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For countless days and nights, he silently accompanied her by her side.
Through numerous trials, he always cautiously reached out to touch her gently, holding her tightly in his embrace, carefully saying, "I will never let you get hurt again."
At this moment, she missed that person immensely, worried about the one who was away on the battlefield, and longed for that broad, warm, and sturdy embrace.
Tears streamed down from the corners of her eyes, filling her slightly swollen face, yet failing to hide her delicate features. In modern historical dramas, those who were plotted against or assassinated often leaned against a table, sighing deeply and saying, "The palace is as deep as the sea."
Mo Xier felt the chill of this phrase for the first time, experiencing clearly the helplessness and sorrow deep within the hearts of those concubines.
With the man who watched the clouds drifting away not by her side, encountering schemes amidst the blooming flowers and falling petals, she found herself within high walls. It was merely a wall, yet it posed heavy obstacles; she could not fly out or escape.
She felt like a lone wild goose that could never break free from the confines of the walls, unable to find a roof to shelter under or a coast to rely on. She could only drift endlessly, wandering without purpose.
She was so lonely and helpless that a gust of wind could easily blow her away.
Seeing all this made her feel disgusted and nauseous; she retched for a while but could not bring anything up. The transparent liquid she expelled carried a foul odor.
It was thick stomach acid mixed with bitter bile. Her voice was low but startled those outside who were being cautious.
Li Ye pushed the door open and entered with warm water, a towel, and some high-quality wound medicine.
"Get out! Just go!" Mo Xier cried out angrily.
His footsteps paused for a moment; he remained silent but sneered inwardly, thinking to himself, "Mo Xier! Only you would dare to speak to me like this in all the land!"
"Leave the things on the table. If you need them, come get them yourself. I also ordered someone to fetch your medicine kit from your room..."
Before he could finish his sentence, a furious shout erupted from behind the curtain, accompanied by sounds of retching.
"What happened to you?!" He stepped forward, his brow furrowed with concern as he pulled back the curtain. What hit him was a foul, sour smell. Strangely, he didn't feel disgusted at all; instead, his heart was filled with pity.
"None of your business! Get out! It's all your fault, you did this to me!"
Mo Xier cursed, and by the end of her tirade, she was sobbing deeply, her voice hoarse with helplessness and despair. He reached out, wanting to hold her tightly in his arms to comfort her gently.
Fearing that she might struggle, he cautiously extended his hand, gradually turning her shoulder to pull her into his embrace. She was dressed very lightly, her graceful figure and delicate curves fully revealed before him.
A hint of redness appeared on her pale skin, and he swallowed hard, suddenly feeling an unbearable heat.
His gaze shifted to her body, and the sight of her wounds extinguished his anger in an instant. "I will make those who harmed you pay in blood!" His voice was as cold as ancient ice, filled with malice.
Mo Xier suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of grievance; tears streamed down her face like a broken dam, soaking his newly changed clothes. After crying for a while, she dazedly shook her head and said through sobs, "I don't want that; then I would be the villain."
Li Ye was taken aback, looking at the woman before him in surprise. "Isn't it good to repay blood with blood? Those people bullied you; isn't it right for me to take revenge for you?"
She shook her head again. "Everything arises from fate; every action has its consequences. There is a reason she bullied me; I won't blame her. Don't take your anger out on others."
"How is that taking anger out on others? It’s clearly Noble Ning who is narrow-minded and is venting her anger on you!" His voice carried indignation. He carefully stroked her head, afraid that he might provoke her into a fit of rage.
"I said I don't want it! Stop pestering me endlessly; just go out! I need to apply medicine."
Mo Xier suddenly realized she was only wearing undergarments, and her face turned beet red. Feeling much better inside, she pushed him out and pulled the curtain shut again.
"Alright, I'll go." Li Ye felt slightly relieved this time. He had initially wanted to take revenge for her but feared that if she held onto resentment without expressing it, it might lead to illness.
Originally, Noble Ning and the Ning Family were somewhat difficult to deal with; now that she didn’t ask for anything, it would be easier for him. His heart settled considerably. He hadn't expected her to be such a kind-hearted and magnanimous woman.
Staring at her white hair, although he felt some surprise and doubt in his heart, he obediently retreated outside.
Mo Xier heard the sound of the hall door turning, followed by footsteps fading away. After a while of silence in the air, she finally felt at ease enough to pull back the curtain and peek out with her little head, looking around before relaxing.
She stretched out her bare little feet, landing on the fluffy carpet, and sat down in front of the Sandalwood Table. She picked up a towel, soaked it in warm water, dampened it, and carefully wiped her body.
Before long, the basin that had just been filled with cool warm water became murky in an instant.
A strong smell of blood slowly filled the air. Frowning in disgust, she tossed the towel into the basin and opened her medicine box, preparing to find some healing ointment for her wounds.
Suddenly, she noticed several bottles of various sizes nearby, including Rose Cooling Oil and another bottle labeled Golden Silkworm Pupa Healing Powder. She couldn't help but feel delighted; these were excellent and precious medicines for healing wounds and removing scars.
She had learned during her medical history studies that such ingredients were extremely rare and valuable, typically supplied to the emperor by envoys. Only members of the royal family and consorts in the harem could use them.
Even among the consorts, not everyone had access; they were ranked into different tiers, with only those ranked third or higher allowed to use them, and even then, there were limits on how much could be used.
Mo Xier checked the various items in front of her; there were a total of nine bottles, with about four containing the same substance.
Li Ye was indeed generous with her. She reached out to open one small bottle, poured some into her hand, and applied it to her wounds.
Miraculously, Mo Xier was astonished to find that the wound she applied it to was emitting a cool sensation, and the bleeding stopped. She understood that healing gradually was a principle; instantaneous healing was impossible.
Even in ancient times, in a life where anything could happen through time travel, this was still not feasible.
She carefully packed away the remaining valuable items into her medicine box and realized she was still completely exposed, wearing only a thin garment stained with blood.
For some reason, she felt a hint of dissatisfaction in her heart and thought to herself, "This emperor is so considerate yet forgot to bring me a change of clothes!"
Feeling awkward, she walked to the door and pressed against the window paper to peek outside. Sure enough, there wasn't a single person in sight; not even a servant had been left behind.
Anxiety began to rise within her; what had once been a glimmer of hope was extinguished in an instant. Remembering the footsteps she had heard earlier fading away made her slightly annoyed.
"Is anyone there?" she called tentatively, her voice low and faint, almost inaudible even to herself.
To her surprise, there was a response from outside the door.
"What do you want?" A cold voice drifted in from outside, laced with a hint of mocking amusement.
"I need a set of clean clothes, and..." Mo Xier hesitated for a moment before gritting her teeth and saying, "a set of clean undergarments."
"Tsk tsk." The person outside seemed to have anticipated her request, responding with a smirk, "I recall someone just told me to get lost, to go as far away as possible!" He sighed leisurely, appearing somewhat regretful.
"Hey! Are you done yet?" Inside the room, Mo Xier's face flushed red as she took two steps back, fearing that a pair of eyes might be watching her in the darkness. She cursed inwardly, "Deceitful scoundrel!"
The person outside continued to speak with a mocking tone, his voice steady and somewhat admonishing. "Mo Xier, under heaven, all land belongs to the emperor; all soldiers belong to the emperor. You are beneath me, and Night Star is also beneath me. How can you speak to me in such a tone?"
His words were profound, clearly expressing his dissatisfaction while making it evident that even Night Star had to obey him. What made Mo Xier think she was any better?
At the same time, he was asserting that he was the Son of Heaven, the Sovereign of the Nine-Five, far superior to Night Star. She should submit to him without question.
Mo Xier lowered her eyes in despair, thinking of that person made her heart ache. Remembering the terrifying dream from last night sent waves of panic through her.
"I know I was wrong; please send the clothes in," she said.
Outside, Bright Yellow stood stunned, not expecting her to suddenly soften. He had only intended to tease her but realized she was genuinely frightened.
Reflecting on how she admitted her mistake, he thought she was quite an undisciplined girl. With that thought in mind, he waved his hand, signaling the maid who had been waiting behind him with clean garments to enter.
The maids bowed deeply and cautiously stood behind the emperor, each one feeling apprehensive about what kind of woman would dare speak so disrespectfully to this cold and ruthless emperor.
Soon enough, Mo Xier saw several maids enter with trays in hand, presenting an array of stunningly beautiful outfits that were all perfectly coordinated.
The color combination looked much more comfortable than what she usually wore, and it presented a sense of freshness, beauty, and artistry.
She chose an outfit that fit her perfectly, adorned with matching tassel decorations, instantly elevating her presence. She resembled a naturally elegant woman born into wealth, especially with the serene aura between her brows.
It felt innate, yet also influenced by her surroundings. However, Mo Xier thought it might be a hereditary trait from her family. What kind of grand family could pass down such a serene aura?
She was puzzled but couldn't figure it out. After trying on the clothes, a maid went out to inform the emperor.
Mo Xier tidied herself up and was about to return to her residence when she saw Li Ye walk in, followed by a group of servants carrying fine wine and exquisite dishes.
"My chamber has been sullied by you; go elsewhere," he said, his gaze shifting from her to the soft couch in the inner room.
She immediately understood. Blushing, she lowered her head in silence as her stomach audibly grumbled in response to Li Ye.
Following him into another chamber, she noted that this one had a lovely name: Azure Breeze and Bright Moon Pavilion.
It was quite poetic. She quietly observed Li Ye, feeling he resembled someone who appreciated elegance. She asked lightly, "Who named this room?"
The man across from her had an imposing demeanor; his sword-like brows slightly raised as he proudly replied, "It was I. How about it? Sounds nice, right?"
"Disgusting." Mo Xier initially intended to compliment him but frowned and retorted upon seeing his proud expression.
The fine wine and exquisite dishes were naturally well-prepared, but for Li Ye, it was merely a way for her to indulge herself while he found immense satisfaction in it.
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