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The door slammed shut with a force that silently conveyed how much Jiang Yu despised his son. Night Star kept his head down, showing little reaction.
With his hands tightly clutching the hem of his shirt, Mo Xier, who had been by his side, found herself at a loss for words. It seemed that no matter what comforting words she might say at that moment, they would sound insincere.
After a long silence, the man finally stood up, a hint of coldness in his demeanor.
The journey back was filled with silence, creating an awkward atmosphere that made her uncomfortable. Watching his lonely figure, she mustered her courage and took a few small steps to catch up with him, reaching out to tug at the hem of his shirt.
"Don't be sad; you still have me with you."
The man's footsteps paused as he suddenly turned to look at the small woman behind him, who had been keeping her head down. He didn't speak, but his gaze was filled with scrutiny.
He truly couldn't understand her. Before bringing her back, they were strangers; yet after just a few days together, they had become so close. It made one marvel at the nature of human relationships or perhaps realize that this girl was much more innocent than he had imagined.
They continued forward in silence, but the atmosphere between them had clearly changed.
Once back in the courtyard, neither of them felt like eating properly. They only picked at their food before putting down their chopsticks, the joy from the morning completely gone.
"I'm sorry; if it weren't for me, things wouldn't have turned out this way."
It seemed that ever since she arrived here, she had developed a habit of saying sorry. Every time she saw Night Star's lonely eyes, her guilt surged like a tide within her.
"Bringing you back was my decision; why do you feel the need to apologize?" Night Star raised an eyebrow slightly, displaying an indifferent expression. He turned and returned to his desk, sitting down to continue processing the documents he hadn't finished earlier.
Mo Xier felt a pang of sadness in her heart but found herself powerless to change anything. She could only quietly stay by his side, occasionally handing him things he needed.
"Eh? Is it that Gaochang again?" She couldn't help but exclaim as her peripheral vision caught the familiar words.
Raising her gaze slightly, Night Star looked at her with curiosity. "This is the second time you've noticed this place."
"I can't help but notice!" She quickly waved her hand and pouted, continuing, "It's because you mentioned Plague last time that I have such a deep impression of that place!"
The man nodded, her words not drawing his attention. As he continued to read, his brow furrowed tighter; if a fly were to pass by at that moment, it would surely be crushed!
"Is the situation there not good?"
With a light sigh, his voice was filled with helplessness. "Gaochang is already a barbaric land, and now with the outbreak of Plague, naturally, the people are suffering."
"Don't you want those people to survive?" She could clearly hear his regret in his words.
"Of course." While doodling on the document, he said, "Every person in this world has the right to live, even if they are barbarians."
She pressed her lips together as a thought suddenly popped into her mind, but she wasn't sure if she should share it with the man before her. From their initial hostility to now being able to coexist quietly in the same room, things had indeed changed between them.
After hesitating for a moment, she finally asked softly, "If... I mean if I had a way to treat them, would you be happy?"
He suddenly looked up; his deep eyes shone brightly under the dim Candlelight, captivating like the North Star in the night sky.
"What do you mean? You know medicine?"
Avoiding his gaze, she didn't dare expose herself completely. "I know a bit about herbs; I believe I can help them."
"Why?"
Tilting her head in thought for a moment, when she turned back, her watery eyes were filled with dazzling brightness. "Just as you said, everyone has the right to live. If I can help them, why shouldn't I? For me, it's just a small effort."
Such an open-minded attitude and a desire not to pursue fame and fortune instantly enlightened Night Star.
Mo Xier stood quietly before him in a flowing white dress, their distance so close that it felt as if they could reach out and touch each other.
"Thank you."
In response to the man, the woman offered a radiant smile, which blossomed like spring flowers, illuminating Night Star's entire night.
Meanwhile, Old Madam closed the door to the Upper Room and sat down on a chair, panting. The earlier argument had already drained her energy, and her gaze was filled with resentment.
Rong Mama brought over a cup of tea and gently reassured her, "Old Madam, please don't be angry. The young master is still like a child; he was blinded by that Demoness. If he becomes more sensible in the future, he might even thank you."
What was meant to be comforting only made Old Madam inexplicably angry. She pushed away the tea cup Rong Mama offered with force and exclaimed furiously, "What do you mean still a child! Is he three years old? It would be better to raise a dog than him!"
Rong Mama immediately fell silent. It was clear that Old Madam was in a bad mood; nothing she said would be right. It was safer to remain quiet.
"You send someone to inform my brother that I have woken up. Tell him to find a time to come home and discuss this matter. That Demoness cannot stay in the house!" Jiang Yu spoke thoughtfully, her eyes darkening with contemplation.
After sending Rong Mama away, Jiang Yu finally found some peace. Due to her illness, her complexion looked particularly pale—almost frighteningly so.
The more she thought about what had just happened, the angrier she became. With no outlet for her anger, it built up inside her, making it hard for her to breathe.
At forty years old, she suddenly appeared as aged as someone over fifty after waking from Unconsciousness.
As evening approached, Jiang Huai arrived at the General's residence. At that moment, Old Madam was in the ancestral hall reciting prayers. Since waking up, the first thing she did was go to the ancestral hall to explain to her ancestors why she had not come in recent days.
In this matter, Jiang Yu had an unprecedented obsession. Hearing the noise behind her, she did not immediately rise but respectfully finished everything before slowly standing up, not forgetting to offer incense to her ancestors.
"It’s already this time, and you still have the leisure to do these things," Jiang Huai snorted lightly, clearly dissatisfied with her actions at that moment.
Her hand paused slightly as she offered incense. Old Madam said softly, "What else can you make me do? Haven't I done enough over the years?"
"I asked you to keep an eye on Night Star, but look at what has happened now! Not only did you bring back a woman of unknown origin, but she also defies us! Have you raised him like this all these years?"
The questions came one after another, almost suffocating Old Madam.
"Are you blaming me now? If he were truly my son, this would not have happened!" Her words were filled with disdain, devoid of any maternal affection.
However, as soon as she finished speaking, she was met with Jiang Huai's stern reprimand. "Let me tell you, no matter whose son he was before, he is now your son! You have the obligation to keep him in line!"
"Keep him in line?" Old Madam's tone was gentle but carried an immense coldness, creating a stark contrast. "He is nothing but a thankless wolf; I don't know how to manage him! After all, he is not my blood."
Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed by Jiang Huai, pulling her frail body away from him. She frowned slightly, her voice unusually low and tinged with a hint of threat.
"I warn you, don’t let me hear such words again. Since he bears the surname Ye, he is your son! Unless absolutely necessary, this secret must remain a secret until your death! Do you understand?"
After breaking free from his grip, Old Madam remained silent for a long time before finally nodding. No one saw the tears welling up in her eyes.
Her brother and her husband were solely focused on their own ambitions and had never considered her feelings. The thought of Night Star in the general's residence not being her son made her heart ache!
She had never allowed him to enter the Night Family's ancestral hall. A person without blood ties who merely bore the Night Family name had no right to enter that hall and kneel before the ancestors of the Night Family!
All these years, she had persisted in hopes of one day reclaiming her true son—the one who truly deserved to enter the Night Family's ancestral hall!
"I have already told him that I reported the matter of the Demoness to the Emperor. Brother, what should we do next?"
"What?" Jiang Huai retorted sharply, his face filled with disbelief. A few seconds later, his expression changed instantly as he exclaimed, "Woman! You are simply an ignorant woman!" He trembled as he leaned forward, repeatedly asking, "Why didn't you discuss it before taking action?"
"I just said that in a fit of anger." Seeing Jiang Huai's expression, she began to wonder if she had made a mistake. "I told the Emperor, and if he knows about this Demoness, he will definitely not let her stay."
"You have seen the appearance of that Demoness; how could we know the Emperor's thoughts?"
Jiang Huai sighed lightly and shook his head slightly. "Moreover, even someone like Night Star has been completely bewitched by this Demoness. How much more so for the Emperor, who already has three thousand beauties in his harem?"
"Brother, you can't say that. What kind of person is Night Star? The Emperor is not the same; he is..."
Old Madam's words were cut off by Jiang Huai's stern gaze, and she dared not say another word.
"Enough. I will think of a way to see if we can make her disappear without the Emperor seeing this Demoness! We absolutely cannot let any more disturbances disrupt our plans."
His eyes darkened, filled with calculation and cruelty, as if they were discussing not a person but a mere animal.
The heavy scent of Musk almost made it hard to breathe. The tightly closed door meant no one knew what Old Madam and the Chancellor discussed that afternoon, but the atmosphere in the residence grew tenser by the day.
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