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Xinrong spoke while patting, her words filled with grievance and urgency.
Compared to Night Star blaming her, what she worried about the most was Mo Xier feeling hopeless. After all, a life had vanished right before her eyes, something no one could accept.
Seeing that she couldn't explain, Mo Xier decided not to waste her breath.
After coughing a few times to force out the water stuck in her throat, she felt much better. However, the choking sensation in her throat lingered, and it burned intensely, making her voice slightly hoarse.
"I... I'm fine. Help me up; the water has gone cold."
Xinrong reached out to check, and indeed the water had cooled down. She silently complained while helping her up, saying, "Miss, how could you think that way? You promised me just now! How could you forget so quickly? If I hadn't been guarding the door, you might have really gone!"
Her tone was filled with excitement but also endless concern for her. Mo Xier found it somewhat amusing yet exasperating.
Think hopeless? Those three words had never appeared in Mo Xier's dictionary—never before, not now, and never in the future!
"Xinrong, you're overthinking. It was just an accident," she said with a frown, trying to reassure Xinrong.
"An accident?!" Xinrong's voice suddenly rose, filled with disbelief. Her eyes widened like saucers as she looked at her, full of skepticism. "Miss, don't try to fool me; I've never seen such an accident! It's quite frightening."
Blinking innocently, Mo Xier had already gotten dressed under her assistance and sincerely said, "But it really was just an accident. I just wanted to submerge in the water to clear my head; I didn't realize how much time had passed. I didn't expect you to rush in and scare me, which made me choke on some water."
After speaking, she cleared her throat; it still burned painfully from choking on the water.
There was a hint of reproach in her words that left Xinrong stunned, yet she couldn't bring herself to believe what she said.
To her ears, Mo Xier's words sounded like excuses—just someone who failed at seeking death trying to deceive her!
With a slight tug at the corner of her mouth, Xinrong's face remained filled with worry as she helped her sit by the bed. "Miss, although I haven't served many people, I can tell when you're lying. Please don't think hopelessly; life is still long. Even if the sky falls, there will be someone tall enough to hold it up for you. Why must you feel this way?"
"I really am not feeling hopeless!" She looked steadily at Xinrong, her tone resolute. However, when meeting her gaze, Mo Xier could only see disbelief reflected in those eyes.
She could even feel Xinrong's crazy emotions. In the face of this situation, Mo Xier could only remain silent, giving up on any thoughts of explanation, and let out a light sigh of resignation.
Let her think whatever she wants; after all, she had never considered suicide!
Having already died once in the modern world, she had finally managed to borrow someone else's body to live again. If she didn't cherish it, it would be a disgrace to the heavens for giving her another chance at life.
The near-drowning experience earlier had also helped her realize some things. It was just a few touches from a man; what was so significant about that?
He, Night Star, could have multiple wives and concubines, liking whoever he saw, like a stud. Why couldn't she calmly see through everything in front of her? It was all just fleeting moments; once this life was over, who would remember her?
He could take advantage of her simply because he was a man, but who said that only men could take advantage of women while women couldn't take advantage of men?
Thinking this way made her feel much clearer. Previously, when she thought she understood things, it was nothing compared to this newfound clarity. Even Xinrong, who was serving nearby, felt a different atmosphere radiating from her.
Curiously glancing up at Mo Xier, this was the first time she sensed such an aura from her, making those around her feel an invigorating energy.
Xinrong couldn't help but frown slightly. What was going on? How could a few gulps of water change the woman in front of her so drastically? The feeling was completely different; could it be that her brain got waterlogged and damaged?
Hesitating to speak, she looked puzzled and asked, "Miss, are you alright? I can't help but feel like something is off with you. Are you feeling unwell?"
Since she started serving Mo Xier, she had always been shrouded in gloom and had never seen her so cheerful. No wonder she found Mo Xier's current demeanor strange.
Little did she know that this was Mo Xier's true self—warm, passionate, and cheerful—like the sun in the sky, radiating intense light that made people unconsciously want to get closer without hesitation.
Shrugging her shoulders, she shook her head and softly replied, "I just figured some things out; you don't need to worry. I'm fine." As she spoke, she reached out and patted Xinrong's shoulder, her watery eyes filled with smiles.
Seeing her like this made Xinrong feel worried yet also think it was quite good. She let out a sigh of relief and said, "As long as you don't think too negatively anymore, I can accept you however you are!"
Her tone was earnest and filled with excitement, causing Xinrong to laugh involuntarily. "Don't worry; I will definitely not think negatively!"
With such a promise received, Xinrong's expression relaxed as well. For a moment, the atmosphere in the room began to lighten up; the previous gloom seemed to have vanished without a trace.
The servants in the house felt much less psychological pressure, as Mo Xier's mood improved, uplifting everyone in the house like a clear sky after rain, just missing a rainbow.
Having dressed, Xinrong felt an overwhelming sense of drowsiness wash over her after a morning of running around and fatigue; the urge to sleep was simply irresistible!
Waving her hand at Xinrong, she yawned widely and said, "I'm tired and want to sleep for a bit. You can go out first, and I'll call you if I need anything."
Upon hearing that she was to leave, Xinrong's expression changed instantly. The events from earlier were still fresh in her mind, and now being asked to leave again was something she was unwilling to accept.
Glancing at her from the corner of her eye, Xinrong was filled with worry. Although she seemed fine now, who knew what foolishness she might do when left alone?
Noticing that she remained rooted in place, Mo Xier's expression became somewhat stiff as she asked, "What's wrong? Why are you still here?" She climbed onto the bed while adjusting her clothes, preparing to sleep.
Seeing this, Xinrong hurried over to tuck her in but hesitated, unable to articulate her thoughts.
What kind of person was Mo Xier? How could she not see through Xinrong's little worries? With a light sigh, she lay on the bed and said, "I know you're worried about me."
Before she could finish her sentence, Xinrong's eyes lit up like a puppy's as she nodded vigorously at her, expressing a look of understanding that made Mo Xier both amused and exasperated.
Meeting her pitiful gaze, Mo Xier suddenly felt a pang of reluctance. Turning away as if no one were behind her, she softly said, "Since you're so worried, you can stay here. Just one request: don't make any noise and don't disturb me."
"I understand, miss!" Upon receiving this response, Xinrong's voice rose in excitement. She quickly covered her mouth with her hands and whispered, "Miss, you sleep well. I'll stay right here and won't go anywhere!"
Mo Xier chuckled helplessly; the drowsiness overwhelmed her, and soon she succumbed to sleep.
With the previous pressure lifted from her heart, she relaxed completely and quickly fell into a deep slumber. It had been a long time since she had slept so well.
While Mo Xier finally managed to get some good rest, turmoil brewed within the general's residence. There were no secrets here; during the time she slept, events occurring in her room had already spread throughout the entire general's residence and were common knowledge.
Upon hearing this news, Liu Xuxin was the most delighted. She hadn't expected that within just one morning, the relationship between the woman and her cousin would become so awkward.
Sitting at the table, she rhythmically tapped on its surface with her hands, her eyes sparkling with unmasked joy. Beside her, Cui Er noticed that the young lady was in good spirits and felt much more relaxed than before.
"Miss, looking at the way they are, it won't be long before that little Jade Bitch leaves the General's residence!" Cui Er's words were laced with malice as she poured another cup of tea for the Miss.
"Fool!" Liu Xuxin shot her a disdainful glance and said, "If that little Jade Bitch could leave the General's residence so easily, would Aunt still be so troubled? Does she really think she's that easy to deal with?"
Cui Er's hand trembled as she poured the water, causing the cup to sway and spill hot water all over herself without warning!
Liu Xuxin suddenly stood up and slapped the unprepared Cui Er!
How could she withstand such force? She staggered back a few steps, spilling tea all over herself in the process!
In an instant, Cui Er felt the scalding temperature of the tea, and a scream escaped her lips.
However, before the scream could fully escape, Liu Xuxin slapped her again. Her fair cheek felt a sharp sting, and sobbing, she dared not make another sound. She stood timidly with her head bowed, fearing to provoke her mistress further.
Since coming to the General's residence, Liu Xuxin's temper seemed to have grown considerably. Today alone, she had already lost her temper twice, and Cui Er had been slapped twice!
"Useless thing! You can't even pour a cup of tea! What good are you?" Looking at the damp spot on her skirt from the spilled tea, her tone was filled with anger. It seemed that when she got angry, she would raise her hand to hit Cui Er again.
Cui Er trembled continuously, filled with fear. In Yancheng, there were numerous maids who had died at her hands; who knew if she would be next?
"Miss, I didn't do it on purpose. Are you alright?" In a panic, she set down the teapot without caring if she had burned herself and quickly knelt beside Liu Xuxin with an apologetic expression.
"Not on purpose? If you had done it on purpose, would you have wanted to kill me?"
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