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With just a few words, Night Star was nearly driven to the edge! This woman could infuriate anyone with her speech!
His grip tightened further, and he struggled to control his strength, almost crushing her wrist as he gritted his teeth and asked, "Say that again?"
Seeing him so angry, Mo Xier felt a slight tremor in her heart but still held her head high and said loudly, "We are not really husband and wife. Why should it matter now? Isn't it normal to sleep apart?"
Night Star fell silent, only looking at her with a more fierce gaze. "Do as you wish."
With a snort, he released her hand and turned toward the bed, seemingly tired of the argument. He lay down with his back to her, remaining still.
Rubbing her sore wrist where he had gripped her, she inhaled sharply. Night Star had not been gentle; the area he had held was already red and stinging, and even the slightest movement felt like it tugged at all her nerves.
She had never endured such humiliation, but what could she do? With no money or power, she had no choice but to rely on him. Biting her lip, she lay down on the floor and pulled the blanket over her head.
Though it was early spring and the temperature was gradually warming up, the thin layer of cotton did little to shield her from the chill rising from the ground. The unevenness of the floor made it uncomfortable to sleep, especially since she was a woman.
Turning away from him, she thought it best not to see him! Even if she couldn't sleep, she squeezed her eyes shut with all her might and tossed and turned for a long time before finally drifting off.
Not long after Mo Xier fell asleep, the man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes. He sat up and confirmed that she was indeed asleep before quietly leaving and heading into the courtyard.
A shadow awaited him there; it was none other than Black Attire.
After escaping an assassination attempt, they had lost contact in the mountains. Once settled down, he immediately sent a message to Black Attire to keep a close watch on everything happening in this village.
Just because they were recuperating here didn't mean the village was safe. Who knew if their assailants were lurking among them?
"Have there been any unusual occurrences in recent days?"
Black Attire bowed respectfully, his voice slightly low. "In response to your inquiry, my subordinate has conducted a thorough investigation and found nothing unusual."
"Have you identified our assailants?" His attractive brows furrowed slightly; this was what concerned him most.
Black Attire slowly shook his head, a flicker of doubt crossing his eyes as he continued, "The intruder is quite strange; they left no traces behind at all. Their precautions were well executed. We have no idea who they are, which indicates they must have planned this for quite some time."
Hearing this, the man fell silent. He had many enemies, and now there was an unidentified Mo Xier added to the list. They were undoubtedly like two living targets, easily shot at if they weren't careful.
But who was this person who had been plotting for so long? How did they know his route, and even that he had brought her out this time?
A figure slowly emerged in his mind but was instantly erased. Shaking his head slowly, he said in a deep voice, "No matter who it is, without my orders, you only need to protect us in secret. You must not appear in others' sight so easily."
The figure in black seemed to disagree, their previously steady tone now wavering. "But master, isn't it the purpose of training us to protect you? Given how urgent the situation was that day, why did you still not give any orders?"
He pondered for a moment and replied slowly, "It is not yet time." His voice was particularly low and carried his usual indifference. "How is the investigation into her identity going?"
"Due to your injury, there has been no progress on that matter for now." The figure in black suddenly knelt down, clasping their hands together and said, "I have failed in my duties; please punish me, master."
It had been more than half a month since he first assigned the task, yet there was still no progress.
Night Star shook his head slightly and gestured for the figure in black to rise. "This matter is indeed difficult; it was within my expectations that you have made no progress. Take your time."
The crescent moon hung high in the sky. For some reason, a thought suddenly crossed his mind about the Dog Egg mother and child he had seen today. He felt a stir in his heart and suddenly asked, "Old Madam, how is she now? I fear that news of my assassination has not yet reached the General's residence?"
The figure in black shook their head slightly, which startled him. In the past, if he didn't send news back himself, no one would know where he was; Old Madam wouldn't care either. But how had news of this assassination spread so quickly?
"Old Madam knows?"
"Not only does Old Madam know, but even the Chancellor and the Emperor are aware. Due to the urgency of Gaochang Plague, the Emperor has sent Liu Qiankun to investigate, and Old Madam has also sent someone to find you."
This was indeed unusual. Night Star placed his hands behind his back with a serious expression. The suppressed thought resurfaced once again. Could this assassination truly be related to the woman inside?
"Have someone closely monitor the Chancellor's movements. Report immediately if anything seems off!"
Although the figure in black was confused, since their master had given orders, they could only execute them without question.
As the moon rose above the treetops, it was now midnight. Most villagers went to bed early; the village had fallen into silence. After giving a few more instructions, several figures in black leaped away into the night, leaving only Night Star standing alone in the courtyard for a long time.
His well-defined brows furrowed slightly as his sharp eyes gazed into the distance, unsure of what he was looking at. After a long while, he turned to enter the house and saw the woman curled up on the ground. For some reason, his previous anger diminished instantly.
With a light sigh, he slowly approached, carefully picked her up from the ground, placed her on the bed, and covered her with a blanket before lying down on the floor.
The woman in her dreams felt much more comfortable and did not wake up. She slept soundly, her entire body relaxing.
She did not awaken until dawn. Blinking in confusion, she sat up and realized she was actually sleeping in a bed! Turning her gaze to the floor, she found that the man was already gone.
A thought crossed her mind, and she quickly got dressed to go outside. Aunt Liu was busy outside but still no sign of him.
“Aunt, have you seen my husband?”
“Oh, he went hunting with Dog Egg,” Aunt Liu replied with a smile, serving a bowl of fragrant white porridge from the pot. “Get up and eat breakfast quickly; there’s not much good food in the countryside.”
Sitting down unsteadily, she still struggled to digest what had just been said. What did it mean to go hunting? Were his wounds healed?
Thinking of this, her muddled mind suddenly cleared. She stood up abruptly, startling Aunt Liu beside her. “Miss, are you alright? What’s wrong?”
“His wounds aren’t healed yet! How can he go hunting? Is he trying to get himself killed?” After saying this, she immediately turned to rush out of the yard without waiting for Aunt Liu to explain.
Lost in thought as she walked, she didn’t notice the person in front of her and bumped into a hard chest. Her nose tinged with pain, tears instantly filled her eyes.
“Who is it! Can’t you watch where you’re going? Didn’t you see I was trying to go outside?” Her mood was already poor, and being bumped like that made her words spill out without restraint.
“It’s me.” A deep voice came from in front of her; standing there was none other than Night Star, who had gone hunting.
She looked up suddenly and met his gaze, momentarily stunned. Wasn’t he supposed to be out hunting? How did he suddenly appear in front of her?
Words caught in her throat; she stammered and found herself unable to say anything, just staring blankly.
“Lost your voice?” He watched the woman in front of him for a long time, waiting for her to speak, but she remained silent as if she had become mute.
Rubbing her sore nose, she softly muttered, “What should I say? After you bumped into me like that, I completely forgot what I wanted to say.” Her tone rose slightly with a hint of petulance.
Raising his attractive eyebrows slightly, he ignored her and walked around her, lifting the prey in his hands toward Aunt Liu. “This is what Dog Egg asked me to bring back; he’s still behind me and said he wanted to catch more.”
Most of the men in this village rely on hunting for a living. Whenever they catch prey, they store it at home and wait for the nearby town's market days to sell it, bringing back what they need afterward.
The surplus game is mostly consumed by the villagers themselves. Although life may seem a bit tough, it is also fulfilling and comfortable. The town's market is coming up soon, so it is understandable that Dog Egg wants to hunt more.
After helping Aunt Liu organize the game, Mo Xier finally remembered what she wanted to say. She grabbed his wrist and lowered her voice, saying, "Have you lost your memory? Don't you know you’re injured? Why are you still hunting?"
Her initially lowered voice rose in pitch due to her agitation. Although she had already pulled him away from Aunt Liu, her loud voice still caught the attention of the older woman, who was now approaching.
Mo Xier quickly stepped in front of him with a smile blooming on her face. "Auntie, don't worry. We're just having a little argument; we won't fight."
Upon hearing this, Aunt Liu hesitated but eventually stopped and watched for a moment to confirm that everything was indeed fine before slowly sitting down at the door to continue her work. Mo Xier pulled the man a few steps further away, their intimate demeanor suggesting that they were meant to be this way.
Standing in the corner of the courtyard, she was about to speak when the man interrupted her. "I was just helping to gather the game; I didn't do anything myself."
The words of persuasion were instantly stuck in her throat, and her fair cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Why did this man have to put her in such an awkward position?
"And also," he continued, "you said yesterday that we are just pretending to be a couple, so whatever I do doesn’t require your approval. Just mind your own business!"
His cold words felt like winter; despite it being early spring, she felt no warmth at all. Stunned, she nodded slightly, lowering her gaze. Her hands, which hung by her sides, nervously clasped together and kept twisting.
She had originally wanted to ask him why he carried her to bed last night, but after being interrupted by Night Star like this, it felt like a fishbone stuck in her throat—impossible to swallow or spit out.
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