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This time, Mo Xier truly was not disappointed! She was able to appreciate such a beautiful view; indeed, one cannot always stay cooped up indoors. Only by constantly stepping outside can one discover just how vast the world is!
"In response to the young lady's words, this corridor did not originally exist. After the young master moved in, he ordered it to be added, which has made the residence more beautiful," Xinrong said.
With the familiar tone of pride, Xinrong wore a smile and slowed down her pace to allow the woman to see more.
Mo Xier slightly parted her lips in surprise; she had not expected that such a cold man could have such intricate thoughts and come up with such a unique corridor!
Her eyes carefully examined what lay ahead, and the smile at the corners of her mouth began to fade. How could a man capable of designing such a corridor possibly be someone with simple thoughts?
One could only guess at the complexities within his heart. Was he really as calm as he appeared on the surface?
"Miss, isn't the young master amazing? When this corridor was designed, Old General had not yet passed away! How old was the young master back then?"
Completely unaware of Mo Xier's emotional changes, Xinrong spoke with unabated pride, even more so than before. "You don't know, when the corridor was completed, how many people in the capital were stirred! Everyone was in awe of the young master's intelligence!"
"Night Star was cold to others since childhood?" A thought crossed her mind, and she blurted out the question without hesitation.
"Not at all! I heard from the old maids in the residence that the young master was quite clingy when he was little, especially when Old General was still around. However, after Old General passed away, the young master stopped being clingy. Moreover..."
At this point, Xinrong seemed to remember something and quickly covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes filled with fear.
"What happened?" The sudden halt in conversation caught Mo Xier's attention. She turned to see a pair of panicked eyes and furrowed her brows in confusion.
"Miss, Old Madam has instructed that we cannot discuss these matters in the residence." Xinrong lowered her head and kept glancing back as if afraid of something.
"Why can't we discuss it?" Once she asked this question, Mo Xier became even more puzzled about what could cause such fear among those in the general's residence.
The relationship between the old lady and Night Star was also difficult to comprehend!
"You don't know; rumors about Old Madam and the young master not getting along have been circulating for quite some time. Old Madam dislikes hearing such talk and instructed Rong Mama to pass it down: no one is allowed to discuss it. If Old Madam hears it, they definitely won't survive in the general's residence!"
Xinrong spoke with trepidation, regret evident on her face. After cautiously surveying their surroundings, she finally let out a sigh of relief.
In the fleeting moment of light, a memory surfaced in her mind without warning, as if from that time on, she had heard about the man's poor relationship with the Old Madam.
At that time, she had no intention of staying, so she naturally didn't pay attention to it; after hearing it, she forgot about it until today when Xinrong brought it up again, rekindling her memories.
With her gaze slightly lowered, her heart was filled with different thoughts. She took Xinrong's hand and asked lightly, "Is the Old Madam so strict about this because her relationship with Night Star is really not good?"
"Miss, please don't ask anymore," Xinrong replied in a choked voice, as if she would cry at any moment if the questioning continued. Although this matter was not to be discussed, everyone understood it well.
Mo Xier, however, became increasingly persistent. She would not give up until she got the answer she wanted. Looking at Xinrong's expression, she noticed that Xinrong kept glancing back as if something frightening was following them.
As her gaze shifted, she suddenly stopped and turned to the servants who had been following her. "You all can stop following us. I want to be alone with Xinrong for a while."
The people behind her stood there in shock, looking at each other in confusion.
Once those words were spoken, not only did they panic, but Xinrong also grabbed the woman's hand tightly and said softly, "Miss..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Mo Xier interrupted loudly to the people behind her, "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up! Are you waiting to grow roots in place?!"
As soon as those harsh words left her mouth, the maids standing behind bowed their heads. Since Mo Xier had given such an order, how could they possibly disobey?
In the next moment, they all stood still in place and dared not take another step forward.
Mo Xier quickly pulled Xinrong's hand and ran forward. In just a moment, the two of them disappeared into the corridor and were no longer visible.
As they ran while holding hands, when they finally stopped, both were panting heavily. In that instant of locking eyes, they couldn't help but burst into laughter. Looking into each other's eyes made their laughter grow louder. Mo Xier laughed so hard that she squatted down on the ground; gone was her previous aloof demeanor.
It was at this moment that Xinrong let go of all her defenses against her. In this instant, she chose to trust the woman before her who had a sun-like smile.
After laughing for a long time, Mo Xier finally steadied herself with Xinrong's hand and slowly stood up. She felt that pulling someone along to run just now was quite childish. With a smile still on her face, she began to ask, "Now that there’s no one around us, can we talk?"
Fearing that Xinrong might still be worried, she added reassuringly, "Don't worry; whatever you say will be like you never said anything at all. If anyone else asks about it, I absolutely won't say a word. This is my promise to you; I will definitely keep it!"
Xinrong had already chosen to trust her long ago, but upon hearing these words, she couldn't help but feel touched. She smiled and took the woman's hand, saying, "Miss, you don't need to say that; I understand everything. Whatever you want to know, I will tell you everything without holding back!"
"It seems that since I came to the General's residence, the relationship between Night Star and Old Madam has not been good. However, looking at the man's demeanor, he still shows great respect for Old Madam."
Even though she knew there was no one around, Xinrong remained very cautious. After glancing around, she slowly said, "The young master should respect Old Madam, but Old Madam has never treated the young master kindly. They all say that Old Madam became harsh after the Old General passed away, but I heard from the old maid that Old Madam has never treated the young master well!"
Xinrong's words left the woman even more puzzled. What kind of feelings could lead a mother to be so distant from her own child?
"Miss, this matter is no secret in the General's residence. Moreover, the young master has never entered the ancestral hall since he was little; he always kneels outside, which has sparked much discussion among people. Some even say that the young master is not Old Madam's biological child, which is why she has such a strong opinion about him!"
As her words fell, the atmosphere between the two became somewhat stagnant. After a brief silence, the woman softly asked, "Has it always been this way for him over the years?"
Following Night Star, she had seen Old Madam many times. Almost every time, she witnessed him being exceptionally submissive. In front of Old Madam, he displayed not only his usual indifference but also a humility that others could not see.
Such a proud person being like this in front of Old Madam made her feel a twinge of pity.
"It is probably so. At least in my years in the residence, I have never seen the young master and Old Madam argue! Not to mention fighting; whatever Old Madam says, the young master just does it without ever resisting. But..."
Xinrong's words contradicted what the woman had in mind. At least in their recent encounters, Night Star had confronted Old Madam directly.
"However, this situation has changed since you arrived; even we servants have noticed that the young master seems different." Xinrong paused for a moment before continuing, her gaze fixed on her with an unusual expression.
Feeling uncomfortable under Xinrong's stare, Mo Xier sensed something and couldn't help but ask, "Are you trying to say that Night Star's sudden changes are because of me? That for my sake, he has gone against his own mother? Come on, you think too highly of me!" Her tone rose slightly with surprise.
"Miss, I can't guarantee why the young master has changed, but if you have noticed something, you must have some understanding in your heart." Although Xinrong's words were vague, their meaning was quite clear.
Shaking her head slightly, Mo Xier suppressed the thought that had just emerged. No matter what, she did not want to admit it; she didn't want to be the sinner causing discord between them...
"Oh? Who is this? What brings you here today? It seems like I can run into you anywhere."
Turning her gaze, she saw a woman swaying towards her from a distance. Like a gentle spring breeze brushing against her cheek, just looking at that enchanting figure drew everyone's attention.
The newcomer was none other than Liu Xuxin. Supporting Cui Er's hand, she called out as soon as she spotted Mo Xier.
As they approached each other, both women exchanged surprised glances. Their makeup today was quite similar; the only difference was that Liu Xuxin had a peach blossom on her forehead while Mo Xier's forehead was clean and appeared infinitely aloof.
The similar makeup on two different people showcased two distinct expressions, capturing attention instantly.
Today, Liu Xuxin wore a dress in soft pink, complemented by the peach blossom on her forehead, making her look as enchanting as the flower itself.
In contrast, Mo Xier donned pure white attire that fluttered gently with the breeze, exuding an air of refreshing coolness. Although her makeup was similar to Liu Xuxin's, it gave her a much colder demeanor; one radiated warmth while the other was cool-toned.
This was bound to spark a comparison!
When the two met, it felt like winter encountering spring, and their presence together was truly refreshing.
However, at the moment she caught sight of Mo Xier's makeup, Liu Xuxin's expression stiffened. She couldn't help but glance back at Cui Er behind her.
Mo Xier maintained a composed expression, a mischievous smirk playing at her lips as she addressed Xinrong, "Xinrong, don't you think it's noisy around here? Why are there always annoying people surrounding me lately? It's quite unpleasant!"
"What do you mean?" Liu Xuxin's tone suddenly rose, her brows furrowing in anger. Did she really think she could intimidate her like this? Did she believe she was the mistress of the general's residence?
"Oh, isn't this Miss Liu? Look at my expression; I didn't even notice such a big person standing right in front of me." She played with her hair, completely ignoring Liu Xuxin's presence.
Xinrong stood silently behind them, saying nothing and keeping her head down. It was best for someone in her position to avoid getting involved in the conflict between their masters.
"It seems you really are blind; otherwise, how could you not see such a big person standing right in front of you?"
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