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"Let go of me! You old maids!" the woman struggled and cursed.
The Emperor's face darkened, a sense of foreboding rising within him; that voice sounded so familiar.
Suddenly, he darted forward, taking a quick step behind the rockery. It couldn't be wrong; it definitely couldn't be wrong. He had memorized her voice a thousand times, day and night, how could he mistake it!
Rushing to the back of the rockery, sure enough.
He saw Mo Xier covered in blood, her clothes torn apart, revealing her delicate figure beneath. The thin garment accentuated her exquisite curves unmistakably.
A slight thrill surged within him, emotions swelling, but more than that was anger and heartache.
"Stop it!" he shouted sternly, turning to the eunuchs behind him and waving his hand. "Turn around! Anyone who dares to look will have their eyes gouged out!"
Li Ye's face was wild with rage as he angrily waved his hand, kicking down the two old maids who had just tormented Mo Xier. Both were elderly women who had worked in the palace for many years. Their methods were extremely cruel and filthy, always resorting to underhanded tactics while serving their master.
He despised these seasoned old women in the palace the most! His handsome brows furrowed, and under his high nose, his thin lips pressed tightly together. He took off his Dragon Robe, and in the blink of an eye, before the two old maids could comprehend what was happening, the woman on the ground was wrapped in the Dragon Robe.
The bright red blood instantly stained the bright yellow Dragon Robe, a glaring crimson that made his heart skip a beat.
"Ouch!" a painful groan escaped as the two old maids fell to the ground with a thud on the white stone slabs. Their aged bones seemed to fall apart, causing unbearable pain.
"You damned creatures!"
The Emperor said fiercely. Noble Ning, who had been sitting on the stone bench watching the commotion, was startled by the sudden turn of events. Caught off guard, she stared blankly at the scene before her, her mind going blank as she didn't know how to respond.
She was a proud person, born into a noble family, and her dignity was not to be infringed upon. In her eagerness to protect her master, she instinctively said, "What is happening? Should I be stopped for teaching a lesson to a servant?"
Li Ye raised an eyebrow, looking at the injured, delicate woman on the ground. His voice suddenly turned colder as he turned his gaze, icy like a cold star, fixing it on Noble Ning. "Who is the servant? Who told you that Mo Xi'er is a servant?!"
After a pause, his sharp gaze shot towards the two maids beside him. "You two have such audacity to dare use corporal punishment in front of me."
The two maids were startled and hurriedly knelt down, trembling so much that they didn't dare to breathe, crying out, "This old servant deserves to die, this old servant deserves to die!"
"Hmph!" The Emperor coldly snorted through his nose, bending down to personally lift the woman from the ground. He supported her neck with one hand while wrapping his other arm around her waist three inches down, holding her in a pure princess carry.
The woman tried to struggle, her stubborn eyes seemingly saying to him, "I don't want you to touch me; it's disgusting."
"Don't move!" he scolded sharply, though his voice carried an imperceptible gentleness. Noble Ning watched from the side, her expression changing instantly. He continued, "You're not wearing anything; if you don't want me to hold you, do you want those dog servants to come instead?"
After a moment, a smirk appeared on his face as he teased lightly, "Do you want them to see you naked?"
This remark proved effective; the woman in his arms immediately became compliant and motionless, allowing him to handle her as he wished.
Turning his gaze back, he glared at the lavishly dressed yet narrow-minded woman behind him. He did not understand how their conflict had arisen, but her actions filled him with disgust.
As a woman herself, how could Noble Ning be so spiteful?!
Conflicted emotions surged within Noble Ning. Once immensely proud, she now felt as if she had fallen into a vat of vinegar and was being coldly scrutinized by the Emperor with such disdainful eyes. Her legs weakened and she knelt on the ground, feeling wronged as she said, "Your Majesty, I truly did not know her identity; I thought she was just an ill-mannered... servant..."
Her voice trembled, and her words were somewhat unclear. After hesitating for a moment, she finally mentioned the two servants.
To her surprise, the Emperor did not get angry; his expression remained cold.
Taking a deep breath, she felt a sense of relief. Just as her heart was about to sink heavily, it was suddenly lifted again by someone. The person she deeply loved coldly said, "If she suffers even the slightest harm, I will make you pay back tenfold."
After saying this, that glaring group in Bright Yellow turned coldly and left, leaving behind endless panic.
"Your Highness, are you alright? Please get up."
The old maid helped Noble Ning up, her tone filled with concern and worry. Yet her body trembled in fear.
Noble Ning wiped her hands, tears leaving a trail on her face and ruining her exquisite makeup. Her voice was icy as she said, "The Emperor... he has never treated me like this before." She did not speak the rest of her thoughts.
Even in their most intimate moments, he had never shown such careful tenderness from the depths of his heart.
She had always thought the Emperor was a cold person who did not understand gentleness or compassion, let alone how to care for someone. Even when he smiled gently at her, there was still a cold detachment in his eyes.
Today, she finally understood that it wasn't that he couldn't be gentle; it was that he didn't want to be. He didn't love anyone enough, not even her, which is why he had never treated her this way.
She had never seen the Emperor joke with others or show careful tenderness in his eyes. That lofty ruler always maintained the dignity and pride of the royal family.
"Why! Why!"
Noble Ning let out a piercing wail. How was she any less than that poorly dressed woman? That woman hadn’t even been given a title by the Emperor.
What exactly makes her inferior? Why is it that a Jade Bitch can capture the emperor's attention so thoroughly?
She knelt on the ground, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, rolling down and splattering lightly on the earth.
On the other side, Li Ye held Mo Xier tightly in his arms, the yellow dragon robe enveloping her closely. The group of eunuchs behind him kept their heads bowed, none daring to lift their gaze.
Only after returning to his own chamber did he place the woman onto his soft couch, feeling a weight lift from his heart.
At this moment, Mo Xier truly felt like she had shot herself in the foot. She had intended to let the Empress Dowager know that she had been wronged in the palace.
If the emperor found out, he would surely give her a title. Rather than letting the emperor bestow a title upon her, it would be better to have the Empress Dowager establish her identity as an Adopted Daughter first. This was to prevent any unforeseen circumstances that would allow the emperor to take advantage of her situation. However, she never expected to run into the emperor directly!
Looking at the bright yellow Dragon Robe stained with patches of blood, she suddenly remembered that she was injured. "Where are you hurt? Does it hurt? I will call for the imperial physician!" Li Ye's eyes were filled with anxiety, his intense warmth seeming to melt her.
Mo Xier nodded and then shook her head, hesitating before shyly saying, "Please draw the curtains; I can handle it myself." Her voice was elegant, like an ethereal fairy devoid of desire or hope, not feeling any pain at all.
"No way! I won't call for the physician? How can your body withstand this? Those old hags are the most vile and cruel; I worry about you!" His tone was stern, carrying an undeniable authority.
"Have you forgotten what I am?" Mo Xier smiled lightly. The pain from her injuries caused her lips to twitch slightly; she understood that she had only sustained some superficial wounds.
What truly hurt was her fragile heart at that moment. When Noble Ning's foot stepped on her and those delicate hands struck her face, her heart suffered deeply.
She had never endured such humiliation. Even in the Night Family, when Night Star's cousin tried to teach her a lesson, she had swiftly stopped it with her quick reflexes.
Yet here, in this high-walled palace, because of a man who had nothing to do with her, she was treated as a mistress by a stranger and severely punished.
The pain of self-esteem felt unprecedentedly sharp, like a knife scraping through her heart.
Although she did it on purpose, she still couldn't avoid her disgust for this man.
She lowered her long, thick eyelashes dimly, biting her lip tightly, suppressing the sorrow and anger within her, and coldly said, "Get out."
Every reaction of hers was captured in Li Ye's eyes; each movement pierced deeply into his heart. Noticing something, he asked, "Did those people hit you?" He stared at her swollen cheek as he questioned her.
"Get out and let me be alone, okay? Do you want to see my wound get infected?"
Mo Xier said coldly, her tone laced with a chilling murderous intent. In an instant, her hair turned white. It was as white as snow, untouched by dust, long strands tangled chaotically around her thin shoulders.
Li Ye was stunned, pointing at her hair and unconsciously saying, "I will call the imperial physician for you; your hair..."
"I don't trust your physician. I still believe in my own skills over that little bit of embroidered martial arts."
Mo Xier said angrily, her tone carrying a hint of disdain and unwillingness. Seemingly noticing the abnormality in the man before her, she lifted her gaze to look at him and froze.
What did she see? From his clear brown eyes, she saw a woman with pale hair, her gaze filled with fierce murderous intent, staring angrily at herself.
"Ah!" A sharp scream escaped her lips as if something had pierced through her. She buried her head deep into the yellow embroidered quilt adorned with dragons, continuously murmuring, "Get out! Get out! You need to leave!"
"Alright, alright. Don't be anxious; I'll go," Li Ye said.
Seeing her in such a frenzied state made Li Ye feel timid as well. He looked at the woman wrapped tightly in the quilt with concern and worriedly retreated outside.
The moment he stepped out of the threshold, he instructed the Chief Eunuch Zhang Zehai, "Convey my orders to the Imperial Kitchen to prepare some fine wine and dishes, and have the Imperial Medical Institute send over some high-quality wound medicine to me."
Inside the room, the hibiscus brocade curtains were bright yellow, glowing like eggs, with a night pearl hanging high above. The jade-carved railings and beams were exquisite, adorned with intricate designs.
Fine celadon crafts were placed throughout the room, and the carpet on the floor was embroidered with dragons and phoenixes, featuring a giant dragon that looked lifelike, one of the most formidable among the Dragon's Nine Offspring.
Mo Xier had seen this dragon in modern times; its characters were difficult to write, and its pronunciation hard to remember. However, she recognized this one, symbolizing power and the dignity of kings.
It represented the wealth of the Son of Heaven; only an emperor was worthy of it.
Within these grand palace walls lay an imperial chamber where all the women residing in the other courtyards were at the service of such a man. It was a sight of great glory yet profound sorrow.
In this small courtyard, human warmth was cut off, isolating it from the world's harsh realities.
Mo Xier carefully removed all her clothing, revealing numerous small wounds from needle pricks. The old maid had used hairpins, leaving behind outlines of those pins—each about the size of a grain of rice—countless in number.
There were so many that they could not be counted; some were still oozing tiny beads of blood, looking extremely painful and disgusting.
In her mind, a tall and familiar figure emerged—a handsome face with sculpted features, a high nose bridge, and deep contours. In his star-like eyes filled with coldness, there was only her; in his gentle affection, she could always see her own existence.
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