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Mo Xier's appearance was striking, her skin as smooth as snow.
He reached out, gently placing his hand on her cheek. With her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed like distant mountains, he was startled and quickly withdrew his hand, fearing he might wake the Fair Lady before him.
With a light wave of his hand, a surge of internal energy swept towards the nearby candlestick. With a crack, the burning candle was instantly extinguished, releasing wisps of white smoke.
Outside the window, moonlight quietly poured in, casting mottled shadows of trees onto the green porcelain tiles inside, shimmering with a hazy glow. He felt an unprecedented sense of tranquility and peace.
At this moment, Night Star was immensely enjoying such beauty and serenity when the sound of cicadas echoed from outside. He suddenly paused and gently sat up from the edge of the bed.
The sound of cicadas carried the thick humidity of summer into the room. He carefully put on his shoes and stepped outside, gently closing the door behind him.
The night outside was pitch black, with no sight of distant scenery in the dense darkness; faint moonlight fell upon the ground. It was so dark that he could not see his own hand in front of him. In the distance, branches swayed, and birds occasionally landed on them, letting out mournful cries.
Night Star draped his clothes over his shoulders and said coldly, "What’s wrong?"
A shadow fell to the ground as a figure tucked away a whistle. The earlier cicada sounds had come from him; it was Qinglong, tall and handsome.
Qinglong landed swiftly on the ground, bowing his head and kneeling on one knee. "General, there is something happening at Night Manor tonight."
"What kind of situation?" Night Star waved his hand dismissively, his expression devoid of any emotion, calm and unreadable.
"My subordinate..." Qinglong hesitated for a moment before continuing. "My subordinate discovered traces indicating that the Chancellor has been here tonight."
"Uncle?" Night Star furrowed his brows in surprise. Upon reflection, he realized he hadn't had any recent entanglements with Jiang Huai or any dealings in court affairs.
He swept a glance at the cold-faced Qinglong on the ground and impatiently said, "Continue."
"The subordinate discovered that after the emperor left, the Chancellor entered Old Madam's room through the back door of the Night Family. It was too far away, and fearing that the Chancellor might have Shadow Guards with him, I couldn't get close enough to hear what they were saying."
After speaking, Qinglong hesitated for a moment, looking as if he wanted to say something but held back.
His master frowned slightly and said calmly, "You secretly investigated Old Madam?" His tone was somewhat displeased, tinged with irritation.
Even though his relationship with Old Madam had been poor over the years and there was no mother-son bond between them, he could not allow his subordinates to question his mother.
After all, Old Madam was still his mother; this concerned the rules and decorum of the Night Family as well as the reputation of the General's residence.
"I'm sorry." Qinglong bowed his head, his voice clearly trembling with fear, his body shaking.
Night Star kicked him in the chest, sending him flying against a nearby red-painted wooden pillar. He lay on the ground for a moment before slowly getting up and returning to his master's side.
Seeing him looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, Night Star couldn't help but ask, "What do you want to say?"
A metallic taste surged in Qinglong's mouth as he forced himself to swallow the blood. "General, a few days ago, I discovered that the Chancellor secretly came to our residence at night, also looking for Old Madam."
"What?" Night Star asked, his reaction one of intense surprise.
He simply couldn't understand why his uncle would come to see his mother in the middle of the night. If there was something to discuss, why not do it during the day? He pondered this for a while in silence, and an eerie quiet filled the air.
In this extreme stillness, the handsome man wore a thin garment with a black satin cloak embroidered with gold threads draped over his shoulders. His long hair fell messily over them, and his long eyebrows framed a face full of vigor.
The cold wind blew gently, causing his long hair to become disheveled, and a chilling aura surrounded him. He sighed lightly and looked up at the Azure Dragon, saying, "You continue to observe and see what they are up to."
After speaking, he patted the Azure Dragon's shoulder as a gesture of reassurance.
The Azure Dragon was slightly surprised by his actions, never expecting the usually cold general to show such an expression. It was a softness he had never seen before, and even the recent reassurance felt like an experience he had never encountered.
Miss Xi—no, Princess Fuyuan—had truly changed the general too much.
In the past, the general had always been indifferent and ruthless. His heart was as hard as steel, devoid of any warmth. He would command them, his subordinates, with decisiveness, leaving no room for hesitation.
But what about the current general?
Thinking this way, the Azure Dragon gritted his teeth and firmly spoke up, "A few days ago, after Prime Minister Jiang came out of Old Madam's room, I followed him but accidentally got discovered by the Prime Minister.
However, I can guarantee that the Prime Minister does not know who I serve." He paused for a moment before continuing, "I discovered that prior to this, the Prime Minister and Old Madam seemed to be discussing matters related to the Emperor..."
He deliberately lowered his voice, fearing that the heavy night might eavesdrop and relay it to the unseen puppet master controlling everything from behind.
"The Emperor?" The handsome man murmured in confusion. What did this have to do with his good brother?
Moreover, today Old Madam had specifically hosted a banquet for the Emperor. Could there really be some connection between them?
What could it be? No matter how he thought about it, Night Star could not figure out how the Prime Minister, the loyal minister's widow, and the Emperor could possibly be linked together.
It was an invisible web where every clue seemed locked away by a padlock without a key.
What he needed to do was to think of various ways to pick the lock and explore its secrets.
However, this was not a problem that could be solved quickly. Thinking this, he spoke up, "From now on, when I'm with her, you need to be careful, especially when she's asleep."
As he said this, he glanced toward the inner room, his expression softening as he continued, "Don't make too much noise; I don't want to disturb her."
After all, she had gone through so much for him. Night Star's tone was cold, making it hard to imagine that such gentle words would one day come from his mouth.
Qinglong was taken aback and suddenly realized that after coming out of the room, the general had been speaking to him in a deliberately lowered voice.
It dawned on him that it was probably his own voice that had been too loud, which prompted the general to kick himself hard; he deserved the suffering.
It wasn't because of Old Madam; it was just that the general was such a shy and cold person who must have cared a lot about appearances.
Not wanting to speak directly, he chose to demonstrate his thoughts through simple and blunt actions, then intentionally adhered to Old Madam's rules to condemn himself!
Thinking this way, Qinglong suddenly felt that his wound no longer hurt; instead, a smile crept onto his lips—one so light it almost came from the heart.
He saw the general's face turn pale as he glared at him with an ominous expression and asked in a chilling tone, "What are you laughing at?"
The general's face was grim. He suddenly found it hard to laugh, but he felt that the general's demeanor was not as terrifying as usual; there seemed to be a hint of cuteness amidst the coldness.
"Continue investigating; go on."
Night Star's voice was cold as he turned and walked back into the room. The person on the soft couch was still quietly asleep. In the dark night, her face emitted a faint glow—a youthful glow that radiated beauty.
A few days later in the palace, Li Ye was reviewing memorials in the Imperial Study. The memorial reported on the flooding in Border City, as reported by Li Qingfeng, which had left the people homeless.
He was furious. Not long ago, the court had allocated a large amount of Silver Ingots to Border City. How could there be flooding again so soon? In previous years, the court had sent the largest supplies to Border City to repair the dam and prepare for flood control.
Yet, after just a few days of rain, the dam had collapsed.
He simply could not understand what those people had used to build the dam—was it all made of straw and mud?
Li Ye slammed the memorial down, his expression icy. A eunuch beside him brought up another memorial, and he glanced at it briefly.
It detailed the situation regarding the Three Major Tribes.
It seemed that the morale of our troops was high, and they would soon return victorious. In just a few days, Liu Qiankun would be back with his men.
This memorial did not ease his mind; instead, it made him even more irritable. The thought that Night Star, who should have died long ago, was not only alive but also under the protection of the Empress Dowager filled him with gloom.
Moreover, the woman who should have belonged to him was currently in Night Star's residence. Just thinking about their affectionate and tender moments drove him into a frenzy of jealousy, as if a fierce serpent were writhing and roaring within him, causing discomfort from head to toe.
"Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager requests an audience."
Suddenly, a clear female voice rang out from outside. The voice was soft and devoid of desire or hope. Dressed in blue garments, her slender figure resembled an ethereal spirit untouched by worldly affairs. She quietly approached his door and announced loudly.
He turned his gaze sharply, looking coldly at the girl. "Did I summon you?" he said coldly.
"But the Empress Dowager..." Green Wisteria's voice weakened significantly, tinged with some apology.
"I understand. Don't be so reckless in the future. The Imperial Study is a place of great importance; as a delicate woman, you shouldn't easily step inside." The Emperor's voice was cold.
The eunuch Zhang Zehai noticed the Emperor's displeased expression and echoed, "Did you hear that? Hurry up and leave."
Green Wisteria, blushing, hurriedly retreated. The Emperor had intended to scold her, but thinking of her connection to the Empress Dowager, he forced himself to hold back.
Green Wisteria was a good friend of Mo Xier. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind; it seemed he had found a way to see the woman he loved.
With a mix of joy and anticipation, he made his way to the Empress Dowager's palace. Inside, the Jade was magnificent and luxurious. As he walked further in, he entered a Buddha Hall.
The Buddha Hall was elegantly decorated, with a statue of Buddha prominently displayed above. Below it were incense burners, and the faint scent of sandalwood filled the room. The rhythmic sound of wooden fish echoed, creating a calming atmosphere that suddenly brought peace to one's heart.
The Empress Dowager sat with her eyes closed, exuding an imposing presence. Her demeanor commanded respect without needing to show anger; she seemed like a woman born to be above others.
In a calm tone, she asked, "Why didn't the Emperor attend morning court today?"
"Son is not in the mood," Li Ye replied honestly, lowering his head with an expression of shame.
"What troubles the Emperor so much? Share it with me," she said evenly, her fingers continuously moving the purple sandalwood beads in her hand.
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