Feng Jin clenched her fist tightly, and the blood from the scratches on her palms flowed out between her fingers, making the scene even more shockingly vivid.

Her bloodshot eyes still burned with hatred, and then she roared again, "Mu Beichen, what have I ever done to wrong you? Over the years, I've done everything I should and shouldn't have done for you. What more do you want from me now? I'm fed up with your heartlessness and sweet talk, fed up with your scheming and deceit because of you!"

Mu Beichen took a step back abruptly, staring blankly at the cold and indifferent face in front of him. He suddenly felt that she was very unfamiliar and cold-blooded, completely different from the woman who had always thought of him and only had him in her eyes.

"Fine! Since that's what you want, then I'll grant your wish!" Mu Beichen flicked his sleeves and turned around abruptly. Staring at the petals fluttering to the ground, he smiled coldly: "From this day forward, imprison the Princess Consort in the dungeon of the Prince's mansion, awaiting further orders!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a group of men dressed in identical black appeared out of nowhere. Before anyone could even turn their gaze, they had already surrounded Feng Jin. Their speed was comparable to that of an eagle soaring through the night.

Seeing Feng Jin being held by the guards, Su Yu rushed forward to stop him: "Wait..." Before he could reach her, Mu Beichen blocked his way.

With his back to Su Yu, he spoke in a light yet sharp tone: "Your Highness, this is our own family matter, and it is none of your business."

Su Yu was also pushed to the limit. His gentle and handsome face twisted into a distorted expression. He shouted almost hoarsely, "Mu Beichen, if you have a problem with your anger, you can come at me. Why make things so difficult for a woman?"

Mu Beichen suddenly stepped forward, his eyes reflecting Su Yu's magnified face. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he said in a cold voice, "Su Yu, the only reason I've tolerated you for so long is because of your sister Su Ruan. Do you really think I wouldn't dare to do anything to you?"

Su Yu's hands clenched quickly beneath her sleeves, and she immediately gave Mu Beichen the same look, a cold smile playing on her lips: "Further words are useless, please enlighten me."

Seeing that the two sides were locked in a fierce standoff, ready to fight each other, Su Ruan ran straight between them, pulled Su Yu over, and hurriedly advised, "Brother! Don't meddle in other people's business."

As she finished speaking, she paused slightly, glanced meaningfully at Mu Beichen, and continued, "After all... you're an outsider, and there are some things you shouldn't interfere with."

Su Yu pushed Su Ruan away with a forceful shove, breaking free from her obstruction. Just as he was about to turn around to find Feng Jin, he found that the area in front of him was empty. At that moment, everyone had disappeared from the spot.

As dusk faded and night gradually fell, a few dim rays of light flickered through the clouds, making the night even more eerie and chilling.

Feng Jin was dressed in tattered clothes, her limbs completely bound by heavy shackles. She sat with her knees bent, leaning against the cold, hard wall, and looked up expressionlessly. In this dark dungeon, there was no light on the walls, and only a bone-chilling coldness was everywhere.

She felt this was the coldest night she had ever experienced in her life; even the doorway, through which a faint ray of cold light shone, sent chills down her spine.

Not long ago, Mu Beichen had also appeared here. At that moment, she truly felt that his tall figure was her last resort, and she longed for him to take her away.

Now, even if she were trapped and frozen to death, she would not feel any urgent desire to see him.