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Jiang Wei looked at the person pleading in front of Ajin, and he lost his previous calmness. The honest and loyal face was filled with deep concern, and his cold expression carried a hint of earnestness.
He immediately took on a look of disappointment: "Afu, you are being foolish."
Shaking his head, Afu's expression was resolute, his dark skin shining with a different glow in the night: "Young Master, I am not foolish. I have never asked you for anything before. Today, I beg you to promise me, do not kill Ajin."
However, unexpectedly, the woman behind him pushed him aside without appreciating his plea: "Afu, step aside. I do not need your intercession." After saying this, she looked at the grim-faced Jiang Wei, her tone icy and desperate: "Just kill me. Living like this is worse than death."
"Fine, since you say so, I will grant your wish." The cold sword was suddenly forced from Night Star's hand and fell onto the icy ground. Without a weapon in hand, Folding Fan was opened, and a beam of cold light shot out from it.
Ajin closed her eyes in despair, silently saying: "Jiang Wei, farewell."
After waiting for a long time without receiving any sign of agreement, she slowly opened her eyes to see Mo Xier staring at her with a complicated expression. The silver needle that shot out from Jiang Wei's Folding Fan landed steadily in her hand.
Having heard so much, if Mo Xier still could not understand the implications of what these people were saying, then she would have lived in vain. Originally filled with hatred towards Ajin, upon seeing the love and unwillingness reflected in her eyes towards Jiang Wei, that damned softness in her heart suddenly surged.
It turned out that she was not Jiang Wei's biological sister but a substitute. No wonder that day she had shown such a fierce gaze towards her; it was because she feared losing everything that belonged to her, especially that man.
Shaking her head involuntarily, Jiang Wei was not a foolish person; he simply objectively attributed Ajin as someone who stole everything from his sister. His first impression led him to harbor endless hatred towards her. If he looked closely, he would see that Ajin was not truly malicious; everything she did was for love.
Regaining her composure and looking coldly at Jiang Wei, she said: "You are discussing me so openly in front of me; shouldn't you give me an explanation?"
Jiang Wei paused for a moment; his cold eyes suddenly softened as he glanced at Night Star before slowly saying: "You are my sister?"
Previously uncertain, at that moment he became completely sure; she was the Cloud Pearl he had been searching for—the true princess of Penglai Nation.
The elder behind Jiang Wei furrowed his brows and questioned: "Young Master? Are you certain…"
Suddenly turning his head to interrupt the elder's words with an undeniable authority that belonged to a ruler: "Old Madam, I am certain. That butterfly birthmark—I recognized it at first glance just now. No doubt about it; she is Cloud Pearl. No one else in this world has that birthmark."
"This..."
"Mo Xier..." The elder was about to speak when an urgent voice came from beside them. Night Star was holding the fainted Mo Xier and angrily shouted at the guards nearby: "What are you standing there for? Quickly call a doctor..."
Just now, I wanted to let Mo Xi'er tend to her wounds first, but she insisted on finishing this matter. The blood was flowing profusely from her chest, making him feel alarmed, yet he couldn't persuade her otherwise.
With this thought in mind, Night Star lost interest in everything else and hurriedly carried Mo Xi'er away. However, as they were leaving, he cast a thoughtful glance at Jiang Wei: "Jiang Wei, we haven't clarified today's events yet. Please stay in the residence until Mo Xi'er wakes up."
The Cloud Pearl he mentioned is his sister, and the White-Clad Woman that appeared in his nightmares is also called Cloud Pearl. There must be something suspicious about this; he needed to find out the truth.
In a daze, many thoughts flooded his mind. The woman on the bed was drenched, as if she were having a nightmare. Willow Brows had formed three straight lines on her forehead, her eyes tightly shut, her face pale, and her thin lips cracked.
Suddenly, the woman on the bed sat up abruptly, her face filled with terror as she recalled what she had dreamed before, causing her to shiver involuntarily.
It felt as if thousands of ants were gnawing at her brain; her head throbbed painfully, and she felt weak and powerless, devoid of any energy.
"Mo Xi'er, how are you?" Before she could react, a gentle voice sounded beside her. A calloused hand gently touched her forehead, and the tense expression on her face suddenly relaxed.
Mo Xi'er looked soft and leaned slowly against Night Star's shoulder, murmuring, "Starry Sky, thank you for believing in me!"
At that moment, she had rushed out of the room in disarray, with so many people outside; she truly had no way to explain herself. Fortunately, he only looked at her with anger and did not take further action.
Later, when she questioned Ajin, he silently draped a cloak over her shoulders, warming her cold heart slightly. The anger that had risen and fallen in his chest gradually calmed down.
"I was angry too at that time, but when I saw you so furious that you almost wanted to kill Ajin, I tried hard to calm myself down. Fortunately, I wasn't blinded by rage." His long hand slowly rested on the woman's back and began to stroke it gently to comfort her.
Looking up at the dark night outside the window, Mo Xi'er asked curiously, "What time is it now?"
"You have been unconscious for three days. The doctor said you were affected by an Aphrodisiac and were injured. Additionally, forcibly using your internal energy caused your qi and blood to reverse and led to your Unconscious state." A hint of worry crossed Night Star's eyes. "When will you change this temperament of yours? Those who know you say you are kind-hearted; those who don't say you are foolish by nature."
Mo Xi'er pouted discontentedly and replied with a frown: "How was I supposed to know that Ajin approached me with ill intentions?"
"Have you forgotten Ru Er's lesson?" Night Star suddenly felt a sense of helplessness; hadn't she learned enough from Ru Er's teachings?
She had started to trust others easily again. Even when interacting with Jiang Wei's group of people whom she didn't know well at all, she should have been cautious. How much more so for someone as inexperienced as herself?
"What about Jiang Wei?" Mo Xi'er suddenly remembered what Jiang Wei had said before she fainted: "Ajin?"
With a helpless sigh, realizing that she had been harmed to such an extent, yet still worrying about others' safety, he truly felt powerless towards her: "Don't worry, she's fine. Jiang Wei is still in the residence."
Suddenly, a hint of unease rose in his eyes as he glanced at Mo Xier, hesitating to speak.
How could his actions escape the watchful gaze of Mo Xier? She stared at him blankly and asked, "Are you hiding something from me?"
Night Star's eyes flickered with dark light, a sense of unease rising within him. If she really was Jiang Wei's sister, would she leave with Jiang Wei? For some reason, an ominous premonition crept into his heart.
"You..."
"Master..." Before Night Star could finish his sentence, Zhuque's voice sounded from outside the red wooden door, accompanied by the cold night air, heavy like the chill of winter: "Jiang Wei wants to come and see Miss Mo."
Mentioning Jiang Wei made Zhuque wish to execute him slowly; it was all because of that woman he brought that caused Miss Mo such distress and kept the master awake for three days.
"Let him in." Mo Xier looked at the furious Night Star and smiled lightly: "I still have many things to know."
Seeing her like this, although his brows were tightly knitted and his expression dark, when he met Mo Xier's unwavering gaze filled with misty tears, it struck deep into the softest part of his heart.
With a sigh of resignation, though his expression remained stern, the words he spoke were a compromise for the woman: "Alright."
It seemed he was completely under Mo Xier's control; as long as she showed even a hint of pleading expression, he found it impossible to be harsh with her.
The stars in the sky were sparse, and the crescent moon hung slowly above the treetops. The world was wrapped in a cold atmosphere; after three days, the thick white snow on the ground had completely melted away.
In Boiling City’s Night Mansion Main Hall, lights shone brightly. On either side of the hall stood four black wooden chairs, while directly opposite the entrance were two black Sandalwood chairs. A faint sandalwood fragrance lingered in the desolate hall, refreshing to the senses.
Mo Xier originally planned to meet Jiang Wei in her room, but Night Star refused adamantly, stating that as a woman, she could not allow a man to enter her private quarters.
In this world, besides him, no one could enter her room. Unable to argue against Night Star's insistence, Mo Xier reluctantly allowed him to instruct Zhuque to let Jiang Wei meet them in the main hall.
This wait lasted a full hour. Night Star wrapped her in layers of fine silk and brocade before finally feeling satisfied enough to take her out.
Along the way, she felt no trace of cold wind; enveloped in Night Star's dark embrace, she could not see the road ahead and simply walked on. After turning several corners, Night Star finally released her from his arms.
Looking at her body wrapped up like a dumpling, Mo Xier shot a resentful glare. At this moment, her entire body was completely covered by thick clothing, leaving only her head exposed, making her look as round as a ball.
In response to her gaze, Night Star shrugged, ignoring the sparkle in her eyes. With a calm demeanor, he raised an eyebrow at her, as if to say: it is already merciful that I haven't wrapped you up completely.
A smile tugged at his thin lips, and his eyes, filled with amusement, became a straight line as he gently pulled her not-so-cold fingers into his warm embrace and slowly entered the main hall.
Once seated, Mo Xier turned to look at the few people sitting beside her. Ajin's face was pale, his delicate features devoid of any vitality as he lowered his head, his eyes dim and lifeless.
Afu and the old man showed no unusual reactions; they merely greeted Night Star and Mo Xier when they entered and then sat down in silence.
Her gaze shifted to Jiang Wei, who was wearing a blue robe. She was taken aback; in just three days, the warmth of his jade-like complexion had faded somewhat, losing its previous luster. The stubble on his face was thick, making him look as if he had suffered a great upheaval.
Upon seeing Mo Xier, his dim eyes flickered with a glimmer of light before he let out a soft sigh: thankfully, she has woken up.
She had been unconscious for three days. During this time, he had lost his appetite and couldn't sleep at night, worried that she might never wake up from this slumber. He had wanted to visit her multiple times but was turned away by Night Star.
He could only wait anxiously for time to pass second by second. Today, unable to endure the torturous wait any longer, he sent someone to inquire about her condition. He planned that if Night Star insisted on not allowing him to see her, he would disregard etiquette and force his way in.
However, he didn't expect the servant to report that they should wait in the main hall and that Ajin had to come along. Just thinking about her made hatred leak from his eyes; the resentment in his heart surged wildly, wishing he could tear her apart.
If it weren't for Afu and Old Madam stopping him, she would have probably met Yama long ago.
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