His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Although she knew, Mo Sangyu was still very sleepy and didn't want to answer.

However, Feng Xingyu had no intention of letting her go.

Those days on the grasslands were never very convenient, and he had restrained himself for a long time...

"Ayu."

Feng Xingyu kissed the corner of her lips, his voice low and seductive.

Mo Sangyu was so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyes open. She mumbled a reply and tried to push him away, but her hand was grabbed.

His kisses were light and slow, from the corners of his lips to his cheeks, and then to his ears. His warm breath brushed against his neck, sending a slight shiver down his spine.

"Stop it..." Mo Sangyu tried to dodge, but he held her even tighter.

"No trouble."

Feng Xingyu said in a low voice, but his hand had already slipped inside her clothes. His palm was burning hot, and wherever it touched, it ignited a flame.

Mo Sangyu finally regained some consciousness, opened her eyes, and met his deep gaze.

The undisguised desire in his eyes made her heart skip a beat.

"Feng Xingyu..."

"Ayu."

He kissed her, his deep voice alluring: "Yu'er, let's change how we address each other, okay?"

"..."

Mo Sangyu was completely awake.

But her mind went blank, and she could no longer control herself.

She tried many times to take the lead in these situations, but it turned out...

She can't.

"Yu'er, call me something else, I want to hear it..."

Feng Xingyu's heavy breath tickled her ear, enticing her repeatedly: "Call me..."

Mo Sangyu: "...What's your name?"

What do you think?

"husband……"

She simply couldn't bring herself to say it: "Feng Xingyu, I..."

"wrong."

Feng Xingyu was very dissatisfied and gave her a light, punishing bite: "If I don't hear the address I want to hear tonight, Yu'er, don't blame me... for being too harsh on you."

"you……"

Mo Sangyu managed to utter, "Threatening me?"

Feng Xingyu chuckled softly, but his actions didn't stop; he became even more persistent: "It's not a threat, it's a request. Be good, Yu'er, call me."

Mo Sangyu bit her lip, turned her head away, and her ears turned bright red.

That shameless bastard.

Feng Xingyu wouldn't let her dodge, kissing her earlobe, his voice even hoarser: "Just one word, please..."

He spoke softly, but his actions became increasingly ruthless.

Mo Sangyu trembled all over from his harassment, and her consciousness was almost fading away.

Finally, as he did it again, a broken voice escaped from between her teeth: "...Husband...Husband."

The two very soft words made Feng Xingyu freeze instantly.

Then came an even more turbulent wave.

He held her tightly, kissed her lips, and swallowed all the unspoken words between his teeth.

The night is still long.

And he finally heard the voice he had longed to hear most.

……

The next day.

When Mo Sangyu woke up, it was already afternoon.

The events of last night were slowly replaying in my mind.

An unprecedented sense of shame and anger washed over me.

That scoundrel, he actually forced her in that way...

Very good!

Mo Sangyu got dressed and opened the door to find Feng Xingyu personally bringing over the food.

He smiled broadly: "You're awake? Perfect, let's have something to eat."

After saying that, he placed the tray on the table and then came over to help her.

Mo Sangyu, with a cold face, avoided his hand and walked to the table to sit down.

Feng Xingyu wasn't annoyed. He sat down and handed over a bowl of soup, saying, "Have some soup first."

Mo Sangyu didn't take it. She picked up her chopsticks and ate her food without looking at him or saying a word.

Feng Xingyu then realized that something was wrong.

"Ayu?" he called her tentatively.

Mo Sangyu ignored him.

"Yu'er?"

Still ignoring it.

Feng Xingyu was starting to panic.

He put down the bowl and carefully took her hand: "What's wrong? Are you... feeling unwell? Or... did I hurt you last night?"

Mo Sangyu finally raised her eyes and gave him a cold glance.

That look in his eyes was like an ice dagger.

Feng Xingyu felt a chill run down his spine, realizing that he had truly angered the person.

"I was wrong." He immediately admitted his mistake, his attitude sincere: "I was wrong last night, I shouldn't have... pressured you."

Mo Sangyu remained silent, simply staring at him.

Feng Xingyu felt uneasy under her gaze. After thinking for a moment, he said, "How about... you punish me? Any punishment is fine with me, or... you can do it tonight?"

Mo Sangyu finally spoke, her voice icy: "Tonight? You wish."

Feng Xingyu: "..."

That's it, I don't even have a chance tonight.

"Starting today."

Mo Sangyu put down her chopsticks and said, word by word, "We'll continue to sleep in separate rooms, just like before."

Feng Xingyu's expression changed: "This won't do..."

"Or," Mo Sangyu interrupted him, smiling slightly, "I'll leave."

Feng Xingyu immediately shut up.

He knew she meant what she said.

"Okay, I'll go back to my room to sleep." He conceded, his voice weak.

Mo Sangyu was finally satisfied and picked up her chopsticks to eat again.

Feng Xingyu looked at her, feeling both sweet and bitter.

What's sweet is that her tantrum-like little face is incredibly cute.

The bad thing is, I'm afraid I'll really be spending the next few days alone in an empty house.

However, recalling the word "husband" she called him last night, he felt it was all worth it.

Since Feng Xingyu angered Mo Sangyu these past few days, he really hasn't had a chance to enter her room.

During this time, he was busy with weapons and armor, and only when he came back at night did he have a chance to coax her a few words.

This time, however, Mo Sangyu refused to listen to either soft or hard approaches and resolutely refused to allow him into her room.

Feng Xingyu remained calm.

Because he knew that the time when she would come to see him once a month was fast approaching.

Weapon casting workshop.

The huge smelting furnace was ablaze with flames, and waves of heat were hitting us.

The newly forged black iron weapons were neatly arranged, their blades gleaming with a cold, eerie light under the firelight.

The matching armor plates are thick and heavy, and are tightly joined together.

Feng Xingyu casually picked up a long sword, walked to the testing stone, and used 30% of his true energy to slash down.

With a crisp "clang," the testing stone broke in two.

The cut surface is smooth, and the blade is intact.

He then ordered Yan Qing to use an ordinary military knife to slash at the armor plates with all his might. After several "clanging" sounds, only a few shallow marks were left on the armor plates.

Upon seeing this, Yan Qing exclaimed in amazement, "Mysterious Iron, it really is a good thing!"

Following the wife's lead, it's hard not to have a good life.

"It's really good."

Feng Xingyu nodded: "Both resilience and defense meet the standards, so we can begin mass production and prioritize equipping the vanguard battalion."

"yes!"

The foreman accepted the order and immediately began making arrangements.

After inspecting the weapons, they returned to the city lord's mansion, where Gu Jinzhi, who had rushed back from the grasslands, was waiting for them in the study.

Mo Sangyu was also there.

Feng Xingyu glanced at her, walked over and took her hand. Seeing that she did not resist, he mustered up his courage and pulled her to sit down behind the desk.

Gu Jinzhi sensed that the atmosphere between the two seemed a bit strange.

He looked at Yan Qing, who had just entered, and asked with his eyes, "What's going on?"

Yan Qing approached and whispered, "It seems that you have angered Madam. I heard from Feng Mian that you haven't been to Madam's room for the past few days, but I don't know why."

"Is it that serious?"

Gu Jinzhi looked sympathetic: "Your Excellency is truly pitiful."

"What are you saying?"

Feng Xingyu's cold gaze swept over them: "Speak louder, want to hear it all?"

"It's nothing."

Gu Jinzhi hurriedly presented a thick stack of documents.

"My lord, my lady, this is the detailed plan for attacking the Iron River Kingdom. The troop strength, routes, supplies, and contingency plans have all been listed. In addition, the road construction is progressing smoothly, and the first batch of roadbeds has begun to be laid."

Feng Xingyu took the document and quickly flipped through it.

Mo Sangyu, however, was more concerned about something else: "Any news from Ya Zi's side?"

"have."

Gu Jinzhi nodded: "According to Ya Zi's investigation, Wen Zhixia has a fixed schedule. On the 7th, 17th and 27th of each month, she goes to Hantan Temple, 30 miles outside the city, to pray for the fallen soldiers. Each time she only takes a dozen or so guards with her, and the route is fixed."

Clearly, this is also what Gu Jinzhi cares about most.

When he received this news from Ya Zi, he was so excited that he stayed up all night.

This means that the lady is about to take action!

As expected, Mo Sangyu pressed further, "What is the terrain like at Hantan Temple?"

"Located in a valley, there is only one road in and out."

Gu Jinzhi asked, "There are five days left until the seventeenth. When does Madam plan to depart?"

"Are you in such a hurry?"

Feng Xingyu glanced at him sideways: "I think you have ulterior motives towards that Wen Zhixia, don't you?"

"Master!"

The usually composed Gu Jinzhi tensed up for the first time: "Don't talk nonsense, okay? Do you think I'm that kind of person? Besides, I've never even met her before, how could I possibly have ulterior motives towards her? What I'm after is her talent..."

"Mr. Gu, why are you shouting like that?"

Even Yan Qing noticed the problem: "You're thirty years old. Isn't it normal for you to have ulterior motives towards a woman?"

"You don't know anything."

Gu Jinzhi ignored him.

Mr. Gu.

Mo Sangyu cautioned, "I can bring Wen Zhixia back, but it's probably unrealistic to expect her to betray Chu Tianxiong in the short term. If she continues to refuse to work for us, no matter how capable she is, we can't keep her."

"Don't worry, Madam."

Gu Jinzhi said seriously, "As long as you bring her to me, I will try to persuade her to surrender. If I really can't persuade her, I won't force her."

"Um."

Hearing him say that, Mo Sangyu nodded: "That's good."

After finishing their business, Gu Jinzhi and Yan Qing left.

Mo Sangyu also got up to leave, but Feng Xingyu pulled her into his arms.

He removed his mask, revealing a face that could bewitch all, and gently brushed his chin against the top of her head.

"Ayu, are you still angry?" Her voice was low and soft.

Mo Sangyu was held in his arms. She tried to break free, but without much effort, and simply replied coldly, "No."

"That's a lie."

Feng Xingyu's voice was low and menacing as he tightened his grip on her arm: "You've ignored me for the past few days, you won't eat properly with me, and you won't let me in the door at night... and you say you're not angry?"

Mo Sangyu turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

Feng Xingyu sighed and buried his face in the crook of her neck: "I know I was wrong. That night... it was my fault. I just... wanted to hear you call me that too much. I won't do it again, I promise."

Hearing his almost coquettish apology, Mo Sangyu's anger had long since dissipated, but she still kept a straight face.

"Guaranteed to work?" she scoffed.

"it works."

Feng Xingyu raised his head, looked into her eyes, and said seriously, "If you're still not satisfied, then punish me. Punish me however you like."

He spoke pitifully, his eyes filled with a hint of grievance.

Mo Sangyu's heart softened under his gaze, and she finally couldn't hold back, her lips curving into a smile before she quickly suppressed it.

To coax her into forgiving him, he really...