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This question came unexpectedly, and Prime Minister Jiang was momentarily taken aback. After a brief silence, he slowly replied, "You've served in two dynasties; why don't you calculate how long it's been?"
Hearing the answer she wanted, Night Star's smile grew increasingly cold. "Since that's the case, uncle, do you still not understand? No matter what you ask, I will not answer you. Do you need to ask again?"
Such a roundabout rebuttal made Prime Minister Jiang feel somewhat embarrassed. When did Night Star become so articulate?
Thinking of Mo Xier back at the residence, he didn't want to linger in the palace any longer. "Do you have any other matters, uncle? If not, I must return to the residence. The emperor has ordered me to go to the border, and I need to prepare."
This indirect expression of wanting to leave was a first for him, yet it still left Prime Minister Jiang unable to save face.
After so many years as chancellor, who had not bowed and scraped before him? Only this man! He showed him no respect at all! It made him feel as if he were not his uncle!
"Are you in a hurry to see that woman?" Prime Minister Jiang stated bluntly, his tone very firm.
The man's expression turned even colder as he looked into the distance. He said lightly, "I didn't know when my uncle started meddling in my personal affairs."
"This is your uncle showing concern for you. Must you misunderstand my good intentions like this?"
"Then thank you for your good intentions, but I dare not accept such goodwill from my uncle, nor do I need it." The man's words were cold and devoid of any emotion.
His earlier good impression of Prime Minister Jiang had long since faded during their previous encounter in the hall; now his tone lacked even the respect it once held and was tinged with impatience.
"Your mother is my sister; shouldn't I be concerned about your personal matters?"
Night Star remained silent, staring at him intently.
"You know your mother has many grievances against that Demoness. I even heard that your mother fainted because of her. Don't you feel any pain for your mother?"
Night Star raised his eyebrows slightly, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he softly replied, "Uncle seems to know a lot. My mother is naturally under my care, and I hope you won't meddle too much."
His tone was no longer gentle, but instead carried a hint of disdain, making Prime Minister Jiang's expression grow increasingly unpleasant.
"I suppose you don't have anything important to discuss, so I'll take my leave now." Without giving Prime Minister Jiang a chance to say another word, he turned and left, infuriating Prime Minister Jiang to the point where he nearly fainted on the spot!
This Night Star! Did he really think he had grown wings? How could he disregard him like this!
With a venomous glare at his retreating figure, a fierce glint flickered in his eyes. His hands clenched tightly behind his back, and what Night Star did not see was the undercurrent of malice in Prime Minister Jiang's gaze.
Hastily rushing to the palace and then back again, by the time he returned to the General's residence, it was already late at night. The General's residence was silent, and under the dim candlelight, the previous splendor was nowhere to be seen.
His steps seemed uncontrollable; although he intended to head to his own courtyard, they instead led him toward Mo Xier's location.
When he reached the entrance of her courtyard, he snapped back to reality, staring blankly at the closed door.
The young servant at the entrance saw him and was about to pay his respects but was stopped by a wave of his hand. It was already late at night; such noise might wake the sleeping woman inside.
He gently stepped forward but did not enter; instead, he stood at the doorway, quietly gazing at the tightly shut door, with deep emotions reflected in his cold eyes.
He lingered at the door for a long time before slowly turning to leave.
Mo Xier, this woman, he did not know when she had gradually entered his life, making it impossible for him to let go, nor did he want to.
By noon the next day, the busy people in the residence began to slow down.
Since Night Star was called into the palace yesterday, he had not appeared before her again. Instead, Mo Xier felt much more relaxed; with the man absent, it seemed as if the air around her had become much fresher.
Xinrong noticed that her mood seemed quite good, and a smile involuntarily appeared on her face. "Miss, you seem to be in a good mood today?"
Mo Xier nodded happily and said with a smile, "As long as your young master doesn't appear before me, how could I be in a bad mood?"
Such a straightforward answer left Xinrong somewhat speechless. When did Night Star become so annoying?
Peering outside, Mo Xier felt a bit anxious; this was completely unlike Night Star's style—suddenly disappearing?
Seeing her peeking out curiously, Xinrong couldn't help but wonder. She followed Mo Xier's gaze outside and softly asked, "Miss, what are you looking at?"
"Nothing! There's nothing out there!"
This overly evasive reaction brought a sly smile to Xinrong's face. Raising her eyebrows slightly, she nodded gently. "I understand now; Miss isn't looking at anything at all—just waiting for the young master to come!"
Pouring her a cup of tea, she continued, "Why not drink some more tea while you wait for the young master to arrive?"
Mo Xier raised her hand to her forehead, displaying a look of helplessness, as if no matter how she explained, it would be in vain. She fell silent, slowly savoring the tea in her cup.
However, how could the General's residence truly be so calm?
The tea in her hand still had warmth when an unexpected guest arrived. Liu Xuxin, dressed in a white gown, slowly approached from the entrance of the courtyard.
Xinrong looked up and instantly turned pale. "Miss, Miss Liu has come." Her nervous demeanor made Mo Xier find it somewhat amusing. She placed a hand on Xinrong's and gently said, "Don't be so serious; it feels strange."
"But! They say a weasel never visits a chicken with good intentions. Miss Liu suddenly coming over surely means trouble!"
Xinrong's certainty left Mo Xier feeling somewhat helpless.
This Xinrong seemed timid and lacking in courage, but now she appeared even more cautious. As the saying goes, "A cautious sailor sails for ten thousand years." Her personality added a layer of admiration from women.
Mo Xier calmly watched Liu Xuxin enter the courtyard, her hand holding the cup steady while a faint smile played at the corners of her mouth as she observed everything happening before her.
Liu Xuxin approached her with an alluring grace, but her expression looked somewhat haggard. The previously exquisite makeup had vanished, leaving dark circles under her eyes, making her appear listless.
"Miss Mo..." Liu Xuxin stepped forward, her hands nervously twisting together at her chest, looking extremely anxious. Her hesitance was painful for any woman to witness.
Setting down her cup, Mo Xier met Liu Xuxin's gaze with an air of calmness and scrutiny. "I wonder what brings Miss Liu here today? Or is there something about this place that attracts you? After all, we had quite the argument yesterday, yet today you couldn't help but come?"
Her words dripped with sarcasm as she raised an eyebrow, not bothering to look directly at Liu Xuxin.
Liu Xuxin's body trembled continuously, seemingly trying hard to suppress her anger, and the smile on her face had become somewhat stiff.
Bored, she twirled a strand of hair that hung down in front of her chest and said lightly, "I see that Miss Liu is not someone without things to do. If you are truly bored, please don't waste your time in my courtyard."
As she spoke, she reached up to touch the bandage on her face, a fierce glint flashing in her eyes. She continued, "You have marred my face, while you have only injured your hand. Who knows when I might go mad and hatefully ruin your face as well? What do you think, Miss Liu?"
The tone of her last words rose slightly, carrying a hint of charm that was particularly captivating.
Liu Xuxin stood frozen as if struck by lightning, her body stiff and unable to move. Her hands instinctively clenched the hem of her dress at her sides.
This woman was certainly not easy to deal with! Wasn't this speech deliberately aimed at her?! Looking into her smiling eyes, Liu Xuxin felt no warmth at all—only endless coldness!
This woman was truly a perfect match for her cousin! She could even see a shadow of her cousin within her! Lowering her gaze slightly, she felt a flicker of fear arise in her heart, unable to meet her eyes directly.
Mo Xier also began to lose her patience. With hawk-like eyes fixed on Liu Xuxin, she asked loudly, "Miss Liu? You didn't come here today just to appear before me and disgust me, did you?"
"Of course not!" Liu Xuxin glanced at her timidly, appearing somewhat scared and hesitant.
Mo Xier suddenly found herself confused by Liu Xuxin. "Whether you did or not, I congratulate you; you have successfully disgusted me!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the room fell into a strange silence. Everyone stared at her in disbelief.
They had never seen anyone speak so bluntly without giving others any face or even offering an escape route!
Liu Xuxin's face grew increasingly awkward.
She couldn't help but laugh, shaking her head slightly. "I see you can't say anything else today. You might as well leave early to avoid making me lose my appetite here."
As soon as these words were spoken, Liu Xuxin's face turned even redder, as if it had been scorched by fire.
Standing behind her, Cui Er felt indignant and looked at Mo Xier with fierce eyes, saying loudly, "Miss, what is she? Why do you have to endure this here?"
As she spoke, she reached out to pull Liu Xuxin away, but Liu Xuxin seemed rooted to the spot, refusing to move forward and stubbornly staring at Mo Xier.
Seeing this, Mo Xier truly couldn't understand the situation. What was it that made Liu Xuxin stay here and endure humiliation without leaving?
Irritated, she set down her cup and fixed her gaze on Liu Xuxin, speaking in a low voice, "What exactly do you want to say? Speaking in circles like this doesn't suit your identity as Miss Liu at all."
After a long silence, Liu Xuxin finally hesitantly spoke up, "I came this time to ask for your forgiveness for my rashness last time."
A sip of tea nearly choked her, and she looked at Liu Xuxin in shock, thinking she must have misheard.
She reached out and grabbed Xinrong's sleeve, asking in disbelief, "Did you hear that? Did we mishear? Is it just my imagination or are we both imagining things?"
Xinrong also looked astonished, her eyes wide open. She held Liu Xuxin's hand tightly and softly said, "Miss, it's possible for you to mishear something alone, but it's impossible for everyone to mishear."
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