His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Feng Xingyu stood up abruptly, the chill emanating from him almost freezing everyone around him to death.

"Of course I'll admit it! I admit it! But what about you? Do you dare promise to stay with me forever, instead of just treating me like a toy you can discard at any time?"

"..."

Everyone was astonished.

Good heavens, did I really say that?

Is the master so humble in front of his wife?

Where is my pride, my aloofness, my reserve?

Everyone wished they could just disappear on the spot.

This is not something they can hear, help!

Mo Sangyu was also taken aback by Feng Xingyu's words, and his momentum suddenly weakened.

"When...when did I ever say I treated you like a plaything?"

We can't continue this conversation.

She quickly looked at Gu Jinzhi and Luo Ming, and swiftly changed the subject: "Have you all eaten?"

"..."

At this point, they dared not say they hadn't eaten enough and all nodded in agreement.

After finishing speaking, Mo Sangyu turned and left, her steps so fast they created a gust of wind, heading straight for the main camp.

Behind them, Gu Jinzhi, Luo Ming, and the others exchanged glances, none of them daring to say a word, and silently followed.

In the end, only Feng Xingyu remained, sitting alone by the campfire.

He held the wine jar, tilted his head back, and gulped down two mouthfuls. The wine dripped down his chin, soaking his clothes.

After a while, he slowly stood up and walked towards the main camp.

Inside the tent, the atmosphere became serious.

The crowd gathered around a large table, on which lay out a defense map and a map of the entire city of Youdu.

Mo Sangyu stood in the main position, pointing to several key locations on the map, and concisely explained the existing defensive distribution, troop deployment, and functions of each area within the city.

She speaks slowly and clearly.

That's the general situation.

After she finished speaking, she looked at everyone and said, "You can discuss and decide on the specific personnel arrangements and defense adjustments after taking over."

Gu Jinzhi nodded, pondered for a moment, and then made up his mind when he looked up.

"Yan Qing will be in charge of routine law enforcement and maintaining public order within the city."

"The deployment and intelligence gathering of the sentries will be handled by Moonshadow."

"Yuan Zhao, you are in charge of registering the entry and exit of civilians and merchants stationed outside the city."

He made the arrangements quickly and decisively, then paused for a moment, before suddenly frowning: "There's another problem."

"What's the problem?"

"The people who were originally from Youdu City are all quite powerful. We certainly wouldn't feel comfortable handing over real power to them. However, their strength is above that of you few. If we make them subservient to others and take orders from those who are weaker than themselves, it will be difficult for them to gain the support of the people and it could easily cause trouble."

Everyone looked at each other, at a loss for what to do.

At this moment, Mo Sangyu took out a piece of paper from her sleeve, wrote a prescription, and handed it to Luo Ming.

"Dr. Luo, tomorrow please boil two large pots of this medicine for me according to this prescription. It will be useful then."

Luo Ming took the prescription and glanced at it, his pupils shrinking slightly.

The herbs in this prescription clearly contained toxins, but he couldn't tell what kind of toxins they were.

However, since it was Madam's order, he didn't need to ask any more questions and simply did as she said: "Alright, hand it over to your subordinate."

Feng Xingyu stood at the tent entrance, and only entered after everyone had finished their discussion.

The wine jar in his hand was mostly empty, and he was already smelling of alcohol, but his eyes were clear and his steps were steady, showing no signs of drunkenness.

He walked straight to the table, glanced at the deployment map, dipped his pen in ink, and casually added a few strokes to the map.

These were all minor details, but upon closer inspection, everyone's expressions immediately turned serious.

Those places were either easily overlooked outposts or weak points in the defense. After they were added, the entire defense became much tighter instantly.

When it comes to military deployment maps, you really have to be the best.

"Go to bed early tonight. Tomorrow, gather all the remaining troops in the city. I'll double-check everything. We can lift the lockdown normally the day after tomorrow."

After saying this last sentence, Mo Sangyu turned and left.

She left decisively, without even glancing at Feng Xingyu or calling out to him.

Once outside the encampment, the cool night breeze dispelled the lingering stuffiness and inexplicable heat inside the tent.

Back in her room at the city lord's mansion, she first took a bath and changed into soft nightgown.

I was lying in bed, but I couldn't fall asleep.

My mind keeps involuntarily recalling what Feng Xingyu said.

Has Feng Xingyu really fallen in love with her?

Why does it sound so insecure?

Does her usual behavior really make it seem like she might abandon him at any moment?

No, right?

He drank quite a bit tonight, but he seems pretty sober, so...

As she was lost in thought, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door. Before she could react, the door was pushed open forcefully.

Feng Xingyu stood tall at the doorway.

The smell of alcohol on him was noticeably stronger than it had been in the tent.

Mo Sangyu frowned and sat up from the bed.

How much did he drink?

She got out of bed and went over to him, pushing him away: "You've had too much to drink, go back to your room and sleep..."

Before she could finish speaking, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

Hot, intoxicating breath immediately sprayed onto the side of her neck.

"Mo Sangyu".

He called her name softly, his voice hoarse.

Before she could respond, he suddenly ripped open the collar of one side of her nightgown, revealing her fair shoulder, then lowered his head and bit down.

"hiss!"

Mo Sangyu only felt a slight pain.

But he bit down hard, and only when he tasted blood did he release his grip. Then he gently licked the wound with his lips, his movements incredibly tender.

Mo Sangyu shoved him away forcefully, clutching her shoulder and taking two steps back, both shocked and furious: "Are you a dog?!"

Feng Xingyu was pushed so hard that he staggered and felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.

After he regained his footing, he wasn't angry; instead, he chuckled softly.

"You can bite back."

He looked at her, his eyes slightly hazy in the dim light, clearly showing signs of intoxication: "You can bite me wherever you want."

"You've become stupid from being drunk, haven't you?"

If someone dares to bite her, I wonder who will be in more pain.

Mo Sangyu didn't want to argue with a drunkard, so she reached out and pushed him, saying, "Go back to sleep."

"No!"

Feng Xingyu grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest, stubbornly saying, "You haven't gotten your revenge yet, I can't leave..."

"..."

Seeing his reaction, Mo Sangyu was both annoyed and amused.

"Are you sure you want me to bite?"

"Um."

Feng Xingyu, when drunk, is strangely endearing.

Mo Sangyu took off his mask and then closed the door.

The scars on his face had long been washed away, revealing a flawless face beneath the mask.

Every time Mo Sangyu saw this face, she felt an irrational impulse.

Such a handsome man, if he were only a bed partner...

"Feng Xingyu, I'm asking you, do you remember what I did to you when I was drunk last time?"

Mo Sangyu grabbed his collar and pulled him to the bedside: "Tonight, I'll give you a chance, you can..."

She leaned close to his ear and slowly uttered the last three words: "Come back to the way you were."

A hint of confusion flashed in Feng Xingyu's eyes.

Last time she got drunk...

They did nothing.

Damn.

He should drink less.

After leaving the military camp, Mo Sangyu drank two more jars of wine.

Right now, my head is spinning terribly.

"Mo Sangyu".

Feng Xingyu only knew that tonight he was afraid he would make a mistake after drinking.

He held Mo Sangyu in his arms, pressed her down on the bed, and instinctively found her lips, gently kissing them.

Ok.

The soft, warm touch, and the pleasant aroma.

is her.

"Mo Sangyu".

He whispered her name in her ear: "Let me hold you while I sleep."

After saying that, there was no further sound.

Mo Sangyu: "..."

This man... just fell asleep?

So, only women are prone to drunken promiscuity?

Men can't be chaotic when they're drunk!

Mo Sangyu resisted the urge to kick him off the bed, took off his shoes, and pulled them up to the inside.

She was too lazy to bother with it anymore, so she decided to let him sleep here tonight.

That night.

Perhaps because of the soul contract, Mo Sangyu felt that she was sleeping more soundly than usual.

I woke up to find no one beside me.

Feng Xingyu ran away like that?

I have important business to attend to today.

Hearing the commotion, Feng Mian, who was waiting outside, hurriedly pushed open the door and came in: "Miss, you're awake! I saw His Highness... I saw the City Lord come out of your room. Miss, you two wouldn't be...?"

"No, he drank too much."

Seeing Feng Mian's gossipy expression, Mo Sangyu reached out and poked her forehead.

There was another figure outside the door.

It is Yazi.

He walked to the door with his head down and said in a hoarse voice, "Miss, Doctor Luo asked me to tell you that the medicine you need has been prepared and asked where you would like it delivered."

"Have him transport it to the gate of the mansion, then notify Mr. Gu to quickly gather all the people from the city and have them wait at the gate."

"Yes."

Ya Zi replied, then turned and left quickly.

After Ya Zi walked away, Feng Mian asked curiously, "Why does he also call someone 'Miss'?"

"Because he is my man."

"Oh, and what about this servant?"

"You are mine too."

Upon hearing Mo Sangyu's words, Feng Mian revealed a proud little expression.

Then, he seemed puzzled.

"Miss, but I feel that we all belong to you now."

"No, they belong to Feng Xingyu."

"But the city lord is also a young lady."

"..."

Mo Sangyu's expression froze for a moment, then she chuckled and said, "Stop talking nonsense. Hurry up and get me some food. Eat and then get back to work."

"Okay, Miss."

Fengmian jogged away.

After washing up and changing her clothes, Mo Sangyu came out, just as Feng Xingyu was also coming out of his room.

He had changed his clothes again today and put his mask back on. When he saw Mo Sangyu, he walked straight over.

"last night……"

"You haven't forgotten what happened last night, have you?"

Such a familiar conversation.

This time, however, it was Mo Sangyu who asked him the question.

Feng Xingyu paused, his deep eyes peering through the mask, fixing their gaze firmly on her face.

His thin lips were slightly pursed, and a faint blush crept onto the tips of his ears, but his voice remained calm and steady: "Forget..."

"Feng Xingyu."

He had barely uttered a word when Mo Sangyu interrupted him: "If you forget, don't blame me for not giving you a chance."

A faint smile appeared in Feng Xingyu's eyes, and he added in a hoarse voice, "...I can't forget."

Unfortunately.

In the end, she didn't give him the words he wanted.

"lady."

Feng Xingyu looked at her and suddenly said with utmost seriousness, "Let's have another wedding ceremony."