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Old Madam suddenly spoke up, "Your Majesty, you must not! That is a Demoness, the calamity mentioned in the legends of the Heavenly Universe Kingdom that occurs every three hundred years!"
The Emperor was taken aback and turned around, asking in surprise, "What are you saying? Have you seen her white hair?"
Suddenly, he recalled the legend of the Heavenly Universe Kingdom, which stated that every three hundred years, a woman with white hair would descend, heralding disaster for the kingdom.
He did not know if such an event had ever occurred before; he had never witnessed it himself but had only heard the story from his wet nurse when he was young.
At that time, he was just a child, and his wet nurse told him this tale to comfort him. He had never taken it seriously, but thinking of Mo Xier now made him feel a bit anxious.
He felt a sense of wariness and dread towards Mo Xier. How could such a good girl suddenly have white hair? There must be something more to this.
Moreover, there must be quite a bit to uncover. Should he send someone to investigate? But where should he start?
"This woman cannot be kept alive," Old Madam said, her voice laced with malice—a kind of venom only women possess.
"Why?" The Emperor furrowed his brows, patiently waiting for Old Madam to continue.
Old Madam organized her thoughts and said calmly, "Since Your Majesty has asked about the white hair, you must have seen this woman’s hair change color. When she was found at Night Star, she had white hair; I did not know at that time."
Jiang Huai stood quietly beside them, contemplating whether he could incorporate Mo Xier into his plans to suppress either the Emperor or Night Star—perhaps even achieve both goals at once!
"When I discovered it later, this woman had already turned her hair black. However, on one occasion, for some unknown reason, her hair changed back to white in front of everyone. I watched this Demoness transform with my own eyes. I do not know if Your Majesty has seen it, but I have heard that she is indeed a calamity from the Heavenly Universe Kingdom."
After speaking, Old Madam observed the Emperor's expression.
The Emperor looked wary; his gaze was still uncertain as if he were pondering something. His face bore a hint of skepticism.
Although the Emperor had not grown up beside Old Madam, being his own flesh and blood, she could tell what was on his mind by looking at his expression.
Thus, she felt a sense of pride.
"Let's discuss this matter later," the Emperor said, rubbing his temples in distress. He continued, "Old Madam, I never imagined things would turn out this way. I hope you won't reveal any of this to anyone."
After saying this, the Emperor cast a warning glance at Jiang Huai, the meaning in his eyes was clear, and then he waved his hand.
"It's getting late; everyone should return. Let me have some time alone to think."
He trembled as he sat in the chair, resting his forehead on his hand and massaging his temples. He still found it hard to believe that his biological mother, who had raised him for so many years, was not actually his real mother.
And that his real mother was actually the mother of his good friend—it was truly too difficult to accept.
Did they not consider how I would feel while doing all this? It was really reckless and selfish.
Since they didn't think of me back then, why tell me the truth now? Ha!
Everyone leave, just leave...
I am a lonely person; let me have some time alone to think.
Silence...
In a neglected area of the palace, there was a place called Lotus Hall that had not been tended to for a long time. In that shrine, vibrant lotus flowers were still blooming, their petals a light pink, adorned with dewdrops, transparent and flawless.
The round green Reed Leaf reminded Mo Xier of the poem Pondside Journey.
"The reeds grow in my pond; how scattered are their leaves. To act with benevolence and righteousness is not as good as knowing oneself."
That was a poignant poem she had come across while reading ancient poetry, written by Zhen Fu for his beloved during the Three Kingdoms period, but it ultimately ended in tragedy. Thinking of this made her involuntarily sigh.
"Can you recite poetry?" Night Star looked at her with a stern expression, a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Is that not allowed?" Mo Xier replied lightly, fixing her disheveled black hair that had been messed up when he carried her. In an instant, she was taken aback when she looked down and saw that her long hair had turned as white as snow.
The pure white color was even colder and more desolate than the moonlight of the new moon in the sky, and she couldn't help but be startled. Although it had been a long time, she had already gotten used to her hair changing from black to white.
However, this sudden change caught her completely off guard; this white hair was not just a color to her but a disaster.
If someone discovered her secret in public, both she and Night Star would be doomed.
She gently stroked her hair, recalling the past and the sadness of Zhen Fu, and suddenly felt a wave of sorrow.
Looking at the abandoned estate overgrown with weeds and the resilient lotus flowers thriving there, she couldn't help but say, "Words can melt gold; they cause separation. When I think of your departure, I am left alone in constant sorrow and pain."
"What?" Night Star was stunned. Seeing the sorrowful expression on this woman’s face filled him with deep guilt; he regretted being too rough earlier and not considering her feelings.
But he was genuinely angry and deeply cared for this little woman before him. Today, she had shone brightly in front of others, which already displeased him. Seeing her laughing and chatting with the son of the Minister of Personnel that evening made him feel even worse.
Especially the way the Minister of Personnel looked at her—it was something he had seen in the emperor's gaze before. As a man, how could he not understand what that meant?
It was a desire, a strong urge to possess and conquer her.
That gaze frightened him; it filled him with deep panic and a sense of crisis, but it was different from the battlefield.
On the battlefield, every opponent was his enemy; all he needed to do was fight with all his might to slay them. Here, however, it was about schemes and understanding people's hearts.
In terms of power, he could manipulate everyone without fear of anyone. But he couldn't grasp others' hearts; he couldn't control the woman he loved, and he feared that his beloved woman might fall for someone else.
After a moment of silence, he finally spoke softly: "You are my woman; I do not wish for you to laugh with other men."
"Ha ha, since that's the case, why didn't you wait for me at the beginning? Why did you deliberately walk over to those girls? Were you trying to provoke me? Do you think I'm Mo Xier too clingy?"
She replied slowly, her voice cold with a hint of resentment.
He was taken aback and chuckled softly, recalling that at the start of the banquet, he hadn't waited for her but had walked straight towards that group of wealthy young ladies.
Why? At that moment, he hadn't thought much; he just hoped that the woman he loved would care about him a little, satisfying his small sense of pride as a man.
However, this woman turned out to be even more assertive and stubborn than he was.
She was truly adorable. He reached out and gently wrapped his hand around her delicate waist, feeling the softness and warmth in his palm, which moved him for a moment. He leaned down slightly, planting delicate kisses like a dragonfly touching water.
He pecked at the corners of her lips like a chick pecking at rice, savoring the softness in her mouth, gradually conquering her.
Mo Xier was initially taken aback but quickly reacted and struggled fiercely. Still angry, she didn't want to be easily subdued by this domineering man; she refused to compromise!
Thinking this, she lifted her head and kicked at his lower body. To her surprise, he caught her leg with his hand, his voice laced with amusement. "Little woman, do you want your man to be unable to have children?"
His tone carried no anger; instead, it had a playful undertone.
Mo Xier extended her hand and struck at his waist. For some reason, what she intended as a simple push turned out to be unexpectedly swift and agile.
When her palm landed, Night Star showed no reaction, but she could feel that he was struggling to cope with it and that her strength was unusually great.
Why? How could this happen? She panicked and looked uncertainly at the strikingly handsome man before her.
He seemed to be affected by a significant force, unable to resist it but still managing to hold on. Deep down, he sensed that Mo Xier's cultivation level might even surpass his own. Why?
Even so, he didn't get angry. His dark voice carried an alluring quality in the night as he gently held her in his arms. He leaned in again, nibbling at the corners of her lips, his teeth grazing against her mouth. This time Mo Xier dared not move; she was deeply frightened and stunned.
She was filled with an overwhelming fear from what had just happened. Standing there stiffly, time seemed to stretch on for an eternity.
Finally, he lifted his head, his gaze dim as he looked at her. His voice softly whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry."
Then, he gently ruffled her hair and said, "Girl, where do you get such strength to want to harm the man who loves you?"
Mo Xier was taken aback, only then realizing that he had just apologized to her. This strong man had actually lowered himself before her.
She found it hard to believe. "What did you say?"
"I'm sorry." Night Star gently stroked her hair, his eyes warm and deep as they gazed at her. The moonlight slowly fell upon his face, illuminating his jade-like features, making it hard for her to distinguish between reality and a dream.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but as she moved her lips, no words came out. The faint sound was so soft that even she could barely hear it.
"Girl, you are the woman I love. The emperor likes you, and that man from earlier likes you too. I am truly afraid—afraid that one day you will grow tired of me and be drawn to someone else.
You are my woman, now and forever. I don't want anyone else to see your body or witness your beauty." He paused, his eyes filled with longing.
Mo Xier heard a long sigh escape him, followed by a more resolute tone. "Everything about you can only be seen by me. If I could, I would hide you away in my arms and protect you carefully every day.
But I know you are a playful girl; I want to give you freedom. If one day you run off with someone else, I will still come back for you, no matter how far or difficult it may be."
His voice was filled with emotion, as if he were expressing a heartfelt sentiment that touched the softest parts of her heart. She felt a stirring within her—whether it was happiness or excitement she couldn't tell—as she reached out and gently touched his cheek.
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