His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

She looked very refreshed.

It looks like it's been washed.

Mo Sangyu vaguely remembered that after everything was completely over last night, Feng Xingyu carried her to the clean room next door.

So, he washed her?

Mo Sangyu felt a warm sensation on her face.

He did a good job.

Feng Mian secretly observed Mo Sangyu and found it a bit unbelievable that his young mistress was blushing.

How strange.

But it's really good.

The young lady has finally found her own happiness.

Feng Mian was genuinely happy for Mo Sangyu.

As she laughed, her eyes welled up with tears.

"No need to wash anymore, go get me something to eat first."

She was starving. Mo Sangyu felt like she could eat a whole cow right now, and she needed to replenish her strength.

After saying that, he didn't hear a response from Feng Mian. When he looked up, he saw that Feng Mian was wiping away tears.

"What's wrong? Who bullied you?"

Mo Sangyu's first reaction: "Is it Yan Qing?"

"No...that's not it."

Feng Mian hurriedly wiped away her tears and explained, "I was just so happy to see how happy you are, Miss, that I couldn't hold back my tears..."

"..."

Mo Sangyu was speechless.

Happy yet crying?

Besides, where is the happiness?

Were you unhappy before?

What kind of logic is this?

They almost wrongly accused Yan Qing.

"Alright, alright, keep having fun a little longer, your young lady is starving."

"It's all ready. I'll go get it for you right away, Miss."

Fengmian quickly ran to the kitchen, called Qingwu and Yuhe for help, and brought over all the various dietary supplements that she had specially prepared for Mo Sangyu.

Mo Sangyu looked at the table full of delicious food and couldn't help but click her tongue in amazement.

This must have been done by Granny Yu.

Granny Yu is used to being frugal, but she's really gone all out lately.

If this continues, people will become picky eaters.

However, at least she managed to correct her stingy habit, which made Mo Sangyu quite happy.

Much later, Mo Sangyu learned that Granny Yu's change in not being stingy only applied to her and Feng Xingyu; for others and herself, she still prioritized thrift.

Especially for Granny Yu herself, because she wanted to set an example, she was even stricter with herself.

She often said, "Master and Madam worked hard outside to build this family fortune. We servants should cherish it even more and not waste a single penny. We should spend every penny wisely."

Deeply ingrained ideas cannot be changed by anyone.

However, she was fair in rewarding and punishing, and everyone in the household respected her. Under her management, the servants were all diligent and never made any mistakes.

When Mo Sangyu found out, he let her go.

After finishing her meal, Mo Sangyu lazily lay on a rocking chair, basking in the sun in the yard.

She seemed to have never been so relaxed and carefree before. Thanks to Feng Xingyu, she didn't want to do anything today.

When Feng Xingyu returned to his residence, it was already evening.

The afterglow of the setting sun slanted through the sparse branches and leaves into the inner courtyard, casting dappled, warm light and shadows on the ground.

The rocking chair was placed under the porch.

Mo Sangyu lay diagonally on it, one hand casually resting on the side of the chair, the other hand behind her face.

Her breathing was shallow; she was clearly asleep.

A golden-orange halo enveloped her, outlining her slender figure, and even the fine downy hairs on her face seemed to be coated with a soft, warm light.

Like a fairy who has fallen to earth, she is so quiet and beautiful that it seems unreal.

Feng Xingyu stopped a few steps away and watched for a while.

He walked over, bent down very gently, slipped his arms under her knees and back, and carefully lifted her from the rocking chair.

Suspended in mid-air, Mo Sangyu frowned slightly, her eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes abruptly.

Her vision was still a little blurry, but she recognized the outline of the person in front of her and the familiar scent.

It is Feng Xingyu.

She was completely at ease, showing no surprise whatsoever. She simply gave a vague "hmm" and then closed her eyes again.

She nestled her head closer to his chest, finding a more comfortable position to continue sleeping, like a little kitten.

Feng Xingyu smiled and carried her steadily back to the room.

He gently placed her on the bed, knelt on one knee, helped her take off her shoes and socks, and then pulled the thin blanket over her.

He leaned down and gently placed a kiss on her forehead.

The next moment, Mo Sangyu suddenly opened her eyes, and their eyes met.

The moment she regains consciousness, her ethereal beauty vanishes, leaving only a sharp, commanding presence and a dangerous, sinister aura.

"What are you doing?" she asked warily.

"I'll kiss you."

Feng Xingyu smiled lightly, his long, slender fingers gently stroking her cheek, his voice low and gentle: "My lady, would you like to kiss me back?"

Mo Sangyu rolled her eyes at him: "Don't come looking for me tonight. From now on, you're a person who has lost credibility with me."

"No."

"Feng Xingyu, don't go too far!"

"How can this be considered excessive?"

Feng Xingyu said in a serious tone, "I am just fulfilling my responsibilities as a husband."

"..."

How shameless.

How come I never noticed before how shameless he is?

"Alright, since you're awake, get up. I'll go to the study to take care of some things. Shall we have dinner together later?"

"…Um."

Mo Sangyu pushed him, "Go and get busy."

Feng Xingyu stared at her pushing him, somewhat displeased, but said nothing more and turned to leave.

I decided to finish what I needed to do first, and then come back to see her.

Some things, once tasted, are like wild grass that has been ignited by a spark, burning uncontrollably.

For three consecutive days.

Feng Xingyu went to Mo Sangyu's room during the night.

At first, Mo Sangyu enjoyed it, but later she couldn't keep up.

This man seemed to have flipped some incredible switch; his energy was astonishing, and his methods of pestering and nagging became increasingly skillful.

She even had the windows boarded up with wooden strips, but that still didn't stop him from climbing into her bed at night.

Since knowing Feng Xingyu for so long, Mo Sangyu has always had the upper hand and has never suffered any loss at his hands.

This was the only thing that left her powerless to fight back, with no choice but to surrender.

Mo Sangyu, with her temperament, could not tolerate such humiliation.

On the fourth night, she sealed all the doors and windows, and used spirit paper to lock the door securely.

In this situation, even a grandmaster wouldn't be able to get through this door.

Mo Sangyu looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction before preparing to wash up.

Thinking about it, I can finally get a good night's sleep tonight.

When she turned around, the smile on her lips froze before it could fully bloom.

In her sight, Feng Xingyu was already in her bed.

At this moment, he was propping his head up with his hand, lying diagonally on the bed, looking at her lazily.

Her hair cascaded down her shoulders and onto her chest. Her white bathrobe was worn casually and loosely, revealing her well-defined and delicate collarbones, which were partially hidden by her hair.

"lady."

His voice was low and hoarse, tinged with resentful accusation and danger: "Are you... trying to protect yourself from thieves?"

Mo Sangyu: "..."

Early the next morning.

Mo Sangyu, supporting her aching back, looked at the man sleeping soundly and contentedly beside her and made a decision in secret.

She quietly got up and went to find Ya Zi first.

Ya Zi spotted Mo Sangyu from afar, waved to him, and gestured for him to come over.

"Miss……"

"Shhh."

Mo Sangyu told him to be quiet and come closer. Although Ya Zi didn't know what she was going to do, he obediently moved closer.

"Go and prepare..."

She lowered her voice and instructed Ya Zi to do something.

Upon hearing this, Ya Zi's face showed surprise: "Miss, are you...are you sure?"

"certainly."

Mo Sangyu said firmly, "Go and do it quickly, but be careful, or someone will find out."

"Yes."

Ya Zi's tone became a little lighter: "I'll go right away."

When Mo Sangyu returned to the room, Feng Xingyu had already left.

How do you still have so much energy when you're so busy every day?

She tidied up briefly and closed the door.

Then, walk to the open space in the center of the room.

Close your eyes and concentrate, then form a mudra with your hands.

A faint blue spiritual energy gradually ignited between her fingers, flowing around her like fireflies.

"Heaven and earth create all things!"

With a low shout, the light suddenly burst forth, then quickly receded.

Twelve heavy wooden crates appeared out of thin air on the ground, neatly stacked together.

The lid of the box was slightly ajar, revealing top-grade black iron ore inside, dark as ink and faintly gleaming with a cold luster.

Each piece of ore is uniform in size and pure in texture, making it an excellent material for forging divine weapons.

Mo Sangyu walked over, opened one of the boxes, and touched the cold metal with satisfaction.

With this black iron and a detailed blueprint, Feng Xingyu should be able to forge an elite weaponry for his team.

She turned around and walked to the desk, spread out a sheet of paper, dipped her brush in ink, and wrote a letter.

The blueprints and the letter were placed in the most conspicuous position on the desk.

After doing all this, she changed into a practical outfit and, without saying goodbye to anyone, left the mansion as usual while Feng Xingyu was not in the mansion.

today.

Feng Xingyu returned relatively early.

He knew he had gone a bit too far these past few days, so before returning, he went to a very popular restaurant in the city and bought some spicy dishes.

Passing by a jewelry shop, he saw some exquisite hairpins and picked out a few nice ones before hurrying back to his residence.

"Is Madam in her room?"

Upon arriving at the front yard, Feng Xingyu spotted Feng Mian and casually asked her a question.

Unaware of the details, Feng Mian replied truthfully, "Miss left the manor this morning and hasn't returned yet."

"Leave the residence?"

Feng Xingyu frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Did you go out alone?"

"Um."

Mo Sangyu left the mansion openly and honestly, which was seen by many servants, so Feng Mian also knew about it.

She thought for a moment, then added, "However, I didn't see Ya Zi; he should be with Miss."

Feng Xingyu was silent for a moment, then handed the things in his hand to Feng Mian: "Take them to her room first, and let me know as soon as she returns."

"Yes."

Feng Mian respectfully agreed, took the items, and delivered them directly to Mo Sangyu's room.

She pushed open the door, put her things on the table, and turned her head to see that there were more than a dozen large boxes in the room.

What is this thing? How did it end up in the young lady's room?

Feng Mian didn't recognize him, so he immediately went to report to Feng Xingyu.

Feng Xingyu followed Feng Mian to check, opened the box, and was immediately shocked by what was inside.

Just then, Gu Jinzhi came looking for him. Seeing him in the madam's room, he followed him over and saw the contents of the box from the doorway.

When Gu Jinzhi saw it for the first time, he could hardly believe it.

He staggered in, lunging towards the box. The usually composed man stammered, "This...this...this is...mysterious iron?!"