His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

very angry!

His mask and face were splattered with blood.

With only two steps left, Mo Sangyu walked over to him and conjured a clean handkerchief to carefully wipe the blood off his chin.

Feng Xingyu stood still, letting her wipe him.

"Feng Xingyu?"

After wiping him clean, Mo Sangyu saw that he still didn't speak, so she stood on tiptoe and planned to kiss him.

As a result, he refused to back down.

She couldn't even get a kiss!

I tried to coax him, but he wouldn't cooperate.

Mo Sangyu grabbed Feng Xingyu's collar and pulled him close to her. Just as their lips were about to touch, he turned his head away.

We still didn't get to kiss.

Stubborn.

If you don't want to kiss me, then forget it.

Mo Sangyu had no patience; if she wouldn't let him kiss her or coax her, then she would leave.

Just as she turned around, Feng Xingyu scooped her up and carried her toward the tent.

Seeing this, Ya Zi silently lowered his head and turned away.

Yan Xu also turned around somewhat awkwardly.

Chu Canglan pouted and called out to them, "Hey, are you just going to leave like that? Who's going to clean up this mess?"

"You can pack up, Mo Canglan."

"..."

No, how did he know?

Chu Canglan suddenly had a bad feeling.

Could it be that his joke was taken seriously?

unwise.

The tent was dimly lit, with only a few rays of light filtering through the gaps in the felt curtains.

Feng Xingyu carried Mo Sangyu in, the movements seemed a bit heavy, but he softened his movements when they sat down.

Before Mo Sangyu could even sit down properly, she reached out and cupped his face, removing his mask.

How come I never noticed this before?

The more I look at it now, the more pleasing it is to the eye.

"Are you still angry?"

Mo Sangyu leaned forward, her nose almost touching his chin.

"I apologize," she said, her voice softening. "Don't be angry anymore, okay?"

She has never coaxed a man in her entire life.

If I can't soothe them, I'll never soothe them again.

Feng Xingyu looked down at her, his gaze deep and unfathomable, making it impossible to discern his thoughts.

Mo Sangyu leaned forward again, but he tilted his head back slightly to avoid her.

"Dirty." He finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

Mo Sangyu frowned: "Where is it dirty?"

"here."

He pointed to the corner of his lips and explained, "Eumuller's blood splattered on me. I just wiped it off and didn't wash it off."

So that's why I wouldn't let her kiss me.

Mo Sangyu stared at him for a while, then suddenly let go of his hand and leaned back: "Fine, then forget it, no more kissing."

She had just turned her face away when Feng Xingyu leaned forward, resting his forehead against the crook of her neck and nuzzling her.

The gesture carried a hint of unspoken...grievance.

Mo Sangyu nudged his shoulder: "I haven't showered for days, I smell awful."

Feng Xingyu didn't move, but sniffed her neck with the tip of his nose: "It smells good."

Mo Sangyu felt a little ticklish from his rubbing and couldn't help but laugh.

She twirled a strand of his hair that was hanging down with her finger and asked again, "Are you still angry?"

Feng Xingyu did not answer immediately.

It was quiet inside the tent, but you could hear the noise outside.

After a long while, he finally looked up, his hand still around her waist.

His gaze was as deep as a still pool, and he just stared at her for a long time.

Finally, he sighed softly, rested his forehead on her shoulder again, and said in a low voice, "I guess I'm doomed for you in this lifetime."

"You're only finding out now?"

Mo Sangyu felt her heart beating slightly faster. She pushed him away, her expression calm and composed: "From the very first time we met, weren't you already hooked?"

"That's different."

Feng Xingyu shook his head and said seriously, "That was forced, it was only my fate, now it's my heart... Mo Sangyu, Ayu, you are not allowed to leave me alone again, especially not with another man..."

"I……"

"If you need a slave, I can be one, just like when we entered Youdu City together. Whatever role you want me to play, I can do it."

"..."

Mo Sangyu looked at him and suddenly asked, "Are you really bothered by Ya Zi?"

Feng Xingyu paused for a moment.

He wanted to say, yes, he minded a lot.

He might mind if she had a man in her life who could live without anything else, who would disregard everything else and follow only her forever.

He longed to be like that, disregarding everything and following only her.

But he can't.

He still has many responsibilities and unfinished business, which means he can't be like Ya Zi...

This made him very jealous and uneasy.

But he dared not say those words.

He was afraid that if he said that, Mo Sangyu would think he was petty and couldn't even tolerate a slave.

"...I don't really mind."

Feng Xingyu lowered his eyes and said in a softer voice, "As long as... you don't abandon me again next time and just run away with him alone, that's fine."

Mo Sangyu belatedly realized what he meant after hearing his words.

Feng Xingyu doesn't seem to be simply angry or jealous; he's... lacking a sense of security?

Perhaps it's related to his childhood experiences.

Mo Sangyu remained silent for a while.

Although she couldn't guarantee how long her feelings for Feng Xingyu would last, she had seen too many fickle hearts and didn't believe in any promises of forever.

But at this moment, looking at the man in front of her who was clearly strong yet showed unease in her presence, something in her heart softened.

She didn't want to make him sad.

Mo Sangyu reached out and hugged him.

She rested her face on his shoulder and whispered, "Okay, I promise you."

Feng Xingyu tensed up slightly, then hugged her back even tighter.

The two hugged quietly for a while.

"We still have important things to do." Mo Sangyu patted his back. "We can't keep slacking off. Let's go out."

Feng Xingyu reluctantly let go of her and tidied her slightly messy hair.

The two walked out of the tent together.

The chaos outside has largely subsided.

Chu Canglan, his face dark, was controlling the situation together with Ya Zi and Yan Xu.

Feng Xingyu said to Mo Sangyu, "Jinzhi is leading Yuan Zhao and Han Chong behind us. They should arrive around this afternoon."

He looked at the horizon of the grassland in the distance: "With Wumule dead, the leaders of the other tribes are no longer a threat and can be attacked directly. However, Jinzhi's idea is to prepare for a policy of appeasement."

Mo Sangyu looked at him: "What do you mean?"

"As long as they are willing to surrender and agree to drink the 'Loyalty' potion, merge all the tribes, and submit to Youdu City, they can still stay here and live, but from then on they will all be under the administration of Youdu City."

"That's good, it saves us from a major conflict and unnecessary casualties."

"Um."

Feng Xingyu nodded and put his arm around her waist: "You've worked hard these past few days. Leave the rest to us. You should get some rest."

"…Um."

Mo Sangyu hesitated for a moment before nodding: "I'm going to take a nap."

She needs to catch up on sleep to quickly restore her spiritual power.

"it is good."

Feng Xingyu escorted her back to her tent, sat beside her for a while, and only left after she fell asleep.

Mo Sangyu slept soundly, and when she woke up, her spiritual energy had fully recovered.

She had just sat up in bed when she saw Feng Xingyu lift the felt curtain and come in.

"Are you awake?"

He carried a tray, walked to the low table, and placed the steaming food on it one by one: "Get up and eat something."

Mo Sangyu got up and walked over, sitting down at the low table.

Feng Xingyu handed her the chopsticks and picked up a pair for himself.

"Jinzhi and the others have arrived."

As he ate, he said, "This time we brought 20,000 troops and stationed them ten miles away. The news has also been sent in. If the other tribes do not surrender by tomorrow morning, the army will invade."

After saying that, he naturally picked up a piece of meat for Mo Sangyu.

Mo Sangyu ate the piece of meat without hesitation.

Upon seeing this, Feng Xingyu's lips curled up slightly.

"What about the Black Stone Tribe?" Mo Sangyu asked.

"The Blackrock Horde has surrendered."

Feng Xingyu served her another bowl of soup: "Having witnessed Wumule's murder, no one dared to resist."

"Um."

"By the way, that Uya keeps saying she wants to see you, do you want to see her?"

Mo Sangyu continued eating without pausing or looking up: "I won't see you."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xingyu nodded: "Okay."

He didn't say anything more, nor did he ask why.

After finishing the meal, Feng Xingyu personally cleared away the dishes and went outside.

Outside the tent, he summoned a guard and whispered a few instructions.

The guards received their orders and left.

Fifteen minutes later, a cup of poisoned wine was delivered to Uya's tent.

Although Mo Sangyu didn't say he wanted Wuya dead, he didn't seem to care much about her.

But Feng Xingyu learned from Ya Zi that this woman had drugged Mo Sangyu's wine in order to use her.

For this reason alone, she deserves to die.

……

At night, Mo Sangyu finally took a bath.

Despite the limited conditions on the grassland, Feng Xingyu still had hot water and clean towels prepared.

After washing, she felt refreshed and lay lazily on the couch, her hair still half-wet.

Not long after, Feng Xingyu returned after washing up. He walked to the bedside and sat down next to Mo Sangyu.

The tent was quiet, with only the occasional crackling of the oil lamp.

Feng Xingyu reached out and gently touched her half-dry hair.

Mo Sangyu turned her head to look at him.

Under the dim light, the features of his face appeared softer, but the gaze he gave her was burning and dangerous.

Having experienced it so many times, Mo Sangyu knew that look in his eyes very well.

Tonight... he probably doesn't want to...

Mo Sangyu's cheeks flushed slightly under his gaze.

Don't look at me like that.

"What, now I can't even see you?"

"Just looking?"

"Otherwise what?"

A sly smile flashed in Feng Xingyu's eyes as he deliberately countered, "Could it be that you intend to do something else to me?"

Before Mo Sangyu could refute, he continued, "That's true. You wanted to kiss me the moment you saw me today, but you couldn't get your wish, right...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Sangyu suddenly leaned in and sealed his lips with hers.

Feng Xingyu's eyes darkened, and his hand slid down her back, pressing her against him and deepening the kiss.

Thinking about the reason why Mo Sangyu left this time, he ultimately restrained himself and did not continue.

Mo Sangyu thought he didn't want to be here. After all, they were still in enemy territory, and it wasn't appropriate for them to be carefree.

"Can you still sleep?"

Feng Xingyu turned off the lamp, climbed onto the bed, and pulled her into his arms: "Actually, I'm quite sleepy too. Why don't you stay with me and sleep a little longer?"

Mo Sangyu was unaware of this.

Feng Xingyu had not closed his eyes since the day she left Youdu City, in order to find her as soon as possible.

Now, holding Mo Sangyu in my arms, I feel sleepiness washing over me like a tidal wave.

He fell asleep as soon as he finished speaking.

"Feng Xingyu?"