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Mo Xier's body was not quick enough; as soon as she lifted her foot, a flying kick aimed at the person in front of her was caught by the pale yellow dress. A cold sword aura shot towards her, grazing her chest and narrowly missing.
Coldness mingled with blood, and a long, narrow wound appeared on her exposed shoulder.
With a soft cry, her body lightly fell from the carriage.
Everyone was shocked, and Liu Xuxin's face showed panic. However, in the next moment, that look of panic turned into one of gloating. Old Madam watched silently.
As everyone remained stunned in shock, Mo Xier twisted her body, propping herself up with her elbow and leaping up from the ground. The yellow skirt fluttered like a graceful yellow oriole, soaring into the air.
What followed was even more shocking; she actually engaged in barehanded combat with the Royal Imperial Guard.
The Royal Imperial Guard were all highly skilled fighters. As their swords came down, Mo Xier bent down to evade again. A flying kick came at her, and as she jumped up and turned around, a guard behind her seized the opportunity and successfully ambushed her.
That guard was extremely powerful with deep internal strength; he kicked Mo Xier squarely in the chest, sending her swaying backward.
A cold glint flashed as a long sword aimed straight for her throat.
Li Ye was alarmed and shouted in panic, "Don't hurt her! I want her alive!" But with the arrow already on the string, the guard could not stop in time and instinctively charged towards Mo Xier.
Just as the sword was about to press against Mo Xier's neck, a stern voice suddenly shouted, "Stop! Everyone, stop!"
The voice was serious and carried an icy killing intent, like cold stars shining brightly.
With a snap, Li Qingfeng quickly picked up a stone from the ground and instantly threw it out, hitting the hand of the guard holding the sword. The crisp sound of steel striking the ground rang out as the precious sword fell.
Mo Xier broke out in a cold sweat and looked towards the source of the voice. She saw the Empress Dowager leading a group towards them, followed by several young ladies from wealthy families. They all looked astonished at the scene before them, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
However, it was evident from the chaotic scene before him that a fierce battle had taken place here. The battle ended in a stalemate, interrupted by the sudden arrival of the Empress Dowager. She looked at the scene with a gloomy expression, remaining silent.
The Emperor felt slightly relieved and picked up the sword from the ground, stabbing it directly into the thigh of one of the guards, furious as he exclaimed, "I have said before, do not harm anyone! Capture them alive! Why did you not listen to my orders?"
The guard immediately knelt on the ground, seemingly oblivious to the blood gushing from his leg, and spoke heavily, "This subordinate has failed in his duty. Please punish me, Your Majesty."
"Step back!" He steadied his mind and suddenly realized that he had lost his composure. Concern had led to confusion; he had been emotionally unstable due to Mo Xier's injury, which clouded his thoughts.
Upon reflection, these individuals were all his personal guards, skilled fighters. If they had not held back earlier, Mo Xier would not have been able to evade their attacks and exchange blows with them.
Given the abilities of his guards, it would have been more than sufficient to subdue a weak woman within three moves.
As an Emperor, he still had this confidence. Moreover, since that long sword had already been used, retracting it would not be easy; that guard must have sustained internal injuries.
Thinking this way calmed his anger. However, when he looked up, he saw the Empress Dowager's darkened face, her expression as distressed as withered grass.
"Empress Dowager," he began, pausing slightly as he struggled to find the right words. Finally, he asked, "What brings you here?"
The Empress Dowager's tone was unfriendly and very somber as she coldly replied, "Hmph! Why can’t I come? Is there something you wish to hide from me?"
Her words were sharp as her piercing gaze struck deep into the Emperor's heart. Startled, he took two steps back and lowered his head in shame.
"I dare not," he murmured with his head bowed.
"Dare not? I see that you are not afraid; rather, you are quite bold. You must be wishing for this old woman to die soon so you can act recklessly!" The Empress Dowager scolded sternly.
"Empress Dowager, please calm your anger. I have no such intention," he quickly knelt on the ground. The cold marble floor felt damp against his knees as a scene flashed through his mind—Mo Xier stepping barefoot on the ground.
The women in the palace all wore embroidered shoes with heels, and it was likely that after she learned of Night Star's news, she tossed her shoes aside.
She must have run over barefoot. Thinking of this, a pang of pain struck his heart, a mix of sorrow and jealousy, wondering why Night Star had such good fortune.
"Let today's banquet come to an end, Fuyuan. As my adopted daughter, your actions today have been too reckless. I punish you to kneel in Buddha Hall for three days. You may not leave until you have copied the Sutra five hundred times."
The Empress Dowager's voice was calm and devoid of emotion; in that moment, she lost her usual warmth and returned to being the high and mighty old Empress Dowager.
Mo Xier nodded, looking at the Empress Dowager, then glancing one last time at the man on the carriage who was barely alive, uncertain if he was dead or alive.
She fainted, her eyes heavy and unclear about her surroundings.
Everyone at the banquet saw the Empress Dowager's anger and the scene before them, murmuring among themselves, "I see that the Night Family's fate has come to an end," said a young master from a prominent family.
"Really? How could that be? Night Star is protected by the Prime Minister; how could he just fall?" another young lady laughed.
"Exactly! This Night General is talented and outstanding, having achieved great military feats at a young age. The Emperor even bestowed upon him the title of Invincible General. If he were gone, we would lose a great talent in the court!"
As she spoke, another slightly plump woman chimed in, her expression dreamy as she rested her chin on her hands, blushing. "I heard this Night General is still unmarried. If one could marry such a valiant young man, it would indeed be a rare blessing."
"What a pity!" sighed the previous young lady with a smirk. "Did you not see how Princess Fuyuan looked when she saw Night General injured? Her gaze was so urgent! I think this General's Wife position won't be yours after all."
The plump woman felt slapped in the face and shot an angry glance at where Princess Fuyuan had just stood.
Her eyes revealed intense jealousy. "That Princess Fuyuan is truly arrogant; she was just named an adopted daughter and already uses her status to suppress others. It's ridiculous! A girl like her should not carelessly lean on a man; it's utterly disgraceful. Such an unchaste woman should be sent to the Pig Cage."
"Shh!" The other woman covered her mouth. "How dare you say such things? If someone hears you, be careful they don't cut your tongue."
Fat Woman quickly shut her mouth, looking around nervously.
Then the young man at the beginning said, "I think the Night Family's time is up. You might as well not make any plans here and look for another Fair Lady!"
"How do you know?" The two women turned back in unison, their big eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"I just know. Do you young ladies even understand what governance is?" He sighed and said with a hint of smugness in his tone.
He continued, "Let me tell you, a few days ago, Li Qingfeng reported Prime Minister Jiang. Not long after, a series of people related to Prime Minister Jiang mysteriously disappeared or died. What do you think this means?"
"It means... Prime Minister Jiang wants to clear himself of any involvement?" The slightly plump girl said, rolling her eyes. Although she was a woman and didn't understand governance, she had grown up in a prominent family and understood such underhanded tactics.
"That's right. But just a few days later, the Prime Minister's own supporters were also mysteriously arrested because of **. What does this indicate?"
"What does it mean?" asked the frail girl.
"Haha, it indicates that Holy Heart is unpredictable!" The young man from the noble family waved his bone fan, lowered his voice as he finished speaking, and chuckled softly, his smile warm like peach blossoms.
The two girls were startled, cold sweat breaking out on them.
They exchanged glances and saw deep fear reflected in each other's eyes. This emperor appeared to be an innocuous-looking tiger, but one should know that even tigers can show their claws. When this tiger beside them unleashed its fury, it could be more terrifying than a tsunami.
This indicated that the emperor had long seen through Prime Minister Jiang's true nature. Although he couldn't directly move against Prime Minister Jiang's power, he could gradually strip away Prime Minister Jiang's support until he was no longer formidable enough to resist before uprooting this tumor completely.
It was indeed a scheme of extreme cunning!
"How ruthless!" The frail girl couldn't help but exclaim. This time, however, the plump girl quickly covered her mouth. "Your crime is a hundred times worse than mine! If I had said that Princess Fuyuan had offended propriety and deserved to lose her head, what you just said is practically a crime that would annihilate nine clans!"
Weak Girl felt a wave of anxiety wash over her, and she fell silent, glancing back at the place where the fierce battle had just taken place, her heart filled with unease.
For some reason, she always felt that Princess Fuyuan was a person with a story. She could see a chilling aura in Princess Fuyuan's eyes, an aura that could not simply be cultivated in a wealthy household.
Moreover, the princess exuded a strong and terrifying presence, one that was difficult to describe as either majesty or power. It was something she had never encountered before.
That presence was frightening, awe-inspiring, and made one feel cold as if they were falling into hell.
Thinking this way, she took one last look at the prisoner cart being pulled away, hugged her shoulders, and softly said to the person beside her, "Let's go back."
She understood the saying that curiosity killed the cat.
In the Imperial Study, the Emperor sat on the dragon throne while the Empress Dowager sat beside him. Li Qingfeng knelt on the ground, afraid to speak, while the head eunuch Zhang Zehai was pushed outside to guard the door, forbidding anyone from entering.
The atmosphere was serious and strange, thick with oppression and tinged with tension.
Li Qingfeng held his breath, his heart pounding loudly.
The Emperor sat there anxiously, constantly worried about Mo Xier's injuries. He didn't know how she was doing now; he had seen her faint from shock earlier and wondered if there were any serious issues.
His gaze fell on Empress Dowager, who had her eyes closed, continuously turning her prayer beads and muttering to herself without any intention of speaking.
Finally, he could no longer contain himself and spoke to the person kneeling on the ground, "I command you to bring her back! Who allowed you to injure her so severely?!"
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