His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Feng Mian quickly shook her head: "No, no one bullied me."

"Then it is."

Mo Sangyu stood up, her tone calm: "Come with me."

"Miss, really nothing... I'm fine."

Seeing that Mo Sangyu had already left, Feng Mian had no choice but to follow nervously.

The two had just left the main courtyard and finished applying their medicine. Yan Qing, who was grimacing in pain, also came out of his room. When he saw them walking towards the kitchen, his heart skipped a beat. Ignoring his pain, he quickly followed them.

In the kitchen, several female servants were gathered together, discussing with lingering fear the warning given by Deputy General Yan, and speculating about His Highness's attitude towards Mo Sangyu.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Mo Sangyu walked in with Feng Mian.

The kitchen fell silent instantly.

Mo Sangyu's gaze swept lightly over the crowd, finally settling on the faces of the few slave women who were clearly feeling guilty and afraid.

She said nothing, slowly walked to the shelf where the dishes were placed, and reached out to pick up a large celadon bowl.

"Miss……"

Fengmian called out timidly.

Mo Sangyu raised his arm.

"Snapped!"

The porcelain bowl was smashed hard at the feet of the burly, head-on slave woman, shards flying everywhere. The slave woman screamed in fright and retreated.

Everyone in the kitchen was stunned.

What is she trying to do? Does she dare to commit violence in public?

Mo Sangyu smashed the bowl and picked up a plate.

"Clang!"

"Crackling and popping!"

She moved slowly, but without any hesitation.

Porcelain plates, soup bowls, and saucers.

She picked them up one by one, and then smashed them one by one.

They all fell at the feet of the slave women, the shards piling up like mountains at their feet, the sharp edges reflecting a cold light, flying everywhere.

Terrified screams filled the air.

There were no roars, no questions, only the ear-piercing sound of shattering porcelain and a suffocating sense of oppression.

Fortunately, it was winter and everyone was dressed warmly, otherwise they might have been bleeding profusely from the cuts.

"Stop! You're insane!"

Yan Qing, who had followed them to the door, heard the commotion inside and rushed in, angrily shouting, "Supplies are scarce at the border! You've smashed all the dishes! What are we supposed to eat now?"

Mo Sangyu stopped smashing the last plate, turned around and glanced at Yan Qing, then at the slave women who were already pale with fright and huddled together in fear.

She ignored Yan Qing and instead looked at Feng Mian, asking, "Who among this group bullied you?"

Feng Mian was also quite frightened.

She never knew that when the young lady got angry, she could be so calm yet terrifying.

"Speak boldly."

"Oh……"

Feng Mian looked at the mess on the ground, then at the servants who were intimidated by Mo Sangyu, and finally, her gaze fell on Yan Qing, who looked the most ferocious and angry.

Earlier at the kitchen door, it was this man who yelled at her and wouldn't let her cry.

She steeled herself, her finger trembling as she pointed at Yan Qing: "He...he was mean to me, he yelled at me, I was scared..."

The sound was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, yet clearly audible.

Yan Qing: "...???"

He could hardly believe his ears.

He helped her out of a difficult situation, but then... she identified him?!

And you even said he was mean to her?!

A surge of anger at being betrayed and a feeling of being wronged rushed to his head.

Yan Qing was so angry he almost jumped up, pointing at Feng Mian, his finger trembling: "You...you...you little brat, you're repaying kindness with enmity, aren't you? If you ever try to control your father again, you're a dog!"

Indeed, like master, like servant.

Those who associate with ink become ink themselves!

Seeing Yan Qing's furious outburst, Feng Mian was so frightened that she hid behind Mo Sangyu.

Mo Sangyu looked at Yan Qing, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes: "Did you make her cry?"

Yan Qing recalled her bizarre skill of conjuring a dagger out of thin air yesterday, and a chill ran down his spine. He subconsciously took half a step back.

"No, no...it wasn't me, I..."

Yan Qing stiffened his neck, unsure how to defend himself for a moment.

A series of hurried footsteps approached.

Upon hearing the news, Granny Yu rushed into the kitchen and immediately saw the broken porcelain shards scattered all over the floor.

"What... what's going on?"

Granny Yu was so surprised that her voice changed tone.

She looked at the shattered dishes, her heart bleeding.

The border region is harsh and the prince's residence has always been strapped for cash.

These bowls and plates, though not particularly valuable, were bought with real money; each one cost a fortune!

She suddenly looked up, her gaze like a knife shooting towards Mo Sangyu, who stood straight and calm. Her eyes blazed with boundless anger and undisguised hatred.

This scourge has killed the people in the manor, bewitched His Highness, and now it wants to destroy the manor's property!

When will she stop ravaging this mansion?

Mo Sangyu met Granny Yu's almost murderous gaze and forced a cold smile: "Granny, why are you looking at me like that? What heinous crime have I committed?"

"Isn't that right?"

Granny Yu's voice trembled as she pointed to the mess on the floor, her lips quivering with heartache: "These... these are all the manor's valuables, acquired by His Highness and the soldiers through their frugal living..."

"So, I was wrong?"

Mo Sangyu tilted her head slightly, thought seriously for a moment, and then gently shook her head: "No, I did nothing wrong."

Her gaze swept over the group of slave women huddled in the corner, not daring to breathe, and her voice turned colder.

"I'm actually a very reasonable person. If they hadn't provoked me first and bullied my people, I wouldn't have bothered with these dishes."

She looked at Granny Yu again, the last trace of nonchalance in her eyes vanished, leaving only a cold warning.

"So, Granny, you'd better watch your eyes. Today it was just a few broken dishes, but if I find out again, who would dare to touch my people..."

She spoke each word slowly and deliberately, uttering the harsh threat: "I'll burn this entire dilapidated prince's mansion down!"

"..."

After saying that, she ignored the deathly silence in the room and the resentful and terrified gazes, grabbed Feng Mian who was still not fully recovered, and turned to leave.

Back in the east wing, Feng Mian belatedly felt uneasy.

"Miss."

She whispered a reminder, "The dishes are all broken, what are we going to eat tonight? The kitchen... I'm afraid it's unusable now."

Mo Sangyu paused in his steps.

That is a problem.

It's unbelievable that a prince's residence has fallen into such a state.

Even when she was expelled from her family in her previous life, she wasn't this miserable.

That's it.

It made her seem like a bully.

Mo Sangyu opened the original owner's bundle and took out a heavy cloth bag.

There was some silver and some jewelry inside.

It was all of the original owner's belongings.

She handed the cloth bag to Feng Mian: "Take this and go buy a new set of dishes."

"what?"

Feng Mian's gaze fell on the cloth bag, and she hesitated for a moment: "Miss, this is your dowry. If you buy bowls and plates, what will you do if you urgently need money in the future?"

"We'll talk about the future later."

Mo Sangyu thought for a moment, then put the cloth bag back: "Never mind, I'll go by myself."

It just so happens that she has been here for several days and has not yet left the mansion.

You need to get to know the outside world.

She tucked the cloth bag into her bosom and walked outside again.

Feng Mian wanted to follow, but was stopped by a look from her: "Stay put and wait for me to come back."

……

Main courtyard study.

Feng Xingyu, still injured, finished handling military affairs and had just returned to his study when a furious Yu Mama followed him in. She tearfully began to accuse Mo Sangyu of her heinous act of smashing up the kitchen, her expression one of deep sorrow and grief, as if the sky had fallen.

"Your Highness, she even said she wanted to set the entire Prince's residence on fire! She's an utterly lawless and wicked woman! You can't let her get away with this this time. Even if you don't kill her, you must lock her up!"

"She dares!"

Feng Xingyu rubbed his temples, suppressing the murderous urge in his heart, and said patiently, "Alright, Granny, you can go back now. I'll have someone keep an eye on her..."

"Your Highness."

Before he could finish speaking, Yuan Zhao came in from outside and reported, "That demon... the Crown Princess has left the residence."

Upon seeing that Granny Yu was also present, Yuan Zhao promptly changed his form of address.

"Leave the residence?"

Feng Xingyu frowned: "She's alone?"

"Yes."

What is she planning to do now?

Although the northern border city was under his jurisdiction, it was a mixed bag, with people from all sides mingling there, making it unsafe.

"Moon Shadow".

Feng Xingyu called out in a deep voice towards the dimly lit corner of the study.

A slender figure appeared silently and knelt on one knee: "Your Highness."

She was an ordinary-looking woman, almost devoid of any aura.

"Follow her and keep an eye on her. Don't worry about what she does, just make sure she's safe."

"Yes."

Moon Shadow responded softly, and with a flicker of her figure, she disappeared outside the door.

Upon hearing Feng Xingyu say that Yueying should protect that woman's safety, Granny Yu nearly fainted from anger.

What a terrible mess this is!

Your Highness is foolish!

……

Mo Sangyu stepped out of the prince's residence with the silver in her pocket.

The border town was even more desolate and dilapidated than she had imagined.

The houses on both sides of the street are low and messy, mostly made of adobe bricks, and are mottled and damaged by wind and sand erosion.

The cold wind swirled sand and withered leaves in the empty streets, with only a few people hurrying by wrapped in tattered cotton-padded coats.

On the street, there were also vendors setting up stalls, selling rough furs, dry and hard flatbreads, and some tattered items. There was no trace of prosperity to be seen.

The city walls are mottled, and in the distance, one can see the drill grounds for soldiers and the continuous rows of camps.

The air was filled with a lingering, dusty, and chilling atmosphere.

This is the place where Fengxingyu has guarded for eight years?

It was indeed quite tough.

Mo Sangyu walked through several streets before finally finding a grocery store in a remote corner.

The shop was small and dark, with bowls and plates placed at the very back, all gray and dusty, with uneven glaze and rough edges.

Before she went out, she wrapped her head and face with a cloth to cover her face and conceal her identity.

"How much is this set?"

Mo Sangyu pointed to a relatively complete set of bowls and plates, about a hundred pieces, painted with simple blue and white porcelain, and asked.

The shopkeeper, an old man with a weathered face, held up five fingers: "Five taels of silver, no bargaining."

"Five taels?"

Mo Sangyu frowned in confusion.

If I remember correctly, in the original owner's memory, several sets of this quality could be bought for one tael of silver in the capital.

It seems that prices at the border are ridiculously high.

"It's too expensive, can you make it cheaper?"

The old man, his eyelids drooping, said, "Young lady, this is a border town, and it's not easy to transport these here. This is the price. Think it's too expensive? There are cheaper coarse pottery bowls over there, thirty coins each."

Mo Sangyu: "..."

She used to be someone who spent money without batting an eye, but now she's reduced to haggling over five taels of silver.

But speaking of which, how much is five taels of silver?

Mo Sangyu weighed the cloth bag in her arms. The original owner's savings amounted to only seven or eight taels of silver at most.

No wonder Granny Yu was so distressed over a few bowls and plates.

In the end, she still chose the set of blue and white porcelain bowls and plates.

At least it looks somewhat pleasing to the eye.

"This set is fine. Pack it up and send it to the prince's residence."

After paying the money, the bag was almost empty.

Upon hearing "the Prince's Residence," the old man's attitude immediately became warm and attentive: "So you're from the Prince's Residence, young lady! Why didn't you say so sooner? His Highness has protected us for so many years; how could I possibly accept a mere set of dishes..."

He said he was going to return the money.

Mo Sangyu raised an eyebrow.

Unexpectedly, Feng Xingyu actually has quite a bit of influence.

"No, keep it."

Mo Sangyu wouldn't take advantage of that.

As she left the shop, clutching the last few coins she had, she realized a serious problem.

She was never short of money in her past life, so she never cared about money.

But money... you really can't do without it.

We need to make money.

As Mo Sangyu walked, he pondered how to quickly make money.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind came whistling from behind.

"Who?"