's wife!

It's over.

This girl is dead meat!

The wife of the new city lord is not someone to be trifled with.

Those who were temporarily left behind in the mansion lived in constant fear.

They were terrified that if they accidentally offended her, being kicked out of Youdu City would be a minor matter compared to losing their lives.

After all, when she first arrived, she directly killed Lady Li, who had been favored for many years, and everyone in the city lord's mansion knew about it.

The very next day, she transformed into the true mistress of the city lord's mansion.

The city lord was also replaced and became her...house slave.

Even a drawing book wouldn't dare to write like this.

Just as everyone covered their eyes, unable to bear witnessing the cruel scene that was about to unfold, they heard the girl's aggrieved sobs: "Miss, I thought I would never see you again..."

Feng Mian hugged Mo Sangyu, crying with tears and snot streaming down his face.

It's dirty and noisy.

But as it turned out, the scene everyone imagined didn't happen at all.

Mo Sangyu merely grabbed Feng Mian by the back of her collar with disdain, pulling her aside slightly. His gaze fell on her face, which was as dirty as a cat's, and he coaxed helplessly, "Alright, you're a girl, how can you cry so ugly?"

"..."

Feng Mian pouted and stopped crying, but her tears mixed with the dust on her face made her look utterly disgusting.

The others weren't much better off.

"Princess Princess..."

Granny Yu stepped forward, bowed, and only realized her mistake after speaking, quickly correcting herself: "Madam."

Mo Sangyu waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over the familiar faces before him, faces weathered and weary.

The journey from the border town to Youdu was clearly not easy.

"It's good that everyone arrived safely."

Her tone was calm, revealing no emotion: "You must be tired from your journey. Go downstairs first, settle in, wash up, have something to eat, and get some rest. Your accommodations have been arranged. We'll discuss anything you need later."

He paused, then added, "This will be your home from now on, so get used to it as soon as possible."

These words, spoken casually, brought a slight sense of relief to Granny Yu and the others who had been on edge.

Fortunately, the lady did not find their disheveled state offensive.

The maids who had been cowering, thinking someone was about to die, now had their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

This city lord's wife, who looks like she's not to be trifled with, is... how come she's so easy to talk to these people?

Instead of scolding them, they made them feel at home here.

This scene inevitably stirred a sense of envy in the hearts of the maids.

When Feng Mian saw that Mo Sangyu's clothes had been smeared with a black mark, her face turned red, and she quickly took two steps back, lowering her head and not daring to say a word.

Mo Sangyu smiled and gestured to the senior executive waiting beside her: "Take them to settle in."

Manager Gao Sheng quickly agreed, his attitude respectful: "Everyone, please follow me."

Gao Sheng was the original steward of the mansion, and Mo Sangyu noticed him from the first day she entered the mansion.

This person was prudent in handling affairs and knew how to assess situations, so Mo Sangyu temporarily kept him in the mansion.

With him helping to take care of Granny Yu and the others, Mo Sangyu was able to relax.

If possible, in the future, let him help Granny Yu quickly familiarize herself with the affairs of the mansion, so that she can continue to be a hands-off manager.

After Granny Yu and the others were settled, Mo Sangyu returned to the front yard. As soon as she arrived at the front hall, she encountered Gu Jinzhi and Luo Ming walking in from outside.

Behind Luo Ming was a strange man.

Clearly, they had washed up and changed into clean clothes.

"lady!"

"Good day, Madam!"

Gu Jinzhi and Luo Ming first greeted Mo Sangyu, bowed respectfully, and then went to the study to find Feng Xingyu to report on the events of the past few days.

Luo Ming took a few steps, then seemed to remember something he had forgotten, and quickly went back: "Oh right, Madam, that one..."

He pointed to the strange man standing outside the door: "You picked it up, and I'm returning it to you."

After saying that, the two went to the study.

Mo Sangyu then turned her gaze to the person outside.

Back in the Colosseum, he was covered in blood and wounds, his face unrecognizable.

Now that the injury has healed and the body has been cleaned up, its original appearance is revealed.

He turned out to be an extremely handsome young man.

He doesn't look very old, no more than eighteen or nineteen.

He has delicate features and fair skin, but there are some small wounds on his face. Instead of affecting his appearance, they add a touch of brokenness to his look.

Like a little puppy.

If one hadn't witnessed his appearance in the Colosseum, it would be easy to be deceived by his current facade.

The contrast is just too great.

Mo Sangyu sat down in the main seat and beckoned to him with her finger: "Come here."

The boy did as instructed and slowly approached.

His steps were steady, without the slightest hesitation.

Upon reaching Mo Sangyu, he immediately knelt down on both knees.

"My life was given to me by you, Miss."

His voice was a little hoarse, but clear and firm: "From now on, I belong to you, Miss. Please, Miss, keep me here. I'm willing to do anything for you!"

He addressed her as "Miss" instead of "Madam".

This subtle difference meant that he saw himself as Mo Sangyu's person, not Feng Xingyu's.

"Oh?"

He is one who knows how to repay kindness.

Mo Sangyu reached out and gently lifted his chin with her fingers, forcing him to raise his head and carefully look at his seemingly harmless face and his clean and innocent eyes.

She knew that beneath this facade lay something entirely different.

"You want to stay by my side."

Mo Sangyu spoke softly, her voice calm: "You must be absolutely loyal. If you can't do that, I can give you some money right now and set you free to live the life you want."

Her sharp gaze locked onto his eyes: "Once you stay, there is no turning back. If you ever have second thoughts or betray me, I will kill you."

"I want to stay."

Without the slightest hesitation, the boy answered almost immediately: "I can be Miss's most loyal dog, absolutely obedient, and never betray her."

Mo Sangyu looked at him for a moment, then nodded slightly: "What's your name?"

The boy shook his head, his slightly bewildered eyes looking somewhat pitiful: "I have no name, please bestow one upon me, Miss."

Mo Sangyu recalled his ruthless, life-or-death struggle in the arena.

This person is resolute and holds grudges.

In addition, his loyalty to his master makes him a suitable name.

"Yazi," she uttered.

Yazi is a mythical beast of ferocious nature.

This kind of beast is extremely vengeful and fiercely protective of its master.

Once they pledge allegiance to a master, they will transform into a guardian as sharp as a blade.

Even if its owner suffers the slightest injustice, it will immediately pounce on the provocateur and tear them to shreds, its loyalty tinged with extreme ferocity.

It suits his nature very well.

The boy was slightly taken aback, and then a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

He bowed, his forehead touching the ground, and solemnly kowtowed: "Thank you, Miss, for bestowing the name Ya Zi... I really like this name."

Mo Sangyu reached out and gently helped him up: "Get up. From now on, you are mine."

Besides Feng Mian, Ya Zi was the second person she took in.

Feng Xingyu was standing at the door at some point when he overheard Mo Sangyu's words.

He stepped inside, his mask covering most of his face, revealing only his sharply defined jawline and tightly pursed thin lips.

At this moment, he exuded a chilling aura, more biting than the winter wind.

The air seemed frozen.

Kneeling on the ground, Ya Zi subconsciously tensed his back, and his hands hanging at his sides quietly clenched.

Feng Xingyu walked slowly, step by step, toward Mo Sangyu in the main seat.

His eyes were dark and clouded, churning with an undisguised, intense possessiveness.

He looked as if he was about to tear the person in front of him apart and devour them at any moment.

Mo Sangyu felt a slight chill in her heart.

This guy looks like he's come to fight her.

Feng Xingyu stopped in front of her, his tall figure casting a shadow, and a cold aura surrounding her.

He didn't strike, nor did he get angry. He simply leaned down slightly, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of grievance and questioning: "He's your man, but what about me?"

"what?"

Mo Sangyu was stunned for a moment.

This development was not quite what she had expected.

I never expected him to ask such a question.

Mo Sangyu blurted out instinctively, "You...aren't you my husband?"

Only after she finished speaking did she realize what she had said.

Just as she was about to change her words, she saw that Feng Xingyu's eyes, which had been clouded with anger, immediately brightened, and the cold aura around him disappeared at a visible speed.

A stunning smile graced his thin lips, and even through the mask, a hint of devilish charm could be seen.

"..."

Mo Sangyu sighed silently as she watched his expression change faster than flipping through a book.

Oh well, as long as it makes him happy, that's enough.

Feng Xingyu casually sat down on the chair next to her, his posture languid, exuding an undeniable sense of control.

He raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping lightly over Ya Zi, who was still kneeling on the ground, and said in a very magnanimous tone: "Get up, you can go out first. I have something to say to Madam alone."

Ya Zi did not move immediately, but raised her eyes and looked at Mo Sangyu in the main seat with a questioning look in her eyes.

Mo Sangyu nodded slightly to him.

Upon receiving the instruction, Ya Zi slowly stood up, bowed to Mo Sangyu, then turned and obediently withdrew.

"What do you want to tell me?"

When only the two of them were left in the room, Mo Sangyu turned to look at him and asked.

"that."

For once, Feng Xingyu showed a hint of restraint: "You can't deny what you just said."

"What?"

Mo Sangyu didn't understand for a moment, and Feng Xingyu's eyes immediately darkened.

"Oh, that one."

She realized what was happening and quickly replied, "Okay, I understand."

This man seems to be going increasingly crazy. Given the current situation, it's best to go along with him gently.

"Good girl."

Feng Xingyu reached out and touched her head, quickly leaving a light kiss on her cheek before immediately changing the subject.

"Our men should all be here tonight. I'd like to host a bonfire feast to welcome the soldiers and also to discuss the city's defenses with Jinzhi. What do you think?"