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This is a spacious, enclosed Cell. She turned over and jumped to the small window where the light was streaming in, only to find that she could see nothing. Outside was a vast expanse of white, surrounded by many iron bars tightly fixed to the window, seemingly cast into the wall.
Mo Xier thought this and returned to the ground, feeling secretly sorrowful.
The summer heat was intense, with waves of hot air rolling in, mixed with the smell of charcoal. Night Star lay on the bed while Qinglong carefully applied ointment to his back. These medicines were given to him by Xinrong, along with some oral pills. Xinrong said these were all concocted by the young lady herself.
They were extremely effective for promoting blood circulation and healing wounds, and she claimed that her ability to heal internal injuries was unmatched in the world. She said she had never seen anyone as skilled as the young lady.
A woman could surpass even those seasoned Imperial Physicians in the palace. Qinglong took some of the medicine for external application and oral use for Night Star.
Looking at the man lying on the bed, his expression was cold and proud, his eyes filled with helplessness and confusion, as if he were lost in thought.
Qinglong felt a slight surprise in his heart; he pondered deeply but could not understand why he had clearly been able to evade Old General's violent actions earlier, yet chose not to dodge.
He admitted that Old General's strikes were exceptionally powerful; if they were to be compared, they might be on par with a general's.
Although he had never seen Old General commanding on the battlefield, from the moment Old General kicked his master to the ground, he could tell from that swift speed and ruthless strike that this older man must possess extraordinary abilities!
Perhaps it was honed through years of battlefield experience. As he thought this, he couldn't help but ask, "General, what exactly is going on?"
Night Star lay on the bed, gazing into the distance as if lost in contemplation for a long time. "That is my father. I don't understand why they treat me this way."
His tone carried sadness and gloom. He couldn't comprehend why, despite being biological sons, they treated the emperor so cautiously while being so rough and simple with him—even going so far as to kidnap his beloved woman.
He believed they would not harm Mo Xier because she still held value; they would not act lightly unless absolutely necessary.
However, after all these years of suffering he had endured, did they really have no feelings at all?
Thinking of the look in their eyes when they saw the Emperor, and recalling their disdainful expressions towards him, his heart tightened violently.
Suddenly, he remembered a time when he had invited the Emperor to play at his home. Back then, the Emperor was still young, and they were simply innocent playmates.
Old Madam would always warmly welcome the Emperor, even personally preparing many delicious pastries for him. At that time, he felt so jealous and resentful that tears nearly flowed from his eyes.
His heart ached with bitterness until later, to comfort himself, he thought that the Night Family feared the Emperor because of his power, and that Li Ye had successfully been named Crown Prince, ultimately ascending to the throne.
He even believed that the Night Family's actions were wise and shrewd, successfully winning the favor of the New Emperor. However, now he realized how wrong he was—ridiculously wrong.
Everything was so ironic; at that time, without Old General to make decisions, it was just him and Old Madam who were helpless. Why would the Emperor want to harm the Night Family?
If he favored the Night Family, what reason would he have to promote them? Everything was so clear, yet he had been kept in the dark like a fool, mocked by servants and discussed by outsiders.
"What?" Qinglong did not understand what his master was saying and couldn't help but ask again.
His expression was cautious; although still cold, deep within his eyes lay profound unease.
This feeling had not been present for a long time. In the past, his master was indifferent and ruthless, always speaking cautiously and succinctly. But ever since that woman appeared, everything changed.
His master began to occasionally smile slightly and no longer dealt with matters through simple and decisive killings. He would sometimes fall into contemplation about all their wrongdoings, showing a willingness to tolerate them to a certain extent rather than resorting to total annihilation as before.
He observed all these changes closely; however, this time was different from before. This time, it was Miss who had gone missing—the source of motivation for the General and the woman he cherished.
If anything happened to Miss, none of them would likely survive until tomorrow!
"That is my biological father; the Emperor is my biological brother. The Li Family's world is about to become that of the Night Family. Don't you think that's funny?"
Night Star let out a cold sneer, his eyes revealing sarcasm, and his icy expression returned to its usual cold-bloodedness.
However, some changes are imperceptible. At this moment, he, who would normally flinch at the slightest pain, was actually contemplating the matter at hand.
"Is that person really Old General?" Qinglong asked cautiously, carefully observing the general's expression. He had already mentally prepared himself for punishment if he said something wrong.
He had followed the general for many years. Although the general was cold and ruthless, he treated him fairly well on ordinary days. He did not want the general to be deceived or led astray by others.
"Yes." Night Star replied lightly, surprisingly not angry.
At this moment, he was already firmly convinced of Old General's identity because he had witnessed the scene of blood recognition with the emperor. The two drops of blood in that cup of tea had truly merged together; if they weren't related by blood, how could that happen?
"But I feel there is something odd," Qinglong couldn't help but voice his doubts.
"What oddity?" Night Star asked curiously.
"I once heard that the general died on the battlefield from a rain of arrows piercing his heart. Even during the post-war handling of bodies, no living corpse was found. The general is a hero; shouldn't his body have been transported back for a proper burial? If..."
He stopped speaking abruptly, looking hesitantly at his master.
"Are you saying that if this person is indeed the general, then who is the one buried with honors?"
Night Star caught the implication in his words and asked sharply.
"Yes." Qinglong nodded noncommittally, looking seriously at his general. He was already loyal to his master and had an exceptionally handsome appearance, giving off an air of righteousness.
"It shouldn't be possible!" Night Star thought for a moment and dismissed this idea. It was impossible; that person clearly had the same face as his father. Even with age, one's features wouldn't change much.
There will never be two people in the world who look exactly alike. If one were to impersonate their own biological son, how could it be so easy for others to believe it? Moreover, even if one cannot recognize their father, how could Old Madam not recognize him?
"General, you must remember that so many people witnessed Old General's body back then! Is it possible for one person to make a mistake while so many others also make the same mistake?"
Qinglong pressed on, his tone tinged with urgency. He struggled to express his doubts clearly to Night Star, and he even found himself somewhat believing in his own perspective.
He felt that there was no miraculous medical skill capable of bringing the dead back to life.
Furthermore, the deceased must be Old General. If the Night Family had been scheming for years, they would only think of saving someone at such a critical moment; no one would consider staging such a grand performance unless someone was deliberately orchestrating it.
Additionally, the general had just mentioned that the emperor was his biological brother. What did it mean that the world would change to belong to the Night Family?
After hearing Qinglong's words, Night Star also felt a surge of doubt. He suddenly recalled that grand funeral from years ago when he was still young. Although he didn't fully understand at the time, he distinctly remembered seeing his father pass away, so gentle yet sorrowful.
But this person before him was clearly his father. Could there be some hidden truth behind this? He pondered deeply and suddenly thought of a question: which side was Old Madam really on?
If Old Madam insisted on changing the world to belong to the Night Family, then there must be another reason behind it. Unless they were all in cahoots, Old General might be a fake...
However, recalling that familiar face and the events that had unfolded right before his eyes, he found it hard to believe his suspicions. This world felt like an incredible dream!
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