His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Mo Sangyu returned to the city lord's mansion.

As soon as I stepped into the inner courtyard, I saw Granny Yu standing under the corridor, her old face beaming with joy.

This was the first time Mo Sangyu had ever seen such a smile on the old woman's face since she had known her.

"Madam is back!"

Granny Yu hurried forward, her eyes constantly glancing at her, as if she were appraising some rare treasure, which she was finally about to acquire.

"Are you tired? Go back to your room and rest. I've made you some soup."

Mo Sangyu was a little confused by her enthusiasm and followed her back to her room.

She froze as soon as she entered the room.

More than a dozen soup bowls were neatly arranged on the table, each still steaming, with a rich aroma of various herbs and ingredients wafting out.

"Granny, what's wrong with you...?" Mo Sangyu's eyelids twitched.

"A nourishing soup!"

Granny Yu smiled, her wrinkles radiating joy, and picked up a small bowl to begin introducing each item.

"This is ginseng and black chicken soup, this is angelica and mutton soup, this is wolfberry and turtle soup, this is... anyway, they are all top-notch."

"Madam, your health is important. You need to nourish yourself. We're not short of money now. This old servant specially asked the kitchen to buy everything they could. We stewed it all afternoon. When Master comes back, we'll let him drink it too."

As she spoke, she placed the bowl of soup she had prepared into Mo Sangyu's hands, looking at her expectantly with eyes full of love and affection.

Mo Sangyu felt a chill run down her spine when she met Granny Yu's gaze.

Isn't it better to stick to the original attitude?

She held a steaming bowl of soup in her hands, and Granny Yu kept staring at her, as if she wouldn't leave until she drank some.

She knew that Granny Yu meant well.

Otherwise, someone like Granny Yu, with her temperament, would never have gone out of her way to do these things for her.

But why the sudden enthusiasm?

Could it be because of her and Feng Xingyu's consummation of their marriage?

Unable to refuse the old woman's hospitality, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and taste a few mouthfuls of each of the dozen or so bowls of soup.

The taste was pretty good, and the ingredients were high-quality, but the quantity was a bit excessive.

It's just a nap, isn't it?

She's not pregnant.

"Madam, please rest well. This old servant will not disturb you any longer."

Seeing that she was unusually obedient and actually drank all the soup, although she didn't finish it, there were so many kinds that a few sips of each was enough.

Mo Sangyu rubbed her stomach.

I'm so full, I don't need to eat dinner tonight.

As she left the tent, Feng Xingyu said he would come to see her that night. Mo Sangyu thought about it and decided to lock the door.

Only a few hours have passed, and her back is still not fully recovered; she can't let him in.

As dusk fell.

Mo Sangyu changed her clothes and was about to go to bed when she remembered the soul contract. So she went out again and called Ya Zi.

To avoid having to get up in the middle of the night to look for Feng Xingyu, she asked Ya Zi to work hard for the next few days, resting during the day and guarding the door for her at night.

If you find her going out in the middle of the night, be sure to stop her.

Ya Zi gladly accepted the order.

So he went straight up to the crossbeam at the door, intending to stand guard in front of the young lady's door starting tonight.

With Ya Zi guarding the door, Mo Sangyu felt much more at ease. She locked the door again, returned to bed, and took out the map of the Black Stone Tribe that Gu Jinzhi had given her to look at.

Not long after.

The Soul Pact sensed that Feng Xingyu had returned.

She sat up straight and listened carefully.

Hearing Feng Xingyu pause briefly at his door before returning to his room, Mo Sangyu felt relieved.

As soon as Feng Xingyu entered the room, Granny Yu brought him the soup.

Granny Yu pleaded earnestly, "Master, it's not that I'm being nosy, but you've finally consummated your marriage with Madam. From now on, you should try to live in the same room as much as possible. I know you'll never take a concubine in your life, so just stay close to Madam and don't upset her. You must hold onto her tightly."

As Feng Xingyu listened, he quickly drank all the soup that the nanny had brought him: "I understand, nanny."

Seeing that he had finished the soup, Granny Yu nodded with satisfaction.

These nourishing soups, though all normal tonics, must be very effective for someone young and strong.

"Master, why don't you sleep with Madam tonight? I saw that the light is still on in Madam's room; she must be waiting for you."

Worried that he wouldn't go, Granny Yu reminded him again before leaving.

Upon hearing this, Feng Xingyu subconsciously looked outside, his eyes softening slightly beneath the mask.

After Granny Yu left, he took a bath, changed into a clean nightgown, and then eagerly headed towards Mo Sangyu's room.

As Feng Xingyu reached the door, he was about to raise his hand to knock when he paused.

He sensed a faint breathing above him, his gaze sharpened, and he looked up.

In the dim light, a figure was silently hidden on the crossbeam of the porch, almost impossible to detect unless one was deliberately trying to perceive it.

It is Yazi.

"What are you doing up there?"

Feng Xingyu frowned and said in a deep voice, "Get down."

Ya Zi moved swiftly, landing lightly, and first bowed respectfully to Feng Xingyu: "Greetings, Lord City Lord."

Then he replied, "Reporting to the city lord, this servant will stay here and guard the young lady."

"What's so great about guarding this place?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Xingyu said without room for argument, "There's no need to guard anymore, you may leave."

Ya Zi stood still, head bowed, neither humble nor arrogant: "I promised Miss that I would stay here. I cannot disobey Miss's words. Please, Lord City Lord, do not make things difficult for me."

Feng Xingyu's gaze suddenly turned cold: "I'm telling you to get out of here."

Ya Zi remained silent, his body erect, silently demonstrating his defiance.

Seeing his reaction, Feng Xingyu's thin lips curled into a slight mockery.

Without saying anything more, he suddenly released his true energy, and an invisible force slammed into Ya Zi's body.

Ya Zi was immediately sent flying, crashing heavily into the wall under the corridor with a thud.

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

The door was opened at almost the same time.

Mo Sangyu strode out and, upon seeing the scene before him, his expression darkened.

She first glanced at Ya Zi, who was clutching his chest and whose lips were stained with blood, then her cold gaze fell on Feng Xingyu: "What are you doing?"

Feng Xingyu's expression was cold: "The slave you raised is very bold. He doesn't listen to anything I say. I just taught him a lesson."

"lesson?"

Mo Sangyu's eyes grew even colder: "Ya Zi is my man. He only obeys my orders. What's the problem?"

"Are you really taking his side?"

Feng Xingyu was stung by the protectiveness in her words, and his anger began to rise uncontrollably.

Mo Sangyu didn't look at him again, but went straight to Ya Zi's side, helped him up, and said to Feng Mian who had rushed over after hearing the noise, "Help him down and let Doctor Luo take a look."

"Understood, Miss." Feng Mian quickly stepped forward to help her up.

Ya Zi wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, looked at Mo Sangyu, and smiled reassuringly, "I'm fine, Miss, don't worry."

Mo Sangyu nodded.

After Feng Mian helped Ya Zi leave, Mo Sangyu turned around and looked at Feng Xingyu, who was standing in the same spot.

Feng Xingyu: "Am I less important to you than a slave?"

Mo Sangyu didn't want to answer his question. She just gave him a cold look, turned around and went back to her room, about to close the door behind her.

Feng Xingyu stepped forward, blocked the door, and followed him inside.

Mo Sangyu stopped inside the room, turned to look at him, and said calmly, "Get out."

Seeing her clearly angry expression, Feng Xingyu felt a tightness in his chest. He pursed his thin lips, stared at her for a few moments, and finally turned and left.

The two parted unhappily.

Back in his room, Feng Xingyu was still upset and became angrier the more he thought about it.

This woman didn't take him seriously at all!

Even a slave was more important to her than him!

He stood by the window, took off his mask, and his face was so gloomy it seemed to drip water.

The moon, which had been hidden in the shadows and had taken in all of this, appeared silently in front of the window.

Seeing his master's appearance, he sighed inwardly but couldn't help but speak up: "Master, you won't attract girls like this."

Feng Xingyu gave her a cold glance.

Yue Yingshi ignored her and continued, "Madam's temperament is such that she responds better to gentleness than force. To Madam, that Ya Zi is nothing more than a slave. In Madam's heart, he is the same as Feng Mian and cannot affect Master's status. Why should Master get angry with him and provoke Madam?"

"Madam is extremely protective of her own. Tonight, it was only because of Master that Ya Zi was so badly injured. If it had been anyone else, Madam would never have let it go so easily."

Seeing that Feng Xingyu's expression had softened, Yueying continued, "Master, the most urgent thing is to quickly find a way to appease Madam. We can't let her stay angry for too long, otherwise she will be disappointed in you and silently lose points with you."

"...Is it that serious?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Xingyu's last bit of anger dissipated.

He carefully recalled Mo Sangyu's reaction just now. Indeed, although she was very angry, she did not actually lay a hand on him or say anything more resolute.

So it seems that he is quite important to her.

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

Was what he just did a bit too much?

After successfully appeasing himself, Feng Xingyu began to ponder how to appease Mo Sangyu.

……

the next day.

When Mo Sangyu woke up and opened the door, she saw Feng Xingyu standing at her door.

He was holding an oil paper package in his hands. When he saw Mo Sangyu open the door, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"I heard that the new pastry shop in the east of the city is very popular."

Feng Xingyu handed the oil paper package forward, looking at her with a slightly awkward attempt to please her, mixed with a hint of embarrassment: "I...I asked them to keep a copy for me."

Mo Sangyu glanced at him, didn't take it, and turned back into the house.

Seeing this, Feng Xingyu quickly followed him inside.

The mask on his face perfectly concealed his unnatural expression.

He pursed his lips, placed the pastries on the table beside him, and lowered his gaze.

"last night."

He spoke with some difficulty, "I acted impulsively."

Mo Sangyu remained silent, simply looking at him.

Feng Xingyu felt increasingly uncomfortable under her gaze. He looked away and his Adam's apple bobbed. "I shouldn't have hurt your people. I'm sorry."

"The person you injured is Ya Zi."

Mo Sangyu finally spoke, her voice cold and indifferent: "What's the use of apologizing to me?"

Feng Xingyu suddenly looked at her, his brows immediately furrowing, the suppressed displeasure resurfacing: "Does he expect me to apologize to him?"

"..."

Mo Sangyu did not reply.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

Feng Xingyu was very annoyed and said in a deep voice, "If all else fails, I'll have him fight back!"

After he finished speaking, he made a move to turn around and look for Ya Zi.

Mo Sangyu reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

Feng Xingyu stopped moving and turned to look at her.

"Alright."

Mo Sangyu sighed, her tone softening slightly: "Don't do that again next time."

Feng Xingyu's tense body relaxed, and he nodded, his voice low: "Mm."

He had his eyes downcast, his eyelashes were long, and his jawline was taut.

Her thin lips were slightly pursed, and she looked a little aggrieved, yet dared not refute him.

It was clearly him who was petty and hit someone, so why is it being made to look like she bullied him?

Mo Sangyu's heart softened for no apparent reason.