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When she was young, her father passed away, and she lived a life of hardship with her mother. Later, things improved; she excelled in her studies and became a genius in the medical field.
Many wealthy people came to her for treatment, but then she found herself in another world.
Fate is truly capricious!
She lamented inwardly, drawing a dagger from her waist and cutting into her wrist, swearing with four fingers pointed to the sky, "I swear by my blood spilled on Xuanyuan, to make this vow!"
Beneath her fair and smooth skin, faint blue veins pulsed slightly. The cold dagger pressed against her skin, its sharp edge intent on slicing through.
Suddenly, a voice called from outside the door. A sharp voice announced, "The Emperor commands that Princess Fuyuan immediately go to the Prison of Heaven to treat Rebel Night Star. This is an imperial decree."
Immediately after, the sound of clashing iron echoed at the entrance as a heavy door was pushed open. The creaking of the door hinges startled those inside, and a faint ray of sunlight streamed in, stinging her eyes.
Instinctively covering her eyes, the eunuch Zhang Zehai entered with a beaming smile, bowing slightly in a gesture of invitation. "Your Highness, you must hurry; it's a matter of life and death!"
She nodded, tears of excitement streaming down her cheeks as she stumbled out. In her haste, the corner of her clothing snagged on a rusty nail at the doorway, tearing it open.
Her fair legs were fully exposed; what had been a pleated skirt now transformed into a split dress, the fabric adorned with countless stars becoming sharper in appearance.
A wild and unique beauty emerged, intensified by the crimson blood on her shoulders and wrists.
She couldn't find the direction to the prison. Ahead, guards pointed her way, but her impatient anxiety urged one of them to quicken his pace.
When she arrived at the Prison of Heaven, the man was already lying on the ground, his complexion even paler than before, and his breath weaker. In an instant, she knelt down and ordered someone to prepare everything.
She instructed Xinrong to fetch a basin of warm water. She dipped a warm towel into it and gently wiped the rotting wound on his chest, applying medicine little by little.
In her urgent helplessness, she suddenly noticed nine exquisite medicine bottles of various sizes in the medicine box. She recalled that a few days ago, when she was injured on her face, the emperor had given her those precious medicines, which she had hardly used and were now all here.
Carefully, she poured out the contents of each bottle and applied the powder to his wound. Finally, she used a knife to cut away all the rotten flesh from his chest.
She gasped in shock and softly opened her mouth to comfort him, speaking as if soothing a child: "Stubborn fool, hold on. It will be over soon."
Clenching her teeth, she slowly inserted the knife into his flesh, scraping away the most rotten and pus-filled part. She had already checked; the wound did not penetrate his heart but was several centimeters away from it, intersecting with the lung area.
It hadn't harmed his heart or lungs, indicating that whoever had stabbed him either showed mercy or missed their mark.
However, based on this position and the traces of the wound, it seemed more likely that they had shown mercy. But why?!
Mo Xier was puzzled as she slowly observed the familiar expression on his face lying on the ground. His brows were slightly furrowed, and he let out a few hoarse groans of pain, looking extremely uncomfortable.
She couldn't bear to look; she couldn't imagine what kind of pain her beloved was enduring, yet she felt powerless.
In this era, there were no anesthetics or painkillers.
All burdens had to be borne by him alone. His voice was already hoarse beyond recognition; he couldn't speak, and the sounds he made were extremely unpleasant. She gently reassured him: "It's okay, it's almost over."
With determination, she gradually pulled the knife out. After rewrapping the bandages and cleaning his body, she waved her hand at those nearby and said, "Carry him out for me and take him to my room."
The person beside her, Mian Mian, was at a loss for what to do. She frowned slightly and said sternly, "Do you really not treat me as a princess? If I report this to the Empress Dowager, you will all lose your heads. Moreover, since the Emperor has decided to let me save him, it means he is not a Rebel. How much longer are you going to drag this out?"
"Yes." The people around her looked troubled, and the next moment they all rushed forward to lift the person on the ground. Mo Xier felt an immense pain in her heart and kept reminding them, "Be careful, be careful."
It wasn't until the third day that Night Star showed some improvement; his mind began to clear slightly, but he was still confused and unaware of what had happened.
Mo Xier stayed by his side day and night without rest, calling for the maid to prepare medicine for him herself. The medicine needed to be administered three times a day, and sometimes when he couldn't take it, she would drink it herself and then feed it to him directly.
The bitter and thick medicinal liquid flowed into her mouth, and she felt an unprecedented heartache for the man before her.
This man she thought about day and night, this man she worried about constantly, the one she dreamed of without fail. Only heaven knew how much she missed him.
At this moment, this man lay quietly in front of her, his clean face, handsome features, and sharp eyes. His high nose bridge and thin lips exuded an alluring charm.
Seeing beads of sweat forming on his forehead, she personally prepared a basin of warm water, dampened a towel slightly, and carefully wiped his forehead and body.
She touched his broad hands, calloused from years of battle. Every inch of him made her heart ache unbearably.
"Mo Xi'er, have you been well lately?"
Suddenly a soft female voice came from behind. Mo Xier looked up to see a graceful woman in green standing behind her, smiling warmly at her. She radiated an aura untouched by worldly affairs; there was no trace of dust or chaos about her. She remained as ethereal as ever.
Mo Xier sighed softly in her heart and suddenly remembered that she hadn't groomed or dressed herself for several days, feeling a wave of shame wash over her.
Green Wisteria stepped forward gently and touched her hand with concern. "How is he? Is he still not getting better?"
She shook her head, forcing a smile that was tinged with bitterness. "It's been up and down. His temperature has come back a bit, but he is still severely anemic. He has been running a low fever, feeling cold all over. My heart feels like it's going to freeze." She clutched her chest, feeling a heavy darkness suffocating her.
"Has the Emperor not come?" Green Wisteria furrowed her brows, her tone laden with meaning.
"The Emperor? What would he come for?" She raised her brows in surprise, puzzled.
"Oh, it's nothing." Green Wisteria felt a bit awkward, afraid that her thoughts would be exposed.
Mo Xier frowned, impatiently saying, "This is all his fault. What face does he have to show? If he comes, I won't welcome him."
Green Wisteria secretly blamed herself for overthinking and cursed herself for doubting Mo Xier, feeling guilty towards Buddha and their friendship.
With a sigh, she approached the bedside to look at the man lying there. He murmured softly in his sleep, his face handsome yet cold, bearing a slight resemblance to the Empress Dowager. In that moment, she was taken aback by her own thoughts.
How could two unrelated people be similar? Moreover, although the Empress Dowager shared some features with this man, from her perspective, the Empress Dowager was high above and could not be compared to such a lowly person.
As she pondered this and was about to speak of something else, she suddenly understood what the man on the bed was saying.
"Mo Xi'er, Mo Xi'er..."
It turned out he was calling Mo Xier's name. Just as Mo Xier had said to her, it seemed he truly loved her. Thinking of this made Green Wisteria feel a twinge of jealousy.
How wonderful it would be if such a beautiful man could love her instead.
At that moment, in the Night Family's ancestral hall, an elegantly dressed older man sat across from Old Madam, wearing a half-smile that hinted at deeper meanings as he looked at her.
Old Madam pondered for a moment before speaking to Prime Minister Jiang, "What are you saying?"
Jiang Huai smiled and said to Old Madam, "I mean, do you still miss your son?"
Old Madam paused briefly and immediately replied, "Of course I miss him. I think about him day and night. How could a mother not love her own flesh and blood? Every time I see that wretched child, my heart feels as if it's being fried in oil; that kind of pain of separation, I believe you wouldn't understand, Prime Minister."
"What about recognizing him?" Jiang Huai said coldly, with a hint of depth in his voice.
"What?" Old Madam was shocked, staring wide-eyed at him, unsure if he was serious or joking. "How can you joke about something so important?!" Old Madam was somewhat angry.
Jiang Huai steadied himself and lowered his voice seriously, "I'm serious. Doesn't your sister miss her son very much? Then let's recognize him."
"That's easier said than done! This is a major issue; if handled poorly, my son's position could be precarious."
Old Madam showed some signs of being moved but bit her teeth and still refused.
Prime Minister Jiang saw Old Madam's thoughts shifting and continued to persuade her, "Think about it; if the emperor secretly recognizes us, then the Heavenly Universe Kingdom will belong to us."
"No! This is too dangerous!" Old Madam firmly rejected.
"Not only that, we can also ask Night Star to help the emperor consolidate his foundation and wage war; it would be a win-win situation. Why not take advantage of it?"
Prime Minister Jiang said this in a very low voice, afraid that it might leak out inadvertently.
Old Madam's expression slightly changed as she seemed to hesitate. She didn't care for the world; she just wanted her son and wished to hear her biological son call her 'mother' in her lifetime.
But such a simple wish has now become a luxury.
Jiang Huai saw her thoughts shifting unpredictably, so he stood up and said lightly, "Think it over carefully. We can talk about it later." With that, he turned and walked away.
Outside, the night was thick and dark; he hadn't realized when the sky had turned black. It had still been bright when he arrived, but he had spent too much time playing chess with Old Madam.
Playing chess is inherently significant; one can gauge a player's thoughts through their moves. Chess is like probing into a person's mind. Based on his understanding of Old Madam's character and his earlier observations, he estimated that he was sure to win.
After leaving Night Manor, Jiang Huai headed toward his Prime Minister's Residence. In the pitch-black night, suddenly a figure flashed past him and disappeared into the darkness.
He was startled and immediately sprang into action, using the rooftops for leverage to closely pursue. He followed the figure into an alley but lost sight of them completely.
He dropped down from the rooftop to the ground, wiping the sweat from his forehead, panting heavily; after all, he was getting old and his body wasn't what it used to be.
In the past, he would have certainly caught up with that Little Thief and apprehended them.
However, Jiang Huai felt a slight doubt—was that person truly a Little Thief or an enemy sent to spy on Night Manor?
If it were the latter, then it would be troublesome.
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