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This ability only began to manifest after she was locked in this dark room. For some reason, her keen hearing often disturbed her peace, even waking her from sleep at the sound of someone's breathing.
In the past, she never realized that being skilled in martial arts could also be such a headache.
A Wife approached her, and once again she felt the familiar blurriness in her vision. Then came a rough, hoarse female voice, harshly saying to her, "It's time to eat."
She frowned, feeling a strong aversion towards this sycophant. Initially, she planned to endure it and wait for the woman to leave before going out herself. However, an idea suddenly struck her; she wanted to take revenge on this old woman in front of her.
Moreover, during the days she had been confined here, this Wife had bullied her repeatedly. Sometimes, she would even turn the bowl upside down on her head and then lock the door as she left.
How disgusting! As she thought this, she suddenly felt a surge of heat in her Dantian, an energy flowing through her body that made her feel invigorated.
With a slight effort at her wrist, she easily broke free from the nearly severed ropes. Before the old woman could react, she delivered a swift kick that struck the woman's chin.
The old woman was about to scream, but before the sound could escape her lips, Mo Xier was quick to wrap her arm around the woman's neck and forcefully twisted it back!
With a crack, the woman fell unconscious. Mo Xier quickly tidied up and re-bound the old woman before leaving her behind and escaping successfully.
Having just freed herself from long-term restraints, her wrists ached. She stood still for quite some time, rubbing them until the pain eased.
Once blood circulation returned, she felt much lighter overall; however, her hands and feet remained cold as if she had just escaped from an ice cellar.
Feeling icy chills, she rubbed her wrists as she stepped outside. In an instant, her mind went blank; it was as if she were suffocating. Her body fell straight down, spinning and swirling as tiny bright stars filled her vision.
Although blood flow had returned to her limbs, they were still sore and bruised with dark purple marks.
Her body swayed unsteadily; just as she was about to collapse, she managed to catch herself against the wall.
The glaring light made it difficult for her to see what was in front of her. After a long while, she finally discerned the scene before her; it was a room, bright and elegantly decorated.
Gentle sunlight streamed in, casting warm rays on the ground, where tiny dust particles floated lightly, evoking a bittersweet sensation in her heart, an indescribable warmth and tranquility.
It was a strange feeling. Mo Xier's eyes were slightly moist; she had lost track of how long she had been locked in that dark chamber.
Seeing the long-awaited sunlight filled her with a subtle excitement and joy, along with a hint of sorrow.
Still fearful of being discovered, she hid behind the table and rested for a while, feeling that she had regained some strength and her limbs had become more agile before finally standing up and walking out.
To her surprise, she found herself in a strangely arranged room. She glanced back at the place she had emerged from; it turned out to be a well-constructed and extremely concealed cellar.
The cellar did not seem very deep, as she noticed that there was only a gentle slope of five levels from where she had been tied up to where she exited; it was not very steep.
Could it be that people in this era were relatively backward? How could such a shallow secret chamber go unnoticed? Why?
No wonder Mo Xier often heard footsteps and breathing sounds. It turned out to be for this reason. But why couldn’t she hear Night Star’s voice…?
Thinking this way, she calmly groped her way outside. This was an entirely unfamiliar space, even the environment felt unprecedentedly strange.
As she observed the surroundings, noticing that there was not a single breeze stirring the grass, she wondered why there was a faint sound of breathing near her. There must be others here.
Stepping out of this room, she arrived at a spacious area; it was still another room, but this one resembled a hall. Inside stood a wooden table with a teapot and teacups on it, clearly a place for receiving guests for tea.
The decor style remained identical to that of the previous room, exuding a subtle simplicity that still felt dignified and grand without appearing impoverished.
Suddenly, she heard the loud voice of a middle-aged woman who seemed to be waiting quietly in one corner, as if she had heard someone approaching.
She turned her back to Mo Xier and impatiently said, "Aunt Zhao, why are you taking so long to come out? I've been waiting here for half a day."
Mo Xier froze, standing in place without daring to make a sound. A cold sweat broke out on her back, and she suddenly felt conflicted, her feet stuck. What should she do in this situation?
Recalling a certain attack scene from a TV show, it usually developed like this, right? But now that she was actually facing it...
When it came to the real encounter, she found herself at a loss, feeling a sense of hesitation. She stood there dazed, her feet feeling as heavy as lead, unable to take a step forward.
The middle-aged woman suddenly sensed something was off and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
After saying that, she suspiciously began to turn around. Mo Xier immediately snapped to attention, disregarding everything else. She stepped forward and struck the woman's neck with a palm strike, knocking her unconscious.
In an instant, the woman swayed and fell to the ground, her eyes wide open in surprise.
After delivering the blow, Mo Xier finally took in her surroundings. This was the shrine she had barged into that night. The shrine still housed many tablets of the Ye Family; they must belong to the ancestors of the Night Family.
She walked over and carefully examined everything in front of her. To her surprise, the tablet for Jiaqing was missing; she wondered when it had been taken down. By the time of Night Star's generation, there was nothing displayed at all.
This clearly indicated that Old Madam had become wary.
Mo Xier quietly observed the shrine and rummaged around but found nothing particularly important. The only thing she discovered was a piece of white silk cloth stained with blood, large patches of it visible on the fabric.
The blood had dried and begun to darken, indicating that this cloth had been there for quite some time. On it were written several words in fresh blood: "Live together in life, die together in silk."
The word "silk" was tainted by bloodstains; upon closer inspection, it seemed someone had deliberately smeared it with ink. What could be the reason?
The smudged black lines were chaotic and disordered, suggesting that whoever did this was filled with anger at the time. Mo Xier pondered deeply but couldn't figure out its significance and simply put it back down.
She heard footsteps around her and, worried about being seen by the old woman's people, opened the window and leaped onto the roof.
This was a technical skill. She had seen it in TV dramas before and thought it looked glamorous; now she wanted to try it herself.
It required all her internal strength and power to burst forth together, allowing her body to leap high. This was also due to years of practice; otherwise, if she were in modern times, Mo Xier would have already been a master at running across rooftops.
Walking on the sharp rooftop was truly not a pleasant experience. She had lost track of how she made it back, her hands and feet numb under the scorching sun, trying to navigate the smooth tiles while avoiding detection.
Stumbling and tripping, she finally escaped back to Night Star's courtyard.
Familiar places always brought an inexplicable warmth. To her surprise, she caught a rich fragrance in Night Star's room—the scent of Seasonal Begonia flowers.
These were once her favorite flowers: beautiful yet unpretentious, charming yet not gaudy. The plump buds gently opened, revealing faint red stamens inside, as adorable and enticing as a chubby newborn baby.
Those were her mother's favorite flowers, and she loved them dearly too. She had seen them less frequently here; why did these flowers exist?
As she pondered this, her mind grew heavy. Her foot slipped, and she fell from the icy tiles below, plummeting down. She struggled to rise.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't muster any strength; her body felt like an out-of-control glider, leaving her powerless.
She closed her eyes but fell into an unfamiliar embrace—one that was solid and gentle, carrying an inexplicable coolness. It was a hold she had never experienced before.
She slightly opened her eyes, just enough to see a narrow slit. Before she could make out the person's outline in front of her, she fainted again, unaware of what time it was.
Jiang Wei planned to go out to find Night Star. As soon as he stepped out of his guest room, he saw something falling from the sky. Due to his years of martial arts training, he immediately recognized that it was a woman descending from above. Without hesitation, he rushed forward and caught the girl in his arms.
The girl tightly shut her eyes, her expression extremely pained as if she had suffered some tremendous impact. Her delicate brows furrowed, her face pale; with an oval face and disheveled black hair, dressed entirely in a black Night Cloak, she looked like a female assassin.
A chill aura that ordinary people cannot imitate lingered between her brows, a wild yet restrained quality.
This quality was extremely captivating, drawing one in deeply at first glance.
"This..." Jiang Wei murmured softly, momentarily astonished and unsure of what to say. She looked like a fairy from a painting!
Wasn't she the woman from the notice on the city wall? The one he mistakenly thought was his sister, the one he had been trying to find a way to approach.
She had fallen straight from the sky into his arms. Like a celestial maiden descending to earth, so fresh and ethereal, accidentally lost in the mortal realm.
This not only reminded him of the depiction of a fairy in the Lady of the Luo God. After a moment of daze, Jiang Wei realized something and immediately shouted, "Afu!"
His voice was loud, tinged with urgency. A person quickly rushed out from the inner room, "Young Master, what is it?"
"Hurry, you all go find a doctor. I will notify Night Star." It was then that Afu noticed that his young master was holding a woman in his arms.
The woman looked delicate, unconscious in his embrace, as if she had appeared out of thin air. They couldn't help but widen their mouths in surprise, "Who is this..."
Jiang Wei said coldly, "She is the woman from the notice. I don't know why she suddenly fell from the sky. Quickly go find Night General; for now, do not make any noise about this."
He patiently instructed them and turned to walk out of the courtyard. It was already nearing dusk, and the sky displayed a scene reminiscent of burning clouds.
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