His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"without."

Ya Zi shook her head: "I just overheard them mentioning the Great You Dynasty, Cloud City, and several major sects. If Miss has really attracted their attention, I'm worried..."

Cloud City?

Mo Sangyu frowned slightly.

It seems I've heard this name somewhere before.

"Yazi, what kind of place is Cloud City?"

"Well, I'm not entirely sure either."

A hint of annoyance flashed in Ya Zi's eyes.

If he had known that Miss would be interested in Cloud City, he should have inquired about it.

"Or, shall I go now..."

"No need, I was just asking casually."

After finishing their meal, Mo Sangyu took Ya Zi downstairs, intending to wander around the city and buy Ya Zi some things.

The hairpin that was promised to him has still not been delivered.

Moreover, his clothes were very worn out, and the soles of his shoes were worn through. Taking advantage of the time he had today, Mo Sangyu took him and gave him a complete makeover from head to toe.

The two had just gone downstairs when they disappeared around the street corner.

In another private room on the second floor of the restaurant, facing the street, two men stood by the window, their eyes following the direction they had left.

One of them, a man in a blue robe, had an ordinary face but sharp, eagle-like eyes. He asked the person beside him in a low voice, "Are you sure it's her? You're not mistaken?"

The man beside him was dressed in a Taoist robe and had a very handsome face, but his expression was cold. Upon hearing this, he withdrew his gaze, looked at the man in the blue robe, and chuckled softly, "I've known her for five years. Even if she were reduced to ashes, I would still recognize her."

"Oh?"

The man in the blue robe showed interest: "Recently, there's been a lot of talk throughout the Nine Provinces about the Lady of Youdu City, who's been described as having incredible skills... Do you think it could be related to her?"

"Unlikely."

The man in the Taoist robe curled his lips into a slight sneer, quite certain: "She's just good at some petty tricks; that lady could never possibly have anything to do with her."

After saying that, he changed the subject: "However, after the Seventh Prince died, she disappeared along with everyone in the Prince's residence. You suspect that the Seventh Prince is not dead. If we keep a close eye on her, we can follow the clues and find out where the Seventh Prince is."

"Um."

The man in the blue robe nodded and looked at him: "Since you know each other, why don't you go and sound her out?"

"Ah...oh, that works too."

The man in the Taoist robe agreed somewhat reluctantly: "Then I'll go find her first."

On the other side, Mo Sangyu was strolling around the city with Ya Zi.

She first went to a clothing store and picked out two well-fitting new outfits for Ya Zi from head to toe. The fabric was sturdy and durable, and the styles were simple and neat.

Ya Zi initially hesitated and refused, but after being glared at by Mo Sangyu, she obediently tried on the clothes, her ears even turning slightly red.

Next, Mo Sangyu took him to a jewelry shop, picked out ten hairpins of different styles, put them in an exquisite wooden box, and handed them to Ya Zi.

"Miss, this..."

"What I promised you, I should have given you long ago."

Ya Zi never expected that she would still remember what the young lady had said casually back then.

He held the wooden box, his throat felt like it was blocked, and after a long while he managed to squeeze out a hoarse sentence: "...Miss Xie."

No one had ever been this kind to him before.

Miss, she's the only one who's kind to him.

I remember everything I promised him...

Unfortunately, the young lady... will never belong to him.

It doesn't matter; he'd be content to be a prostitute's slave for life.

"What are you standing there for?"

Mo Sangyu patted his shoulder: "Come on, I'll take you somewhere else."

"it is good."

She took Ya Zi to a fairly large weapons shop.

Pick one that you like.

Mo Sangyu pointed to the dazzling array of weapons on the rack: "Knives, swords, daggers, and hidden weapons, anything goes."

Ya Zi's gaze swept over the gleaming weapons, finally settling on a pair of uniquely shaped, curved short blades with a cold, eerie blue sheen at their edges.

The short blade wasn't large, but it exuded a sinister and sharp aura, making it very suitable for close combat and assassination.

"This?" Mo Sangyu followed his gaze.

"Mm." Ya Zi nodded.

"Wrap it up," Mo Sangyu said to the shopkeeper.

After paying, Ya Zi carefully put the pair of short blades away from his body before the two of them left the weapons shop.

I had just stepped out the door and taken only a few steps when a man walking briskly towards me, seemingly not watching where he was going, bumped right into me.

Mo Sangyu reacted quickly, trying to dodge to the side, but the man, though seemingly reckless, had a tricky angle, and his shoulder still grazed the edge of her veil.

The veil was pulled askew and then slipped to the ground.

Mo Sangyu frowned and looked up.

The man also stopped with a cry of "Oh dear!" His gaze fell on Mo Sangyu's face. He was stunned for a moment, then, as if he had seen something unbelievable, an exaggerated look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Junior sister?"

His voice suddenly rose, tinged with excitement: "Is it really you?"

The man stepped forward, trying to grab Mo Sangyu's arm, but was stopped by Ya Zi.

"Junior Sister!"

Stopped, the man in the Taoist robe glanced at Ya Zi with displeasure, then looked at Mo Sangyu and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you? Don't you recognize me?"

"Senior brother?"

Mo Sangyu gently nudged Ya Zi's arm to indicate that he was alright.

She stared at the man's face for several seconds before she remembered who this so-called senior brother was from the original owner's memories.

That fellow disciple from Black Cloud Temple, Zhou Jinghuai, who's ignorant, incompetent, and a swindler.

He's no good.

"Yes, it's me."

Upon hearing Mo Sangyu call out "Senior Brother," Zhou Jinghuai immediately stepped forward and familiarly took Mo Sangyu's arm: "Junior Sister, back then, neither Master nor I knew you married that Seventh Prince. Otherwise, we definitely wouldn't have let you marry him. After the Seventh Prince died, you disappeared. Do you know how worried Master was about you?"

"What are you worried about?"

Mo Sangyu pulled her arm away from his grasp, her expression indifferent: "I don't remember ever having such a good relationship with you before, Senior Brother. You'd better... stay away from me."

Zhou Jinghuai's expression stiffened slightly, but he quickly recovered and said with an awkward smile, "Junior sister is still so vengeful. It was all my fault before. I apologize to you."

As he spoke, he prepared to go to Lamo Sangyu again.

With his hand only halfway out, Ya Zi's eyes turned cold, and he was about to stop him when suddenly, a gust of air struck, directly knocking Zhou Jinghuai back several steps.

The next instant, a masked man with a powerful and cold aura appeared behind Mo Sangyu.

"Ayu, who is he?"

As soon as Feng Xingyu arrived, she saw a strange man dressed in a Taoist robe making frivolous advances and trying to touch her.

He stood beside Mo Sangyu, one hand possessively around her waist. His face was masked, so his expression could not be seen.

But those exposed eyes were now as cold as a frozen pool, filled with undisguised scrutiny and hostility, shooting straight at Zhou Jinghuai, who had been knocked back several steps and was now staggering to his feet.

Zhou Jinghuai was so shocked by the sudden burst of energy that his blood and qi surged, his chest felt tight, and the smile on his face froze instantly.

He looked at the masked man who had suddenly appeared with an imposing aura with surprise and uncertainty, and then at Mo Sangyu, who was being protected in his arms, with a calm expression but no resistance.

My heart sank slightly.

"Junior sister...and who is this?"

Zhou Jinghuai steadied himself and asked tentatively, "Aren't you going to introduce me?"

Seeing that Mo Sangyu didn't speak, Feng Xingyu looked down at her, lowering his voice and asking, "Ayu?"

Mo Sangyu felt the strength and warmth from the arm around his waist, and sensed that he seemed very angry.

She gently patted the back of his hand as a form of reassurance, then looked up at Zhou Jinghuai, her tone flat: "An... old acquaintance I haven't seen in a long time, not well acquainted."

"An old acquaintance?"

Feng Xingyu repeated himself, his gaze returning to Zhou Jinghuai, his eyes as if weighing an insignificant yet unsightly object: "Since you're not familiar with him, why are you behaving so frivolously and recklessly?"

"cough."

This person seems to have some kind of eye problem.

Where was he frivolous or reckless?

"Misunderstand!"

Zhou Jinghuai felt a chill run down his spine under Feng Xingyu's gaze and quickly explained, "It's all a misunderstanding. I was just too excited to see my junior sister and lost my composure for a moment. I had absolutely no intention of offending her. This gentleman... may I ask his name? And his relationship with my junior sister is...?"

"It's none of your business."

Feng Xingyu coldly interrupted him, tightening his grip on Mo Sangyu's arm, clearly not wanting to say anything more to him: "Ayu, we should go."

Having said that, he didn't even look at Zhou Jinghuai, and turned to leave with Mo Sangyu.

Zhou Jinghuai grew anxious.

He was ordered to test the waters, but he hasn't gotten any information yet. How can he just let him leave like this?

"Junior sister, wait!"

He hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to reach out and stop him, but was frozen in place by Feng Xingyu's cold gaze, his outstretched hand frozen in mid-air.

Beside him, there was a menacing Yazi, glaring at him menacingly.

This junior sister is really amazing.

After getting married, suddenly so many people want to protect her?

Feng Xingyu stopped and turned his head, his gaze beneath the mask like a blade chilled to the bone: "Is there anything else?"

Zhou Jinghuai was intimidated by his imposing manner, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

Thinking of that person's order, he could only grit his teeth, put on a fawning smile, and look at Mo Sangyu.

"Junior sister, it's been many years since we last met. Your senior brother has truly missed you. Since we've run into each other, why don't we find a place to sit down and chat? Your senior brother will treat you... to a cup of tea with this gentleman, and catch up?"

As he spoke, he carefully observed Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu.

Especially the Phoenix Chariot.

The man's presence was incredibly intimidating; he was clearly no ordinary person.

Could it be... that he is the city lord of Youdu City?

Or is he the seventh prince who didn't die?!

What is the connection between them?

No, he has to figure this out.

If this matter is clarified, that person will certainly receive a considerable benefit.

Mo Sangyu looked at Zhou Jinghuai's face, which was trying hard to hide his scheming nature, and sneered inwardly.

Catching up with the past? They're probably just trying to get information out of me.

She looked up at Feng Xingyu, her eyes asking for his opinion.

Feng Xingyu received her gaze and pondered for a moment.

This suddenly appearing "senior brother" clearly has ulterior motives. Rather than letting him secretly entangle and investigate, it's better to keep him under our watchful eyes and see what tricks he's up to.

"it is good."

Feng Xingyu's voice was indifferent: "Then let's find a place to sit down."

"No, you really want to find a place to catch up with him?"

Mo Sangyu asked in a low voice, "Do you two know each other? You're just catching up?"

"So what do you mean?"

"What I mean is..."