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After a heavy snowfall, bright sunshine followed, warming the ground and turning the lingering snow into puddles that vanished into the earthy soil.
Mo Xier lazily leaned back in a lounge chair, basking in the dazzling sunlight. Even though Boiling City was harsh, the previous owner of this estate had crafted it to resemble a grand palace, radiating splendor.
The long corridor was made of fine redwood, and the ivy climbing along it had lost its vibrant green, with leaves now yellowed and lifeless.
In the distance, the center of the lake was covered by a thick layer of ice formed from the snow. Under the scorching sun over the past few days, large cracks had begun to appear on the surface, revealing the water beneath.
The trees planted on either side of the courtyard had shed their leaves, and beside a chair stood a tall pine tree, standing upright in the courtyard and blocking out a patch of sunlight.
The woman in the lounge chair enjoyed the warm sunlight with a content expression and a faint smile on her lips. She wore a purple long dress adorned with Crabapple Blossoms at her chest, and a pink embroidered ribbon tightly wrapped around her waist, showcasing her delicate figure beautifully.
This dress was specially made by Night Star, who had invited the best embroiderer because she once mentioned wanting to wear matching colors with him. He said he mostly wore purple and black clothes, so he specifically commissioned this purple dress. In his words, women do not look beautiful in black.
Night Star personally helped her put on this long dress, and at that moment, both he and she were captivated by its beauty.
She had whimsically thought of how many couples in modern times wore matching outfits. Having never dated anyone in modern times, she wanted to try it in ancient times but never expected it would turn out so well.
Suddenly, her face was shaded as her brows lightly furrowed. She opened her eyes from their closed state, and her smile grew stronger: "Is there nothing going on today?"
The man pulled Mo Xier into his embrace and lay back in the lounge chair. Caught off guard, she fell against his chest. The deep voice of Night Star resonated beside her ear: "I’m done with my tasks."
Huh? That was quick today?
She knew that while Boiling City appeared to be well-managed by Night Star, it actually concealed many dangers within. He had countless matters to attend to every day.
His long fingers rested on her waist as he spoke gently: "I heard Zhuque say you were looking for Millennium Ganoderma? What do you need it for?"
The Millennium Ganoderma is extremely hard to find, usually growing in steep mountainous forests and in extremely cold conditions. To obtain it, one must possess exceptional martial skills; otherwise, one would likely perish in the treacherous terrain before even acquiring this spiritual mushroom.
The woman paused for a moment and then said with dissatisfaction, "Hey, you asked her to protect me, yet she reports my activities to you? That's not fair!"
The man chuckled lightly and reassured her, "It's not that she reported to me; she knows I happen to have a Millennium Ganoderma, so she was just asking if I wanted to give it to you!"
The Millennium Ganoderma is rare, yet he just happens to have one, which he obtained by chance and has been reluctant to use.
"You have one?" Mo Xier looked at him in surprise, then her brows relaxed and a smile spread across her face. "Then my dear Night General, are you going to give it to me or not?"
Dear?
Night Star was slightly taken aback; this term was so fresh and new to him. He had never heard anyone call him that before, but it warmed his heart and felt quite pleasant.
"What do you think?" A wicked smile appeared on his lips. "You are the future General's Wife; would I dare not give it to you?"
"You're quite perceptive, I..."
Before the woman could finish her sentence, the figure of Qinglong approached. Upon seeing the woman standing nearby, his cold expression immediately softened. He then cupped his hands in greeting towards the man lounging in the chair and said, "Master."
His gaze remained steady, seemingly unfazed by the affectionate display between the two.
"What is it?" Perhaps due to the woman's presence, his voice was no longer as cold as before but softened somewhat.
"The Liu Girl has arrived," Qinglong paused slightly before continuing, "She said Old Madam sent her."
Both individuals lounging in the chair were taken aback and exchanged glances, remaining silent for a long time. Could this be considered an unexpected guest?
The woman leaning against the man slowly rose from his warm embrace, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Your General's Wife has arrived. Aren't you going to greet her?"
With a hint of amusement on her lips, if one looked closely, the smile didn't reach her eyes.
Shaking his head helplessly, Night Star looked at her with indulgence; this girl was jealous!
He shrugged. "I have no idea why she is here!"
He couldn't help but curse inwardly; Liu Xuxin was like a haunting ghost, always lingering wherever he went.
Suppressing his thoughts, Mo Xier said in a deep voice, "Since she's here, we should go take a look."
She was curious about what Liu Xuxin was up to. Previously, when the stars had clearly rejected her, it had already indicated that she had no hope for the position of General's Wife. Yet here she was, chasing all the way from the capital to Boiling City. It seemed that things were not so simple.
This led her to think about who had poisoned Night Star.
When they first arrived in Boiling City, Mo Xier sensed something unusual about Night Star. He would often cough uncontrollably at night, and sometimes his pupils would appear bloodshot as if he were under some kind of spell, often experiencing hallucinations and becoming irritable.
Although Night Star had a cold temperament, he usually controlled his anger well. He wouldn't lose control unless something touched his bottom line. However, recently he had been inexplicably losing control and becoming extremely irritable.
Mo Xier felt puzzled. Taking advantage of Night Star's distraction, she secretly checked his pulse and discovered he was heavily poisoned. After learning about his background, Night Star had become somewhat despondent. Not wanting this matter to affect his mood, she secretly concocted an antidote.
However, this poison was particularly insidious; if Mo Xier hadn't happened to come across such a poison in medical texts during her leisure time, she would have been at a loss.
Now that Liu Xuxin had suddenly arrived in Boiling City, things were likely more complicated than they seemed.
As her thoughts swirled, she and Night Star arrived at the hall. Upon entering, they saw a beautiful woman sitting in a corner sipping tea. Her fair fingers gently pinched the tea lid as she occasionally inhaled the fragrant aroma wafting through the air.
With fair skin and Willow Brows that curved gracefully, her lively eyes seemed to reflect the trials she had endured, exuding a sharp intelligence. Her lips were tightly closed, but upon seeing the figure at the entrance, she excitedly stood up from her chair.
Instantly, the blue long dress swayed gently with her movement, accentuating her already tall figure and adding to her elegance.
"Cousin, you’re here?" The woman spoke softly upon seeing the person entering from the entrance. Her voice was delicate, like flowing water. However, when her gaze shifted to Mo Xier beside the man, it instantly turned cold. "What are you doing here?"
Hadn't she disappeared? How could she possibly appear in Boiling City, looking even closer to her cousin? What was going on?
Mo Xier raised an eyebrow slightly, a smile on her face as she seemed unconcerned by the question. "I wonder, Miss Liu, why can’t I be here with my husband? Your question is quite strange."
"How shameless! Cousin hasn’t taken you into the General’s residence; you are not the General's Wife. To speak so boldly is truly disgraceful." She glared angrily at Mo Xier, feeling dissatisfied with her words.
"Heh." Mo Xier couldn't help but laugh at her words. This person was so self-righteous. Night Star's attitude towards her was so obvious; he hadn’t given her a pleasant look since entering. Yet she still acted like the General's Wife, which was truly disgusting.
Taking the thick hand of the man beside her, she slowly walked to the main seat and sat down. Immediately, someone brought over two cups of tea, but this tea was not what Liu Xuxin had; it was fine tribute tea.
This was something Night Star had requested from the emperor during his many military successes. He had no other hobbies in life but had a particular fondness for tea, especially high-quality tea that he cherished dearly.
Mo Xier sat upright in the main seat with an air of nobility, resembling a true hostess while the man beside her merely smiled and let her be.
With one arm draped over the sides of the chair and his body leaning casually to one side, he appeared indifferent. "Miss Liu, since you are a guest, don’t be so overbearing. Be careful; if I become unhappy, it wouldn’t be good for you if I threw you out."
She reveled in tearing apart Liu Xuxin's gentle and fragile facade to reveal greediness, ugliness, malice, and cruelty—something she always delighted in.
Liu Xuxin was taken aback as if she couldn’t believe Mo Xier would say such a thing. For a moment, she didn’t know how to respond. The young woman standing beside her with a delicate appearance showed a hint of hostility on her face: "What right do you have to speak to our lady like that? You’re just a Demoness who knows how to deceive people."
Slowly raising her gaze, the slickness in her eyes resembled a venomous snake lurking in a damp cave; one careless move could lead to fatal consequences. "Since when did a dog start barking in someone else's territory?"
The gaze slowly shifted to the woman who was staring coldly at her, a smirk curling on her lips. "Miss Liu, if you can't train your dog properly, you shouldn't bring it out casually. It would be bad if someone got hurt."
"You..." The woman pointed angrily at her, her eyes blazing like a raging fire, as if she wanted to burn her to ashes.
Before she could finish her angry retort, the man sitting beside her, who had remained silent until now, suddenly raised his sleeve. A strong gust of wind rushed toward her with such force that it caused blood to seep from the corner of her mouth.
The man's voice was icy and devoid of warmth. "Disrespecting the master deserves punishment."
Mo Xier, who had been indifferent all along, abruptly turned her head to look at the man who had returned to drinking tea as if nothing had happened. Her lips twitched violently, and there was a strange emotion in her eyes, as if to say: Night Star, hitting a woman is so uncouth.
Meeting her gaze, the man raised an eyebrow lightly. His eyes glimmered with a hint of amusement as he seemed to reply: Anyone who disrespects you, regardless of gender, deserves punishment!
While Night Star and Mo Xier exchanged glances filled with unspoken tension, the woman sitting at the lower end glared furiously. Her eyes shone with a profound light, and an aura of chilling coldness surrounded her, making it clear that she was not to be trifled with.
Her hands were tightly clenched into fists. In her almond-shaped eyes filled with springtime allure lay a mix of complex emotions. The fiery rage rising within her seemed capable of burning the world down.
She bit down hard on her lower lip until the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, then suddenly reined in her anger. Her cold pupils glistened with tears, appearing pitiful.
With misty eyes, she turned toward the cold man. "Cousin, I came to visit you at Aunt's request; must I endure such humiliation?"
"Since you've come as a guest, you should know that guests must follow the rules set by their host," he said, his narrow eyes fixed intently on her.
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