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Mo Xier turned around without saying a word, but continued her actions with determination, biting her lips tightly as if she wanted to draw blood from her lower lip.
The maid stepped forward boldly, reaching out to grab her wrist, stopping her from continuing. "Miss, even if you don't care about yourself, at least think of us! If the young master sees this when he returns, we will be the ones punished!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the woman's movements suddenly halted, as if she had lost all strength. She relaxed and fell onto the bed.
The maid who had intervened was momentarily stunned, looking helplessly at her on the bed, almost forgetting what to do next.
After a long silence, she slowly spoke, "Let go of me. I won't struggle anymore; you don't need to hold my hand like this."
Mo Xier's voice was flat, devoid of any fluctuation, sounding hollow as if it had no soul.
Hearing this, the maid was overjoyed and quickly released her grip, smiling as she said, "That's good! That's good! As long as you don't treat yourself this way anymore, everything will be fine!"
"I'm hungry. Bring me something to eat."
"Okay, okay! I'll be right back; please wait a moment." With that, she hurried out to prepare for her.
Turning her head to look at the departing figure, the room fell into silence, quiet as if there were no living beings inside. Mo Xier slightly closed her empty eyes, her mind in chaos with no clear thoughts.
Yet her heart calmed down. She opened her eyes and stared blankly at the doorway; the door was not completely closed, allowing gentle sunlight to stream in.
She seemed to hear the chirping of birds outside—a sound that represented freedom. However, this freedom might be something she had lost forever.
Though her heart ached deeply and she desperately wanted to cry, tears felt like they had dried up in her eyes. They only felt sore without a single drop falling.
The shards of the teacup she had smashed on the floor remained untouched, just like her broken heart at that moment—there was no chance of recovery. Closing her eyes again to welcome the darkness, her heart finally found true peace.
Since things had come to this point, she could only take it one step at a time. She did not believe that this man could truly keep her locked away for a lifetime!
Meanwhile, back in the study, Night Star's anger was palpable; he had lost all interest in handling state affairs. Sitting in his chair with furrowed brows, he kept replaying everything that had just happened in his mind.
The teacup in his hand was nearly crushed, a small crack appearing as water slowly seeped out, dripping onto his clothes. Anger surged within him, and he immediately threw the cup away, his cold eyes growing even colder.
"Come out." At his command, a figure in black appeared before the man in no time.
"Your subordinate is here!"
"I asked you to investigate the identity of Mo Xier. What progress have you made? Why is there still no news?" He, who usually kept his emotions in check, was now venting his anger on others.
The figure in black had been by his side for a long time and naturally understood why he was so irritable today. However, he did not expect that Night Star would struggle to control his emotions.
"We are close to a result. Please give me some more time. The old man in the hood has been identified as someone from Penglai."
His brows furrowed tighter, confusion evident in his voice. "Penglai?"
Penglai was an island located in the southern sea of the Heavenly Universe Kingdom. Although not particularly large, it was a place everyone yearned for. It was said that the island was filled with beautiful women and abundant gold, giving rise to the legend of Penglai as a paradise.
If the Heavenly Universe Kingdom represented the central region, then Penglai was an overseas land that everyone longed to explore.
However, Penglai had closed its borders and isolated itself from the outside world. Coupled with the natural barrier of the ocean, unless one was familiar with the area, reaching the island smoothly was a challenge; even crossing the sea could be problematic.
"What is that old man's identity?"
"We haven't figured that out yet, but he should hold a high position. My people have met him a few times; he is always accompanied by skilled fighters. They have been asking around and moving forward, seemingly searching for Miss Mo."
He slightly lowered his gaze, allowing reason to replace his anger as his mind began to return to normal.
The figure in black continued, "However, there is one thing I find very strange."
"Oh? What is it?"
"The old man seems unaware of what Miss Mo looks like. He has been asking along the way but cannot describe her appearance clearly, as if they have never met before."
Upon hearing this, the man's brows furrowed even deeper. Who exactly was Mo Xier? With her white hair echoing the legends of the Heavenly Universe Kingdom and her astonishing medical skills leaving everyone astonished, she now seemed to be connected to Penglai as well.
How many secrets does she have that he doesn't know about, that he hasn't uncovered yet?
Night Star pondered for a moment and said in a deep voice, "Continue to investigate further and speed up the process. I hope to hear results within a month!"
"Yes! I will obey your orders!"
Night Star continued, "Have those watching her remain vigilant. If there is even the slightest mistake, they will be held accountable!"
"Understood, I will relay the message."
He then waved his hand, and the figure in black instantly vanished from the room as if they had never been there. In the quiet study, only his heavy breathing and the sound of his heartbeat could be heard.
Closing his eyes slightly, the man relaxed his body against the back of the chair. When he opened his eyes again, they were calm, devoid of the previous anger.
In the courtyard, Mo Xier's room had been tidied up completely, no trace of its former disarray remained. When he entered the room again, Mo Xier was lying down, staring blankly at the white wall above her bed.
Hearing a noise, she immediately turned her head. Upon meeting the man's gaze, she quickly turned away again, her disdain evident in her eyes.
A maid was bringing in food. He stepped forward and immediately noticed the woman's injury on her wrist, a flicker of displeasure rising in his heart. He reached out to hold her hand and asked in a low voice, "What happened to your wrist?"
However, his question was met with silence; aside from the sounds of the maid coming and going, there was no other response.
"Don't want to answer me?"
The woman turned her head further away, completely presenting her back to him.
"Xinrong! What happened to the young lady's hand?"
The maid called by name was the one who had come in earlier to persuade Mo Xier. She immediately set down what she was carrying and knelt on the ground respectfully, her body trembling uncontrollably; it was clear to anyone that she was terrified.
Her lips quivered but no words came out.
"What exactly happened?" After a long wait for an answer, Night Star's tone grew increasingly harsh.
Xinrong trembled even more violently, burying her head deeply and stammering, "It... it was the young lady who struggled and became like this."
"Shouldn't you have stopped her from struggling?" The accusation seemed rather inexplicable.
The maid's face grew increasingly pale, almost to the point of tears, as she kept lowering her head in apology. "It... it was my fault for not stopping the young lady. Young master, I know I was wrong!"
After listening to the commotion, Mo Xier could no longer hold back and softly said, "Don't blame her; it was my own choice to struggle."
She then slowly turned her head, coldly meeting the man's deep gaze without a hint of emotion. "Besides, is this how you treat your servants? Are you even a man?"
Upon hearing this, Night Star felt a sudden embarrassment wash over him. He immediately waved his hand to dismiss all the maids. Xinrong was so nervous that she could barely stand, stumbling slightly as she walked.
He took the food from the table and sat down beside her, helping her sit up from the bed. "You haven't had dinner yet, right? Eat this first."
Just as he brought the food to her lips, she turned her head away defiantly, unwilling. "I won't eat! I don't need you to feed me! You don't have to try to please me like this! It's useless!"
A crack appeared in the man's cold expression.
Putting down the spoon, Night Star replied coldly, "This isn't about pleasing you; it's about you needing to eat!"
He shot her a few icy glances and continued, "With your current state, do you really think you need me to please you? Even if you refuse to eat, I have ways to make you eat!"
His forceful tone left her with no room for rebuttal. Every word he said was true; in her current condition, she couldn't negotiate any terms with him or act according to her whims.
Setting the bowl down on the table, he placed his hands behind his back and said, "You don't seem like someone who wants to eat right now. If that's the case, I won't force you. Whenever you decide to eat, just call for the maids; they will always be here."
Without waiting for her response, he turned and left, leaving Mo Xier somewhat bewildered. He came in without saying anything serious and only told her to eat well?
About a quarter of an hour later, the door was pushed open again. Mo Xier thought it was him returning! She had a sarcastic remark ready but swallowed it upon seeing who entered.
It wasn't Night Star, but rather a visibly anxious Xinrong, holding something in her hands—a pile of plates stacked together.
At that moment, she was standing a bit far away and couldn't see clearly. When Xinrong walked closer, she was taken aback. If she wasn't mistaken, the items on the plates looked like bracelets!
It turned out that Night Star left to find this thing. Although she was tied up with a cloth at the moment, it wasn't secure enough.
When the man saw the scars on her wrist, he felt a slight pang of pain in his heart. Following Xinrong, Night Star entered with a cold expression, stepped forward, and took the chain from the plate, intending to use it on her.
Mo Xier instinctively shrank back, but with her hands and feet bound, this movement was futile.
"You can't treat me like this! I'm a person! Not an animal!"
However, Night Star seemed not to hear her words at all. He stepped forward, pulled her body closer, and said softly, "Don't you want to escape from me? I, Night Star, will never give you that chance!"
"Don't! Stay away from me!"
As his hand reached out, Mo Xier immediately reacted by twisting her body violently, trying to evade his grasp.
Yet no matter how much she resisted, it was all in vain. The man's hand merely flipped a few times before firmly holding her down and untying the cloth that had bound her for an entire afternoon.
The visible marks looked somewhat terrifying under the dim yellow candlelight; the red marks seemed as if they could bleed at any moment. His brow furrowed slightly, feeling a twinge of pain in his heart as his fingers unconsciously brushed over her injured area.
But after just a moment's hesitation, he quickly concealed his expression and grabbed the chain beside him. In no time, the cloth on the woman's hands was replaced with iron chains.
The cold sensation and heavy weight made her heart sink to the bottom, as if she were sinking into the sea.
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