His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Feng Xingyu caught the white silk ribbon, but did not use it to pull them.

He swooped down, grabbed Mo Sangyu's waist with one hand, took the dagger from her hand, and used the momentum to quickly climb upwards.

In a few leaps and bounds, they were back on the cliff top.

The moment her feet touched solid ground, Wen Zhixia's legs went weak and she collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, her forehead covered in cold sweat.

Feng Xingyu looked at Mo Sangyu, his eyes as cold as ice.

Are you angry?

Mo Sangyu extended her little finger and hooked it around his hand.

"Thank you both for saving my life."

Wen Zhixia caught her breath and struggled to her feet: "If you hadn't saved me today, I would surely be buried at the bottom of this cliff by now."

She raised her head, her gaze sincere: "My surname is Wen, and my given name is Zhixia. May I ask how you two benefactors are addressed? I, Zhixia, will certainly do my best to repay this kindness in the future."

"It was just a matter of helping someone in need; Miss Wen, you don't need to take it to heart."

You must take this to heart, otherwise today's performance will have been in vain.

After saying this without much concern, Mo Sangyu added, "This is my husband; we both share the surname Mo."

She didn't reveal her full name, nor did she conceal Feng Xingyu's surname; otherwise, with Wen Zhixia's abilities, she would have quickly guessed their identities.

Upon hearing the words "my husband," Feng Xingyu's gloomy expression beneath the mask involuntarily relaxed for a moment, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

He glanced at Mo Sangyu, and the coldness in his eyes dissipated somewhat.

husband?

That's it.

I'll settle the score with her when I get back.

"You... all have the surname Mo?"

Wen Zhixia was somewhat surprised, but quickly regained her composure: "I'm sorry, I was rude."

"Don't get me wrong, we just happen to share the same surname, Mo. We're not related."

"That's quite a coincidence."

"Right, I think so too."

Mo Sangyu's thoughts shifted slightly.

Wen Zhixia told them her real name. If she knew their true identities in the future, she would probably suspect that their rescue of her was a setup.

After all, given their status, it's impossible for them not to know who Wen Zhixia is when they hear her name.

To avoid Wen Zhixia becoming suspicious when she learns their identities later, Mo Sangyu looked at her and asked in a guessing tone, as if he had suddenly thought of something.

"Miss Wen... could you be Wen Zhixia, the renowned female strategist of the Iron River Kingdom?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhixia was slightly taken aback, and a look of surprise appeared in her eyes: "Miss Mo knows me?"

"Miss Wen's name is already widely known."

Mo Sangyu remained composed, her tone tinged with admiration: "I never imagined we'd be so destined to meet in this way."

"Yes, we owe it all to you two this time."

Wen Zhixia didn't suspect anything, but asked out of curiosity, "How did you end up here?"

To be honest...

Mo Sangyu had already prepared her words: "Yesterday, my husband and I came to this temple... to ask about having children, but we unexpectedly discovered that while the temple appears to be very popular, it is actually doing some shady business behind the scenes."

She briefly recounted what she had witnessed: the monks secretly defiling respectable women seeking children. "We planned to expose them today, but then we ran into those monks chasing you. We suspected something was amiss, so we followed them all the way here. We never expected..."

"These beasts!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhixia's eyes flashed with anger.

She originally thought that these evil monks were just acting on a whim and had designs on her, but she never expected that this temple was actually a den of iniquity that had harmed countless innocent women over the years!

These two people in front of him were just strangers who had come to his rescue after discovering the temple's filth and seeing him in danger.

Her gratitude deepened, mixed with indescribable complex emotions.

"I see……"

Wen Zhixia's voice was slightly hoarse, filled with anger and lingering fear: "This temple... it deserves to die!"

She looked at Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu and bowed deeply: "You two not only saved Zhixia's life, but also exposed the true face of this Buddhist scoundrel. You have done me a great favor both publicly and privately."

"I will definitely report the whole story to General Chu and get justice for those victimized women!"

"this."

Mo Sangyu chuckled lightly: "Actually, I've already burned down the temple, which can be considered revenge for those women."

"Miss Mo."

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhixia couldn't help but look at her with admiration: "You're so amazing, I really have to thank you."

"Oh?"

Mo Sangyu: "How do you plan to thank me?"

"Please feel free to ask if I can help, Miss Mo."

"Okay, then... I'll write it down for now, and I'll let you know if I need any help in the future."

It's a deal.

"Ayu, are you two done talking?"

Feng Xingyu stood to the side, watching Mo Sangyu lie with such seriousness, and his thin lips curved into a smile.

Why does his Yu'er look like a big gray wolf?

Even the most renowned female strategist becomes a little white rabbit in her presence.

"Now that we've finished talking, let's go down the mountain," Mo Sangyu said.

Wen Zhixia glanced around and saw that her only two remaining guards had also fallen into a pool of blood, and she was overcome with grief.

These people had followed her for many years, always loyally protecting her, but unexpectedly this time... they all sacrificed themselves.

"Miss Wen, it's not safe for you to go alone. Why don't you come down the mountain with us?"

Seeing that her eyes were red, Mo Sangyu gently patted her shoulder: "Let's go."

She nodded. "Thank you."

The three of them walked down the mountain.

On the way, Wen Zhixia suddenly spoke up: "It's my fault for harming them and making the wrong decision."

Mo Sangyu understood what she meant, but didn't reply.

Wen Zhixia seemed to be talking to herself: "I shouldn't have alerted them. I wanted to test whether the abbot knew about it. If I had left quietly and reported back to the general, and then brought people back to wipe them out, they wouldn't have... lost their lives in vain."

Her voice was low, filled with weariness and self-blame.

indeed.

Mo Sangyu remained silent for a moment, then forced a word of comfort: "Miss Wen, things are unpredictable, there's no need to be too hard on yourself."

Wen Zhixia gave a wry smile and said nothing more.

The three of them descended the mountain in silence, and by the time they reached the small town at the foot of the mountain, it was already completely dark.

The streets were sparsely populated, with only a few inns still lit up.

They found a guesthouse that looked fairly clean, booked two superior rooms, ordered some food, and ate a simple meal in the lobby.

Wen Zhixia didn't have much of an appetite. She ate a few bites and then put down her chopsticks, looking tired.

"Miss Wen, please get some rest. We can make plans for tomorrow," Mo Sangyu said.

Wen Zhixia nodded, got up, went upstairs, and returned to her room.

Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu also returned to another room.

The door had just closed, and before Mo Sangyu could turn around, a force pressed down on her from behind, slamming her against the door.

Feng Xingyu placed one hand on her ear and the other on her waist, his heavy breath enveloping her.

"Ayu," he said in a low voice, with a hint of danger, "Don't you owe me an explanation for what happened on the cliff?"

Mo Sangyu's back was pressed against the door panel, and she could clearly feel the heat emanating from his chest: "Explain what?"

What do you think?

Feng Xingyu used his other hand to support himself, trapping her between his arms: "Do you know how much my heart almost stopped when I saw you let go?"

He lowered his head, getting close to her face, his eyes behind the mask deep and dark.

"I don't care what you want to do or how you want to do it in the future, but the premise is that you must ensure your own safety. What if you really fall today? Have you thought about the consequences?"

"No, I know what I'm doing."

After saying that, Mo Sangyu looked up at him and poked his chest with her hand: "Besides, what am I afraid of? Even if we really fall, you'll be the one who dies."

Feng Xingyu's breath hitched, and the hand on her waist tightened suddenly: "It doesn't matter if I die, but you'll have to be a widow from now on."

Mo Sangyu let out a soft groan as he squeezed her, retorting, "How could that be? I can find another one."

"Mo Sangyu!"

Feng Xingyu practically screamed her name through gritted teeth: "I'll make you die in bed tonight!"

After saying that, without giving Mo Sangyu a chance to react, he picked her up and threw her onto the bed.

"Feng Xingyu!"

Mo Sangyu had just gotten up when he was pushed down again.

She turned her head away, avoiding his kiss: "No, the bed in this inn is filthy, I don't want to be here."

Feng Xingyu paused in his movements.

After a moment of silence, he stood up and released her: "Then I'll owe you for now."

She's actually quite well-behaved.

Even though he was so angry, he still didn't go against her wishes.

Mo Sangyu stood up and hugged him from behind: "Feng Xingyu, don't worry, I value my life very much. Besides, I used half my own life to save yours. I can't let either of us be in danger for anyone or anything."

"…Um."

After a long pause, Feng Xingyu finally responded.

He turned around, hugged Mo Sangyu, and simply said, "I understand."

He really wanted to ask, if he really died, would she fall in love with someone else very quickly?

But in the end, he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

If he dies first, he can't really make her live a life of widowhood for him.

"sleep."

Mo Sangyu pulled him down to lie down: "Tell me, tomorrow should we send Wen Zhixia back to Chu Tianxiong, or take her directly back to Youdu City?"

She's a little undecided right now.

"If you bring it back to Youdu City, then everything you've done today will probably be in vain."

"That's true."

"Don't think about it now, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Feng Xingyu gently stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head: "Sleep."

"Um."

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, there was a knock on the door.

"Miss Mo, Young Master Mo, are you awake?" It was Wen Zhixia's voice, coming through the door, sounding somewhat urgent.

Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu opened their eyes almost simultaneously.

"woke up."

Mo Sangyu sat up: "Miss Wen, please wait a moment."

As she quickly dressed, she gestured to Feng Xingyu with her eyes to hurry up as well.

Wen Zhixia stood outside the door. She had changed into a clean dress and her hair had been combed again, but there was still a faint look of weariness in her eyes.

"The general's men have arrived; they're outside the inn."

Wen Zhixia said, "I have come to say goodbye to you two."

Why did Chu Tianxiong's men arrive so quickly?