His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"What we want, you can't give us."

Mo Sangyu casually replied, then continued to draw his bow and aim.

There were just too many human shields blocking his way, making it difficult to aim accurately.

"Since you are all so loyal, I don't mind granting your wish."

Another arrow was shot out.

This time, the two guards blocking Prime Minister Ning's way were both killed instantly.

The golden arrow pierced through their bodies, leaving a bloody hole.

However, after the person died, the arrow slowly disappeared.

"What...what kind of sorcery is this?!" The guards who witnessed it were horrified, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at the roof.

Seeing that the people on the roof were aiming again, the guards instinctively shrank back, huddled together, and no longer dared to stand firmly in front of Prime Minister Ning as before.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

Prime Minister Ning was both shocked and furious, and he roared, "What are you all hiding for? Attack! Whoever kills these two assassins will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold and promoted three ranks!"

As the saying goes, a generous reward will surely attract brave men.

A dozen or so guards roared as they charged toward the other side.

They split up, climbing walls or circling around from side alleys, making shooting more difficult.

Upon seeing this, Mo Sangyu curled up a cold smile.

She lightly plucked the bowstring, and dozens of golden arrows materialized simultaneously.

"A celestial maiden scatters flowers!"

The golden arrows seemed to have eyes, shooting out at the charging guards.

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

A series of muffled thuds rang out, and without exception, all of the dozen or so guards who rushed out fell to the ground.

Several people behind them, who were about to rush forward, suddenly stopped, terrified, and dared not make any further moves.

"Ayu."

Feng Xingyu, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, suddenly called out to her.

So many arrows...

Is spiritual power free?

It pained him to see it.

"What's wrong?"

Mo Sangyu looked over with a puzzled expression, only to see him already floating down from the roof like a phantom.

Wherever his figure passed, his sword remained unsheathed; only his sleeves fluttered, and his palm strikes were as sharp as knives.

Those guards who were terrified and hesitated to move forward, along with the armored soldiers around them who still wanted to rush forward, couldn't even last a single move against him. They fell like autumn leaves swept away by the wind, either dead or wounded, all in a pile.

In the blink of an eye, only Prime Minister Ning, his face ashen and trembling, remained standing in the arena.

He stood alone at the entrance of the imperial prison.

"continue."

After killing the annoying guards, Feng Xingyu took a few steps back, making way for his final target.

Mo Sangyu was taken aback by his actions.

What is this man doing?

Are you cutting cucumbers?

Prime Minister Ning was utterly desperate.

He looked around and saw corpses and groaning wounded people scattered everywhere.

Behind him was an impassable gate, before him lay a desolate, lifeless street and a ruthless, murderous demon.

He was like a mouse trapped in a cage, futilely spinning in circles, trying to dodge the golden arrows that could be shot at any moment.

Their psychological defenses were on the verge of collapse.

At that moment, the heavy footsteps of a large number of soldiers running together could be faintly heard in the distance, and the light of torches was rapidly approaching the street.

It was someone inside the imperial prison who sent the signal.

Hearing the noise, Feng Xingyu calmly reminded her, "Ayu, it's time to go."

Mo Sangyu's eyes narrowed, and he no longer hesitated.

The bowstring was drawn to its fullest extent.

Prime Minister Ning pleaded desperately, "No...don't kill me!"

The golden arrow pierced the air and vanished in a flash.

Prime Minister Ning stopped speaking. He looked down at the blood-stained hole in his chest, his face frozen in extreme fear and confusion, and slowly fell backward.

Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu exchanged a glance, then floated backward, quickly disappearing into the deep night and the shadows of the rooftops.

When the imperial guards arrived at the gates of the prison, all they saw were corpses strewn everywhere, the gate wide open, and the powerful and influential Prime Minister Ning lying in a pool of blood, lifeless.

The prime minister of the court was tortured to death by two mysterious assassins in front of the imperial prison in the capital, as if they were playing a game with him.

This news struck like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, instantly shaking the entire court and the capital of the Iron River Kingdom.

The emperor was furious and issued a series of edicts, rebuking the capital's defenses as being ineffective and ordering the immediate closure of all city gates and the imposition of martial law throughout the city.

A thorough search was launched, with the determination to bring these two audacious assassins to justice.

For a time, the atmosphere in and around the capital was extremely tense, with a sense of impending doom.

The entire capital city was turned upside down.

The Imperial Guards and patrol battalions searched house to house, digging deep into the ground to find the assassin.

However, the two main figures were currently enjoying a comfortable stay right under the emperor's nose.

In the northwest corner of the palace, in an uninhabited palace.

On the table were several exquisite dishes borrowed from the imperial kitchen, as well as a pot of fine tribute tea.

Mo Sangyu picked up a piece of jade shrimp with her chopsticks and squinted her eyes in satisfaction: "The chefs in the palace are still the best."

Feng Xingyu poured her a cup of tea, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Eat more if you like. If you're not full, I'll get you some more."

Even if those people racked their brains, they would never have guessed that they would be so bold as to hide in the palace.

The message was immediately sent to Gu Jinzhi.

Judging by the time, Gu Jinzhi's three armies will soon be able to enter the territory of Tiehe Kingdom.

They only need to enjoy themselves in the palace for two days, and once the urgent reports from the border reach the emperor's ears, the real show will begin.

The night was bathed in moonlight.

Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu leaped to the highest palace roof and sat there leisurely enjoying tea and admiring the moon.

On the plate next to it were several kinds of pastries that had just come out of the imperial kitchen.

Mo Sangyu picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and ate it in small bites.

The pastries were soft, sweet, and fragrant, and a few crumbs of pastry unconsciously clung to the corners of my mouth.

Feng Xingyu turned his head to look at her, his gaze falling on the white crumbs on her lips, his eyes darkening slightly.

"Here," he gestured, pointing to the corner of his mouth.

"Um?"

Mo Sangyu, confused, subconsciously raised her hand and wiped her lips: "Is there anything else?"

You didn't wipe the right spot.

The crumbs of cake still lingered on her rosy lips, making their color appear even more vibrant.

Feng Xingyu's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, but he didn't say anything more and leaned over directly.

A warm touch unexpectedly landed on her lips; with a gentle purse, she swept away the unsightly crumb.

Mo Sangyu's body stiffened slightly, and she almost dropped the osmanthus cake in her hand.

The kiss was brief, a fleeting touch, yet it carried an undeniable sense of possessiveness and intimacy.

Feng Xingyu stepped back slightly, his thumb tracing the corner of her mouth where he had just touched, his voice low and husky: "There's something on it."

His eyes were as deep and unfathomable as a pool under the moonlight, as if that fleeting kiss was merely the prelude.

Mo Sangyu blinked.

Looking at his face so close to mine, and those eyes that seemed to draw you in, my heart skipped a beat for no reason.

"oh."

She responded with a softer voice than usual, and then took another bite of the osmanthus cake.

Why does my cheek feel a little hot?

They'd already done more intimate things, so a gentle kiss made her a little embarrassed.

Below, patrolling guards passed by from time to time.

On the rooftop, a small, undisturbed space awaited, filled only with moonlight, pastries, and the warm breath of people drawing near to each other.

They only got off when things almost got out of control.

This man, playing with her for thrills and excitement, is terrifying.

……

The next day.

Deep within the imperial prison, in a gloomy cell.

Chu Tianxiong and Wen Zhixia were locked in two cages made of fine iron, their hands and feet shackled with heavy chains.

The outside world was in turmoil these past two days, and the news of Prime Minister Ning's murder naturally spread as well.

For the past two days, no one has come to interrogate them; for a time, they seemed to have been forgotten in this dark and hopeless corner.

Wen Zhixia leaned against the cold iron bars, her mind in turmoil.

Prime Minister Ning is dead...

Such a bizarre way of dying, such an arrogant style of behavior... Could it be Sister Mo and Brother Feng?

If it wasn't them, who else could it be?

Wen Zhixia was filled with gratitude, but also with more doubts.

If it really is them, why would they take such a big risk to do this?

Was it really just to save her and the general?

Just then, I heard footsteps coming from the doorway.

Sure enough, two people entered shortly afterward.

They were all wearing masks, but Wen Zhixia recognized them at a glance.

"Sister Mo, Brother Feng!"

Wen Zhixia exclaimed in surprise, then quickly lowered her voice.

Chu Tianxiong also suddenly looked up, the shackles rattling, his sharp gaze fixed on the newcomer.

Mo Sangyu walked to the iron cage, his eyes behind the mask glancing at them: "Time is short, so I'll get straight to the point."

She didn't want to beat around the bush and went straight to the point.

"Zhi Xia, General Chu, I believe you are aware of some of the events that have occurred in the past two days. Now, I will give you two choices."

"First, you can continue to be blindly loyal. When the emperor receives the urgent report from the border and is in dire straits, he will naturally remember you and allow you to return to continue guarding the city."

"However, by the time he comes to find you and you rush back to the border... it will probably be too late."

"By then, countless of your brothers and comrades will have died in our siege. Is that what you want to see?"

Chu Tianxiong's face turned pale, and he gripped the iron bars tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Wen Zhixia's expression also became extremely complicated.

Neither of them interrupted, waiting for Mo Sangyu's second choice.

"second."

Mo Sangyu hesitated for a moment before continuing, "General Chu, take out your token and immediately send a message to your trusted Deputy General Wang."

"Tell him the truth: the Emperor conspired with Prime Minister Ning to kill you and Zhixia on the way back to the capital and in the imperial prison."

"Make him give up resistance, open the city gates, and those who surrender will not be killed but treated leniently. The people in the city will not be harmed in the slightest."

Chu Tianxiong's pupils contracted sharply, and he looked at her abruptly: "You...you're the ones attacking the Iron River Kingdom?"

Wen Zhixia was also incredulous.

Brother Feng's 100,000-strong army was gone, so how did it reappear?

She always knew they had other motives, but she never expected them to be targeting a country's territory.

"General Chu, I greatly value talent."

Feng Xingyu stood beside Mo Sangyu and said calmly, "But the choice is still yours."

Chu Tianxiong was struggling internally.

On one side was the monarch and the country to which generations had served, and on the other side were the lives of countless soldiers and common people.

The chilling truth and desperate situation before him plunged him into a state of confusion and bewilderment.

What choice should he make to be worthy of his ancestors in the afterlife?!