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Liu Xuxin's body trembled as a terrifying thought suddenly crossed her mind. "Could it be that the monster being conferred today is you?!" Her voice was filled with disbelief.
Mo Xier raised her proud little head, her pale yellow attire making her look stunning under the sunlight, her eyes sparkling with brilliance.
She stared intently at the woman in front of her and declared with an air of superiority, "That's right, it's me! I am the Empress Dowager's newly accepted Adopted Daughter, Princess Fuyuan!" Her voice was light, but she deliberately emphasized the words "Adopted Daughter."
Liu Xuxin's face flushed with anger as she glared at her. "Mo Xier! Don't get too full of yourself. Do you think I and Old Madam don't know what you are?"
As she spoke, she looked pleadingly at Old Madam, her delicate face showing a hint of weakness.
Old Madam was slightly moved but remained composed, saying in a deep voice, "Enough! Stop the noise."
"Yes." Liu Xuxin's tone softened as she glared at the woman in the pale yellow dress, her eyes revealing an increasingly venomous intensity.
Mo Xier rolled her eyes and took a couple of steps forward, raising her hand to slap Liu Xuxin across the face. The beautiful features of Liu Xuxin instantly bore a clear purple handprint. "How dare you call me 'what thing'? You have some nerve!"
Her voice was neither loud nor soft, yet it carried an imposing presence that drew the attention of those around them. Onlookers gazed in disbelief at the unfolding scene, unsure of what had just happened.
Liu Xuxin covered her face, staring in shock at the woman before her. She couldn't believe someone had dared to hit her!
"You actually hit me?!" She glared at Mo Xier in a mix of shock and fury, feeling a burning pain on her left cheek as people around her looked at her with strange expressions. For the first time, she felt what humiliation truly meant.
As these thoughts raced through her mind and she was about to say something more, she suddenly noticed that the woman in the pale yellow dress was looking at her with a mocking smile, radiating confidence.
In an instant, emotions of anger, displeasure, and humiliation surged within her. With a sudden burst of energy, she raised her hand to return the slap.
Just then, a stern voice scolded from beside her, "You dare!"
Following the sound, she saw an unremarkable maid who had tightly grasped her raised wrist and refused to let go.
Mo Xier chuckled twice and unexpectedly walked over quickly, raising her hand to slap her twice, the stinging pain almost making her lose face completely.
"You! You little demon!" Liu Xuxin cursed angrily.
Old Madam reprimanded in a deep voice, "Demoness, what are you doing?! Stop it!"
Mo Xier curled her lips, looking at Old Madam with a smile that was not quite a smile, and spoke to Old Madam in the coldest tone of her life, "Old Madam, I am Princess Fuyuan, the Adopted Daughter of the Empress Dowager. How can you speak to me in such a tone? You should know that infringing upon a princess's dignity is a capital offense! It is a crime punishable by extermination of nine clans!"
Suddenly, sparks flew from her eyes, shooting sharply towards Old Madam.
Old Madam was startled and took three steps back. After all, experience counts; she steadied herself and changed her expression to one of submission, saying, "This child is young and does not understand etiquette. I will certainly teach her properly when we return. Please do not be angry, Your Highness."
Her voice was calm and humble, showing no signs of dissatisfaction, and she concealed it very well.
Mo Xier frowned at her demeanor but said nothing and turned to leave.
This was undoubtedly a slap in Old Madam's face. Having lived for so many years, she had never suffered such humiliation. She gritted her teeth and glared at the figure in pale yellow weaving through the crowd.
The surrounding people began to discuss among themselves. The young ladies and gentlemen who witnessed this scene were all astonished. They had never seen this Adopted Daughter who had been conferred the title of princess. They had hoped to see what kind of person she was today. Initially, they thought she looked elegant and extraordinary, believing she must be a remarkable woman.
Now it seemed she was nothing special after all. Just someone who clung to power, with a rude and unreasonable temperament, acting arrogantly.
They couldn't help but wonder how she had managed to curry favor with the Empress Dowager to gain this title. As children of powerful families, although they didn't like it and wouldn't show it openly, it was best not to provoke her.
Everyone was lost in their own worries. Suddenly, a voice rang out from outside as a eunuch hurriedly approached Old Madam of the Night Family and said, "Not good! Not good! Old Madam, the Night General has returned!"
Upon hearing this, everyone was already on edge.
Mo Xier's heart was suddenly seized and then released.
She furrowed her brows and walked up to the eunuch, gripping his shoulders tightly as she asked, "What did you say? How could it be bad that he has returned?"
The eunuch felt a bit awkward being held like this, but he couldn't care less at the moment. He anxiously replied, "The Night General is dead. His body was escorted back by Lord Li."
"What?" The Ruyi in Mo Xier's hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound, shattering into pieces.
"The Night General formed factions for personal gain and betrayed military secrets to the enemy. He was killed by Liu Vice General and sent back..." the young eunuch whispered.
Mo Xier didn't catch the rest of what he said; she disregarded everything and ran outside, even leaving one of her shoes behind. Stumbling and tripping, she made her way to the north gate of the palace, which was designated for escorting prisoners.
A prison cart was being pulled in with great effort. The cold white marble covered the ground, and stepping on it felt like walking into a field of pure snow.
The sound of the wheels rolling echoed through the empty palace halls, and her heart sank little by little. Dead?
Is he really dead? Impossible, impossible! It can't be! She couldn't believe it; how could a good person just die like that?
She spread her arms and stood in front of the cart, causing it to stop. Leading the way was Li Qingfeng, a handsome but slender man who halted his horse and called out to her, "Step aside! A mere woman dares to obstruct me from reporting to the emperor? That is a capital offense!"
She raised the gilded token in her hand and declared, "I am Princess Fuyuan, the newly adopted daughter of the Empress Dowager. Who dares to touch me?!" Her voice was cold.
In the chilly wind, her long hair fluttered gently, and her brows and eyes were filled with an air of indifference and ruthlessness.
"Princess Fuyuan?" Li Qingfeng was taken aback, surprised at this unexpected turn of events. However, the token in her hand was undeniably real—a unique royal insignia.
It was genuine; how could it be forged? He helplessly waved his hand, ordering those around him to report to the emperor.
Mo Xier stumbled over to the prison cart and tightly grasped that cold hand, tears streaming down her face. "It can't be true! You’re not dead, right? Night Star, please wake up!"
Her hand gently caressed that familiar face—high nose bridge, thin red lips, handsome brows—now marred with dirt and blood, looking utterly disheveled.
Through the fence, she strained to reach out and probe his wounds, only to find a large area of dark red, dried blood on his chest.
"I don't want you to die, I don't want you to die! Night Star, you promised to protect me, you promised to marry me. Aren't you ancient people very feudal? You've seen everything about me; who am I supposed to marry in the future? Get up!"
Tears streamed down her face, large droplets falling from the corners of her eyes, each drop landing on his face and creating small patches of blood.
The man lying on the ground suddenly moved his lips, his voice so weak that she couldn't hear anything. Mo Xier felt a chill run through her; she instinctively thought it was just her imagination. She reached out to touch his nose and suddenly noticed a faint breath flowing, carrying a barely perceptible warmth.
She was taken aback and wanted to check his pulse, but the damned railing blocked her treatment. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't reach his wounds.
In a moment of anger, her long hair turned white. Her snow-white skin, contrasted by her white hair, seemed almost transparent, while her pale yellow dress made her look even more radiant.
Even Li Qingfeng and the others, who had seen many beauties, were stunned by her appearance—not just by her looks but also by the change in her hair.
How could this be? Was she seeing things? He rubbed his eyes in disbelief as he looked at the woman before him. It felt as if he had crossed over into another world; it was simply unbelievable.
Her long hair was as white as snow, and Mo Xier suddenly felt a powerful force surging within her.
She stood up, and with that surge of strength, she kicked the railing upward and broke the wooden barrier apart. Then she used the broken railing to clear away several obstacles nearby.
With a leap, she jumped onto the carriage and leaned over Night Star, gently kissing his dry, pale lips without any disdain for his dirtiness.
Their saliva mingled; Night Star seemed to sense it and opened his mouth in response, drawing her in.
Mo Xier transferred all the saliva in her mouth into his while her fingers explored his chest to check for wounds. Earlier, his voice had been weak, but she still heard it.
Buddha said that lovers have a spiritual connection. She felt the world within him and understood his words: "Water... water..."
Water; he needed water. But she had no water. The palace was so vast and far away—where could she quickly go to get some water?
"Night Star." Moments later, she stood up, breathing heavily, her face slightly flushed.
A voice beside her awkwardly called out, "Miss..." Looking up at the sound, she saw Jade's eyes filled with panic, and behind him stood the Bright Yellow Dragon Robe emperor.
At this moment, the emperor was gazing at her with a profound look, his eyes filled with complex emotions. She couldn't care less and shouted to Jade, "Quickly go get my medicine box, hurry!" Her voice was sharp, filled with an unprecedented urgency and heat.
"Your Majesty, just now this young lady's hair..."
Li Qingfeng was speaking when he suddenly stopped. He realized that Mo Xier's hair had inexplicably turned pitch black again, long and flowing like Following the Wind, showing no trace of the snowy white from earlier.
For a moment, he was at a loss for words, feeling as if he had just misseen it.
"What’s wrong?" Li Ye asked impatiently, his gaze fixed on Mo Xier not far away.
"The old minister just returned and was intercepted by this woman. She claims to be the Adopted Daughter of the Empress Dowager, preventing me from reporting back to Your Majesty. Please punish me, Your Majesty," Li Qingfeng said respectfully, his tone confident.
"Shut up!" The man in the Dragon Robe scolded impatiently, feeling a mix of emotions. The man lying in the prison cart was so filthy and wretched, yet she had pressed her lips against him without hesitation.
In broad daylight, this woman dared to commit such shameless acts.
Truly despicable! He felt an overwhelming anger inside him, but deeper within lay a profound jealousy and unwillingness!
At the same time, he felt relieved; surely Night Star would not live long. In the future, she would treat herself in the same way! Surely she would!
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