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Suddenly, all eyes in the room were focused on Dr. Li, their intense gazes making him even more nervous, causing his voice to tremble as he spoke.
"I... I didn't mean to, young master and young lady, don't mind me, you all continue! Continue!" Dr. Li stammered while quickly picking up the scattered items on the floor.
His hands shook uncontrollably, and his heart felt like it was in turmoil. What incredible luck had he stumbled upon today! He had never seen the young master show any affection for anyone before!
Mo Xier was even more flustered. The man was saying such things in front of so many people, wasn't that just inviting misunderstandings? News from the General's residence was never a secret; everything happening here could be spread to others in an instant.
It was too late to argue now. Reluctantly, she stood up and held Xinrong's hand, saying, "Since you want to stay here, then stay. I'm going in to rest."
After taking just a few steps forward, she heard footsteps behind her. Turning around, she saw Night Star following closely behind.
Stopping in her tracks, she suddenly turned around and shouted, "What is wrong with you? I’m not going to fly away; do you have to follow me like this?"
He also stopped, his bright eyes fixed on her, making her instinctively want to avoid his gaze. "I just want to watch you rest. Why are you so agitated? I won't do anything else!"
"Do you still want to watch me rest?" The woman's voice rose sharply in surprise. He actually used the word "still"...
Even Xinrong beside her trembled at her voice, her grip on Mo Xier's hand going limp. She truly couldn't understand the matters between her master and this man.
"Hurry up and go! Staying here is making me anxious. I'm in a bad mood; my facial injuries might take longer to heal because of it!"
Her words sounded grandiose, yet her expression was completely calm.
Before Night Star could react, she had already pushed him out of the room. Before he could say a word, the door was forcefully shut behind him!
The force with which the woman pushed caused the door to tremble violently!
"Stop bothering me! I need to rest! Do you understand what rest means? Hurry up and go do whatever you need to do!" Her voice came from inside the door, loud and full of energy.
Looking at the firmly closed door in front of him, it was undoubtedly a display of power directed at Night Star, who could only stand at the entrance, staring at the closed door, unable to enter.
Recalling how vigorous she had been, there was no trace of a woman who should be injured.
He never imagined that one day he would be so captivated by a woman that even when he heard she was going to the garden, he would drop everything and pretend to casually run into her.
Even after seeing her injured, his heart felt like it was on fire; he wished he could take her pain upon himself and wanted nothing more than to tear apart whoever had hurt her!
Shaking his head slightly, a look of helplessness appeared on his face for the first time. After standing at the door for a while, he slowly turned and left.
However, inside the room, the woman did not sleep soundly. Whether it was due to the shock from earlier or something else, she was plagued by nightmares.
Liu Xuxin’s face appeared before her like a ghost, constantly flashing in her mind. She wanted to wake up but felt as if something heavy was pressing down on her eyelids, making it impossible to open her eyes.
Xinrong had been keeping watch by her side. Seeing her restless sleep, he called out softly, "Miss? Miss?"
It was only under his gentle shaking that Mo Xier hazily woke up. Opening her eyes to see the white curtains, she felt as if she had come back to life.
Her mind was filled with chaotic thoughts, leaving her unable to think clearly right after waking up.
"Miss, are you alright? I noticed you were sleeping quite restlessly. Did you have a nightmare?" Gently supporting her to sit up against the bed, Xinrong poured a cup of tea and placed it by her side.
As she slowly sipped the warm tea, her thoughts finally began to clear, and she softly said, "Thank you."
"Miss, why are you being so polite? Taking care of you is what a servant should do; there's no need for you to say such things to me." Xinrong smiled as she took back the empty cup.
Seeing the woman in a daze, she poured another cup of warm water and handed it to her. "Miss, you look so lost in thought. Have another cup."
This time, she only held the cup without drinking, her beautiful eyes fixed on the bedside, lost in her own thoughts.
After a long silence, Xinrong gently asked, "Miss, are you really okay? I can't shake the feeling that you're a bit out of it. Is your face hurting?"
With a worried expression, she continued, "Should I ask Dr. Li to come again?"
But the response was just a shake of the woman's head. Turning to look at her, there was warmth in her gaze. "It's not my face that's hurting. You don't need to worry too much; these minor injuries I can handle myself. There's really no need for a doctor."
The only reason she agreed to let the doctor come was to put Night Star's mind at ease.
Xinrong remained concerned while Mo Xier slowly smiled and took her hand, softly saying, "I can tell from your expression that you're worried about me. I really am fine."
After pausing for a moment, she then asked, "Has anyone gone to inquire about Liu Xuxin? What’s the situation there?"
Upon hearing her question, Xinrong's hands that were helping with dressing suddenly froze. Anger welled up inside her; she had seen with her own eyes how the woman's face had been marred.
Initially having some fondness for Liu Xuxin, all positive feelings had vanished now, replaced by a hint of disgust.
"Miss, just take care of yourself. Why do you need to worry about others?" The hands helping her get dressed moved faster, with no attempt to hide the annoyance in their tone.
"There's no need to be so worked up. I just want to show some concern for her; after all, she is seriously injured," the woman said, gently holding Xinrong's hand, her smile softening.
"You should worry more about yourself. Miss Liu has Doctor Wang from the general's residence looking after her, and Old Madam is concerned as well. There's no need for you to worry!" Xinrong rolled her eyes repeatedly, feeling disdain for Liu Xuxin.
Mo Xier quickly caught the key point in her words and asked again, "Does Old Madam already know?"
"Not only does she know, but I've heard that she has already sent many supplements over, afraid that others don't realize how precious her skin is! Miss, you have a ruined face, yet no one has sent anything this valuable for you!"
Listening to Xinrong's complaints, the woman's smile grew wider. In this general's residence, there were never any secrets. What had just happened had already reached Old Madam's ears.
Adjusting her clothes, she smiled and said, "As a Night General, bringing back a woman from outside naturally can't compare to the preciousness of Miss Liu."
"Miss, that's not how it is. Who in the general's residence doesn't know that you are the favored one in front of the general? Who would dare to shout at you? They all treat you like a master!"
Xinrong's eyes sparkled with a hint of admiration.
"Is that so?" Mo Xier replied flatly, as if she were not surprised by the situation at all.
"Miss, if Miss Liu tries to touch you again in the future, make sure you don't let her off so easily like today! I know well that these young ladies all have tempers that are hard to deal with. If you let her go today, she might not even appreciate it."
As she helped her sit in front of the vanity, Xinrong carefully combed through her hair.
"Xinrong, how come I never noticed before that you have such a passionate side?"
Mo Xier's eyes sparkled with amusement; she genuinely found Xinrong entertaining. Previously, she had seen Liu Xuxin looking frightened, but who would have thought that Xinrong's attitude would change so drastically now!
Xinrong felt embarrassed by her words, her face turning completely red, even her ears flushed. She shyly replied, "Miss, what are you talking about? I am doing this for your sake; how can you say such things about me?"
She understood her feelings well enough, but in the somewhat cold atmosphere of the general's residence, Night Star had long grown accustomed to the strange looks everyone gave her. It was rare to have someone like Xinrong by her side.
Yet even so, she still dared not open her heart to Xinrong. She tightly locked away her feelings, allowing no one to enter.
That incident remained like a thorn in her heart, making it impossible for her to accept.
Thus, she repeatedly pushed Xinrong away, not only because she didn't trust Xinrong but also because she couldn't trust herself to accept someone like her again.
Even now, no matter how well Xinrong treated her, she remained indifferent, just a bit better than an ordinary servant.
"Xinrong, how long have you been in this general's residence?"
"About ten years or so. I was sold to a trafficker when I was little. If I hadn't been lucky enough to end up in the general's residence, I don't know where I would be drifting now."
"Don't you feel sad at all? Losing your family?" Mo Xier couldn't help but ask.
Xinrong's expression was calm, seemingly unaffected by the question. Her tone was even colder as she replied, "I was sold when I was too young; I hardly have any memories of my family. How could there be any feelings?
In my world, family is just a title. Whoever treats me well can become my family; isn't that right?"
She spoke decisively without a hint of hesitation, as if before this woman, she had nothing to hide and fully revealed herself.
Mo Xier looked at her with a hint of confusion and surprise. She had never thought that Xinrong, who appeared somewhat timid and fragile, would have such thoughts in her heart.
Suddenly, Xinrong smiled lightly and said, "Moreover, if my relatives truly cared about me, they wouldn't have sold me to a trafficker. The moment they sold me away, they ceased to be my family! Now, I will just consider them as if they no longer exist."
Her tone was indifferent; she spoke piercing words without a trace of emotion on her face, as cold as ice, which made the woman glance at her in surprise.
"Xinrong, let the past be the past. It was my fault for bringing up your painful memories today."
"You flatter me, Miss. I believe you asked because it reminded you of your own family?" The coldness in her demeanor faded instantly, and when she spoke again, Xinrong seemed to return to her previous self, radiating a gentle warmth.
However, the woman merely chuckled lightly and did not respond.
Having been here for several months, how could she not think of her modern parents? Being inexplicably transported here had left them completely unprepared; there was no chance to leave any message behind. With no news of her, she only caused them worry.
Yet these emotions were deeply buried in her heart, never revealing themselves. Only by doing so could she constantly remind herself to live strongly, even if there was not a single relative by her side.
Seeing her expression, Xinrong obediently fell silent and quietly continued to comb her hair, allowing the room to sink into silence.
Just as she had not finished arranging her hair, a knock came at the door. The woman felt puzzled; who would come to her room at this hour without reason?
She called out for the person outside to wait a moment. Without asking who it was, she directly opened the door.
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