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Even in the face of her overwhelming emotions, Night Star continued to explain, "I have no memory of your existence. I think the man in your dreams might be someone else impersonating me, which is why he has temporarily concealed the truth from you."
Upon hearing this, Mo Xier burst into laughter as if struck by a joke, filling the small room with her mocking laughter.
"Hahaha, this is the funniest joke I've heard so far!" As she tightened her grip on her clothes, she gritted her teeth and said, "Of course you wouldn't remember me! I'm just the woman you discarded!"
That feeling, although belonging to the previous owner of this body, caused such a deep heartache that she couldn't forgive the man before her who had deceived her!
There was even something she was reluctant to admit. She liked him; when Night Star confessed to her last night, that fluttering feeling was genuine. But now that she had learned this truth, how could she accept it?
"Before I found you, I truly didn't remember you. If you hadn't mentioned seeing Dragon Seal in your dreams, I might have never known that we had crossed paths before."
"Get lost!" No longer wanting to hear his explanation, she grabbed a teacup from the table and threw it directly at him.
Her strength wasn't great, and in her heartache, she lacked precision. The cup flew only a short distance before crashing to the ground with a loud noise, shattering but not harming him in the slightest.
Faced with her fury, Night Star remained unfazed, standing still with his hands behind his back, his cold eyes observing everything happening before him.
If he hadn't spoken earlier, even she would have thought herself unreasonable; the man standing in front of her seemed like nothing more than an emotionless piece of wood.
"Get out!" She grabbed another cup from the table and aimed it directly at him, throwing it with force.
As the cup hit the ground with a crash, Night Star shifted slightly to avoid her attack.
"Can't you calm down a bit?" His patience seemed to have reached its limit as he frowned and spoke with a hint of annoyance.
"Oh? Calm down? I could calm down if you left this room!"
"Don't forget, this is the General's residence, and this house is also mine!" Today, Night Star clearly seemed to have lost her rationality, saying things she would never normally say in anger.
Hearing this, Mo Xier not only laughed in anger but also nodded repeatedly as she stepped back. "Are you trying to drive me away? Fine! So you want to kick me out now that I've seen through you? Good for you, Night General! Today, I truly see through you!"
Her words stirred up a storm within Night Star, and the last shred of her rationality was consumed by anger. No longer standing still, she stepped forward and forcefully grabbed Mo Xier's wrist, her eyes filled with rage.
"Were you just waiting for me to say that? Ever since we first met, you've wanted to escape from my side. Today is just an excuse for you!"
Turning her head away, she bit her lip tightly, not wanting to speak to him or make eye contact.
But how could a man tolerate being ignored? He reached out and firmly grasped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. His eyes were filled with a fury that contrasted sharply with his usual indifference.
"What I said to you yesterday was just a prelude for you to find this excuse to escape from me today, isn't it? Mo Xier, let me tell you, you won't get away!"
The atmosphere between them grew eerily silent as they locked eyes; it felt as if sparks were flying around them.
The commotion inside the room had already spread outside. Everyone kept their heads down; the louder the noise inside became, the lower their heads sank as they pretended not to exist.
Their master was angry. If it didn't involve them, it would be fine; but if they got implicated, how could they bear that responsibility as servants? They might as well put their heads on the chopping block. If they could pretend not to hear, they would act like they didn't.
Meanwhile, the fierce argument continued inside.
"You want to escape from my side? Let me tell you! It's impossible for this lifetime!" His harsh words and fierce gaze seemed ready to swallow her whole.
Turning his head sharply, Mo Xier's eyes no longer held the tenderness from before; they were now filled with hatred. Arguments are the most effective way to drive a wedge between two people's feelings.
All her previous infatuation with him vanished in an instant due to a dream and their earlier quarrel.
"Do you only realize now that I want to escape from you? When I first met you, I already discussed terms with you to let me go. It was you who stubbornly refused to let me leave!" Her words left no room for him at all.
Stepping forward, the grip on her wrist tightened even more. "That's right! I never had any intention of letting you go! Not before, not now, and certainly not in the future!"
"You bastard!" Faced with such a rogue for the first time, her cheeks flushed with anger, and she was almost at a loss for words, unable to think of any other insults.
"There's worse than that!"
An unusual emotion rose in the man's cold eyes as he forcefully lifted her off the ground, saying, "You wanted to leave, didn't you? Let's see how you can leave like this!"
Without any regard for her, he threw her heavily onto the bed. Just as she was about to shout, he pushed her down onto the bed again. With her small strength, how could she possibly struggle against him?
In her fury, she could only pound his back with her hands in an attempt to stop his further actions. However, this little movement was nothing more than a tickle to him and had no effect at all.
With one hand pinning her down, he grabbed the curtains by the bed and tore them apart with great force, turning them into strips.
Realizing what he intended to do filled her with terror, and she struggled even harder, but it only resulted in him tightening his grip further.
"You have no right to do this! Let me go! Let me go!" Her cries were tinged with desperation and sounded chilling.
Despite using all her strength to shout, it had no effect; his actions remained swift and ruthless.
The corners of his mouth, which had been slightly downturned, slowly curled into a sinister smile. "Rights? In my general's mansion, I am the representative of power! This is how I will treat you! What can you do about it?"
As his words fell, he quickened his movements. In just a moment, both of her hands were firmly bound behind her back.
He flipped her over with force and grabbed her kicking legs with his large hand before tying them to the bedpost with strips of cloth.
In the blink of an eye, Mo Xier went from struggling incessantly to being completely immobilized.
"Stay here obediently!"
After leaving those harsh words, the man strode away, not forgetting to instruct the people in the courtyard, "Take good care of her. If she goes missing, you will bring me your heads!"
For a moment, the servants dared only to lower their heads, exchanging surprised glances among themselves.
Everyone in the mansion knew how much the young master favored Mo Xier; he had never been so red-eyed with anger before.
There were no secrets in the General's residence. As Night Star and she had just quarreled like this, Old Madam's ears quickly caught wind of it.
Surprised, she set down her teacup, unable to believe what she had heard. After repeating it several times, she confirmed that the two had indeed fallen out.
Old Madam felt a bit uneasy; it was strange for such a good pair to suddenly have a conflict. Anyone would suspect something was amiss.
"Madam, isn't it a good thing that the young master and that Demoness are unhappy?"
Rong Mama, who had been standing nearby, cautiously observed Old Madam's expression. After seeing her momentary surprise followed by contemplation, she asked with some confusion.
Slowly turning the Buddhist beads in her hand, Old Madam gazed into the distance and simply said, "Who knows if he's just putting on a show for us?"
Rong Mama's eyes brightened as an idea came to her mind. She couldn't help but say, "If it's a show, why don't we test it out?"
"Test?" Old Madam couldn't help but retort, her tone slightly rising with doubt.
"Yes! Test!" Rong Mama stepped forward to refill Old Madam's teacup, her eyes filled with confidence as if victory was already assured.
With such bright eyes, Rong Mama seemed to have regained some youthfulness.
Setting down her teacup, Old Madam's eyes sparkled with insight as she smiled and said, "Then you should come up with an idea. How should I test it?"
"Since they have already fallen out, why doesn't Old Madam drive that Demoness away now? Without the young master as her backing, she wouldn't dare to be so arrogant!"
"Drive her away?" Old Madam pondered for a moment but shook her head directly, stroking the Buddhist beads in her hand while harboring other thoughts.
"That Demoness was so arrogant before; today, simply driving her away won't suffice. She must be tormented until she is unrecognizable to satisfy our hatred!" The grip on the beads tightened, and her calm eyes were filled with resentment.
"Then according to your wishes, Old Madam, what should we do?"
"Let me think; this matter requires careful consideration." She slowly spoke, suppressing the hatred in her gaze.
While Old Madam contemplated how to deal with Mo Xier, the woman bound to the bed was desperately trying to escape the room.
Unfortunately, although it was just cloth, the man had tied it very securely. With her bare hands twisting, she could not break free; instead, she ended up bruising her wrists and even scraping the delicate skin, causing a trickle of blood to seep out.
Hearing the commotion outside, the maids hurried in. Seeing her struggle so fiercely, they felt extremely anxious and hesitated to step forward. One of them softly said, "Miss, please stop struggling; you are only hurting yourself."
With a fierce glare, she spoke harshly for the first time, "Either untie me or get out!"
The maid instinctively took a few steps back, fear evident in her eyes. To her, both sides were masters that she could not offend! And she was merely a servant.
However, seeing the wound on her wrist growing larger made the maid increasingly worried. If the young master returned and saw her like this on the bed, who knew if he would fly into a rage again?
Summoning her courage, she stepped forward and continued to persuade her, "Miss, please stop struggling. Look, you're already bleeding; there’s hardly any uninjured place left on your wrist!"
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