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There were quite a few people surrounding them, mostly villagers. Seeing the woman's hair turn white so quickly, Night Star couldn't think of any other way to help.
He could only protect her hair with his hand, picking up the weak woman and hurrying toward the carriage.
The villagers were not blind; in the brief moment, her hair cascaded down like a waterfall, the half-white, half-black strands appearing particularly eerie under the sunlight.
The originally noisy villagers fell silent in an instant, all eyes focused on her hair, astonished to the point of being speechless.
In broad daylight, could it be that they had seen a ghost? Who had ever seen a normal person's hair turn gray in an instant?
As Night Star held her, with each step forward, villagers instinctively made way for him, their faces filled with terror, unwilling to approach.
It wasn't until their figures had long disappeared that the villagers began to murmur among themselves about the woman.
Allowing Night Star to carry her into the carriage, she curled up in a corner, now with a full head of White Hair; there was no trace of her previous Azure Silk.
She trembled as if caught in a harsh winter, her mind echoing with the villagers' words. The cruel images flashed before her like scenes from a movie.
Her slender fingers couldn't help but dig into her palm, and even when a few drops of blood emerged, she didn't care. She let her nails press down as if inflicting pain on her hand would lessen the pain in her heart.
Seeing this made him truly unable to bear it. He turned over Mo Xier's palm and gently wrapped it with silk. The blood quickly soaked through the entire handkerchief, yet he couldn't find any comforting words to say.
"How could this happen? We were only gone for a short while when Aunt Liu and Dog Egg met such a tragic end! Who is behind this relentless slaughter? They didn't even spare them!" Her angry words were filled with deep resentment, her eyes red as if she wanted to tear the heavens apart.
Night Star silently patted her back; all his comfort was conveyed through his actions. Though he seemed indifferent, his feelings ran deep.
"I won't accept this! I refuse to accept this!" The woman seemed trapped in her hatred, muttering to herself for a long time.
He sighed softly, pressing his hand on her back more firmly and said gently, "Don't worry; I will find out who did this. They won't die unjustly."
His feelings for Aunt Liu were no less than hers. Upon hearing about their tragic fate, although his expression remained cold, his heart churned. After all, human hearts are made of flesh; who could truly remain unaffected by everything?
It took a long time for Mo Xier's emotions to gradually calm down, but she remained like a wooden figure, staring blankly at the White Hair before her without any reaction. She even let out a few cold laughs that sent chills down others' spines.
The man looked at her and silently handed over the snacks in his hand. This time, she did not refuse and eagerly began to eat.
"Slow down, don't rush; there’s plenty of food."
However, as the food entered her stomach, she found it somewhat tasteless, as if her taste buds had vanished entirely, leaving her unable to discern any flavor.
"I have arranged for their funeral properly; they will not be treated poorly." Looking at her, Night Star suddenly spoke. His words, though intended as comfort, surprisingly eased her heart.
With her head bowed, she nodded silently, not slowing down the pace of eating. Only when she could eat no more did she slowly put down her hands and shift her gaze back to her white hair.
"I have sent Black Clothes to investigate the truth of the matter. As soon as there is news, he will report back immediately; you need not worry too much."
Raising her eyes to look at him, her gaze was filled with resentment, and her voice trembled with suppressed excitement. "If I find out who the real culprit is, I will make sure to tear him apart!"
Her resolute tone left no room for hesitation, and the venom in her expression caused the man to glance at her sideways.
Her attention shifted back to her hair; they were not far from the capital and needed to restore it quickly. Otherwise, in this state, how could she face anyone? If she returned like this, she might not even be able to enter the General's residence!
As if sensing her turmoil, the man said, "I will have someone slow down the steps; your hair will have time to recover. There’s no need to rush."
The white hair in her palms felt like a ticking time bomb, leaving her restless with no way to resolve it.
While Mo Xier was at a loss regarding her white hair, far away in the General's residence, Old Madam smiled for the first time in days as she received reports from the spies she had sent out!
Regardless of whether Night Star was upset or not—given that he had always been cold-hearted but today buried those two with great ceremony—it was clear that his feelings for Aunt Liu were different.
Looking at Mo Xier again, it was evident that she had turned her hair white for those two and had even fainted upon hearing the news! One could imagine how furious she must be!
Her actions had achieved their purpose: making those two feel miserable! If they were unhappy, then she would be happy!
A smile gradually appeared on Old Madam's well-maintained face. Her hand turning the prayer beads became much lighter, and she seemed to bask in the warmth of spring. Even the servants in the residence could sense something unusual about her today.
That night, in the General's residence where Night Star had yet to return, everything remained unchanged from usual. The lights in Old Madam's courtyard were still on, as if waiting for someone.
She heard the sound of two cuckoos calling outside and responded with two calls of her own. A figure then appeared in the room, silent and somewhat ghostly.
"When did he come back?" The visitor was none other than Prime Minister Jiang Huai!
The Buddhist beads in Old Madam's hand kept turning, her expression unfriendly. "What does it matter to me when he comes back? I wish he would never return! That brat is really lucky! Even the Plague can't do anything to him!"
Her tone carried a sense of injustice, as if she were very dissatisfied with his ability to successfully resolve the Plague issue.
The man frowned slightly, deeply sensing her growing hatred. If this continued, she might not be able to bear it. He cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, "It's fine for you to express these feelings to me, but if you show them so obviously to him, it might not be appropriate."
The movement of the beads suddenly stopped. She raised her eyes slightly and chuckled lightly, "After pretending for so many years, do you think I still don't understand? I only feel this way about my brother; why do you need to remind me again and again?"
"I have no objection if you take action against those around him, as long as it makes you happy. But everything has its limits. The way you treated those two villagers the other day—aren't you afraid he will trace it back to you?"
The Prime Minister's insinuating words made her turn pale instantly. She slammed her palm on the table, creating a loud noise, and asked incredulously, "What does my brother mean by this? Is he now monitoring my every move?"
"Monitoring?" His tone was light, seemingly dismissive. "Sister, you're joking. The people around you just know who is more reliable."
The woman tightened her grip on the Buddhist beads, her body trembling with anger but she struggled to suppress it.
Jiang Huai sighed softly and stepped closer to hold her body down gently. He said softly, "I don't care whether you've acted against those around him. I know you hate those who took your biological son back then; it's just that the timing isn't right yet. We still need to endure a bit longer; otherwise, everything we've done before will be in vain. Do you understand?"
Endure! Endure! Endure!
For more than a decade, these were the words she had heard the most! It seemed as if these words defined her entire life! When would she finally be able to rid herself of them? When could she truly live for herself?
"What you've done before, consider it as my tacit approval. If you want to vent your anger for yourself and it's not excessive, I naturally agree. However, after Night Star returns this time, I hope you won't expose yourself again; otherwise, with his intelligence, if he really wants to find out who did it, it will be effortless!"
His words carried both a threat and comfort; Jiang Huai was undoubtedly urging her to stop. She chuckled lightly; now she didn't even have the right to play small tricks anymore. Nodding silently, she pointed directly at the door.
"I will do as you say; I only ask that my brother appear before me less in the future. Otherwise, I will feel that there is no kinship between us!" Feeling exceptionally depressed and irritable at that moment, she just wanted to be alone in silence and had no desire to talk with anyone.
Seeing her so resistant, Jiang Huai didn't insist further. He said nothing more and turned to disappear from the room.
The window, slightly ajar, allowed the night breeze to flow through the gap, bringing a hint of coolness that made her shiver involuntarily.
The early spring weather was indeed still cold, so cold that she felt almost numb, leaving her sitting there in silence.
Mechanically turning the prayer beads in her hand, her vacant eyes stared blankly at the ground. At that moment, Jiang Yu resembled a walking corpse, devoid of any vitality.
However, after a brief moment, her hollow emotions vanished as if they had never existed, replaced by her usual indifferent expression.
Meanwhile, Mo Xier, still on the road, was nearly driven to despair by her own hair. Ever since she left the village, her hair had been in a state of disarray.
The constant shifts between black and white left it without any stability. With Ru Er absent, she had grown too lazy to groom it herself and simply let her Azure Silk cascade down to her waist, allowing it to Follow the Wind as it danced freely.
Only because her hair had turned white did she refrain from getting off the carriage during the journey; all her meals were brought in by Night Star, making the return trip somewhat less enjoyable.
Fortunately, she didn’t mind much. During idle moments, she would take out the clothes borrowed from Aunt Liu's house and continuously rub them in her hands as if trying to feel their presence through the fabric.
Their voices and smiles lingered vividly in her mind, yet they were no longer there. It was only now that she truly understood the bittersweet feeling of being separated by life and death.
The sorrowful emotions from that day seemed to fade gradually with time, but deep down she knew that such pain would be hard to forget for a lifetime!
That bone-deep hatred also prevented her from being as pure-hearted and trusting as she once was.
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