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As the soft waist swayed, Mo Xier rapidly transitioned through various sword stances, her movements flowing like water. The sword struck at unexpected angles, and with a light touch of her toes on the ground, it was evident that she had a solid martial arts foundation.
Those who understood would surely be greatly impressed.
Her long skirt fell gracefully, the jeweled fabric swaying gently, while the vibrant red lotus dress at her waist accentuated her delicate figure.
Combined with the steady and precise force of her strikes, it highlighted the beauty before them with an air of nonchalance.
It was a kind of graceful yet fragile heroism, a beauty that words could not adequately describe.
As the horse racing music reached its peak, the strings of the Erhu became increasingly intense.
Mo Xier herself did not know why her movements flowed so effortlessly, agile and swift, as if they were forming naturally without any control. There was a force within her body that seemed to burst forth little by little.
It was a familiar yet strange sensation, as if it were her own power that she had forgotten.
At the same time, the image of the White-Clad Woman resurfaced in her mind. The woman's movements were unique and fluid. Her form was agile and nimble, like a spirited little bird.
Yet her face was adorned with tears; her expression was filled with sorrow and despair. In that moment, Mo Xier suddenly noticed that there was a spot of Cinnabar on the woman's forehead.
It was a bright red Cinnabar, as fiery as if it could pierce one's eyes. So hot and bright, it was blinding.
A sudden shock coursed through her heart, and for some reason, she felt an unprecedented sense of panic.
That panic brought unease and strangeness. Although she understood that it was herself—her former self—the original owner of this body—the profound despair and sorrow were bewildering.
Suddenly, a sharp pain struck her chest, making it hard to breathe. An uncomfortable feeling surged within her; it hurt so much...
She could barely breathe... She waved the jade flute as beads of sweat began to form on her forehead, and her brows slightly furrowed.
The crimson garment enveloped her like fire, making it painfully bright in her eyes.
Mo Xier's action shocked everyone around her. The wealthy young ladies and noblemen present all displayed expressions of astonishment.
Li Ye, high above, remained expressionless, but from his piercing gaze, one could see a mix of admiration and desire to possess.
Green Wisteria quietly observed the beautiful woman at the center of the scene.
Her face resembled the most splendid peony, vibrant and captivating. Looking towards the emperor intensified the bitterness in her heart. At that moment, she suddenly understood Noble Ning's feelings and found herself unconsciously aligning with Noble Ning's side, glancing sideways.
Night Star showed a look of surprise; his frosty expression became even colder, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up with a hint of satisfaction.
However, the thought of so many people admiring his woman's beauty made him angry, an unprecedented rage. His woman's charm was something only he should behold.
He never expected this little woman to possess such profound abilities; it truly was remarkable.
His gaze quietly scrutinized her every move. Suddenly, he felt she was not dancing, nor was she a gentle and talented woman; instead...
Night Star was startled. How could this be? He was taken aback by his own thoughts, realizing he was thinking of the words "Martial Arts Master."
As he pondered this, his starry eyes deepened further, looking into the abyss as he sought Mo Xier's direction.
He quietly observed her every action and technique, gradually breaking into a cold sweat. He was astonished to discover that this woman's methods were unique; if they were to spar, he would likely have to concede defeat!
How could this be? He had always been the one protecting this woman. Time and again, when she faced attacks, she had never shown such astonishing prowess. Why was that?
Could it be related to her white hair?
Thinking about it, he felt a mix of surprise and suspicion as he recalled a few individuals from Penglai Nation he had encountered recently, one of whom was a tall and handsome man named Jiang Wei.
Could it be related to Mo Xi'er? It's just that that group of people acts extremely secretly, even the Azure Dragon couldn't find any information.
What could be the reason?
Thinking this way, his gaze gradually deepened.
Suddenly, he remembered that when he first found this woman, she told him she had amnesia. It seems to be true; Mo Xi'er has forgotten something. What exactly is it?
All of a sudden, a sharp pain struck his head. For some reason, an inexplicable sadness surged from the depths of his heart.
The sound of the Erhu grew harsh and intense, speeding up even more, making one feel frightened yet filled with surging passion. Night Star covered his forehead, feeling as if he were under a spell, uncomfortable beyond measure.
Then, with a snap, the string broke.
The music stopped. Mo Xi'er was covered in fine beads of sweat, her body swayed slightly, almost falling to the ground. Fortunately, Xinrong was quick-eyed and immediately stepped forward to support her.
"Miss, are you alright?" Xinrong approached with concern.
Mo Xi'er shook her head and raised her eyes to look in the direction of the Empress Dowager.
The Empress Dowager's eyes were filled with admiration, and soon after, a wave of enthusiastic applause erupted around her—applause like she had never seen before.
"I truly did not misjudge; Princess Fuyuan is indeed my Adopted Daughter!" the Empress Dowager praised.
"Thank you for your favor, Empress Dowager."
Mo Xi'er cupped her hands and returned to her seat. Her mind was spinning; the scenes she had just recalled lingered on, feeling somewhat dreamlike—as if she were trapped in a dream. But what was that waking pain?
Why is it like this? Remembering the shoulder armor adorned with the Azure Dragon pattern, she felt somewhat incredulous. Is all of this really true? Did Night Star truly betray her?
Noble Ning sat silently in her seat, her face full of jealousy and suspicion, while Consort Mei beside her was all smiles, exuding a youthful innocence.
After the performance ended, she took the initiative to pull Mo Xier's arm, chatting and laughing. Mo Xier naturally liked the kind-hearted Consort Mei, unlike others in the palace who made her feel stifled.
Yan Ruyu also approached with enthusiasm, holding a bone fan and walking over gracefully. "Princess Fuyuan, would you care to enjoy the moon with me? The moonlight is particularly beautiful tonight, and you look so lovely."
Before he could finish speaking, a warm and strong hand grasped Mo Xier's waist.
With a slight pull, Mo Xier found herself enveloped in a broad and sturdy embrace that carried the scent of travel and a unique masculine allure.
It was a warmth that only Night Star could provide.
She looked up and met a cold face, stern and composed, with a high nose bridge and thin lips—a handsome and dashing countenance.
His exquisitely chiseled features were captivating, making him stand out in the crowd.
He was coldly staring at the man in front of them, whose face was blooming with charm and whose smile was as warm as spring, as if two extremes had collided, creating a clash of cold and hot air around them.
He spoke coldly, "Princess Fuyuan has already made an appointment with me; Your Highness cannot go back on your word."
Mo Xier snorted softly, "That’s not certain."
Night Star's gaze suddenly turned icy as he warned her with an intense look, "Really?" Mo Xier was startled and quickly shook her head. "I wouldn’t dare; I was just joking."
"That’s very good." Night Star finally nodded in satisfaction, revealing a gentle smile.
He smiled at Yan Ruyu across from him, noticing his expression freeze as he looked at Mo Xier with a strange look.
Consort Mei understood the situation well; being someone who had been through similar experiences, she had heard about Princess Fuyuan's affairs.
How could one not understand the situation before them? Naturally, it was best to take a step back, remain silent, and observe quietly.
"Nonsense, how could I not know you invited her? Isn't there a matter of priority?" Yan Ruyu said somewhat displeased, her face slightly flushed.
At this moment, quite a few people had gathered around, many curious eyes casting glances in their direction, with a strong hint of gossip in their gazes.
After all, these were two handsome young men, one cold and one warm—a rare spectacle indeed.
Moreover, Night Star was not one to speak much; he was extremely indifferent, exuding an icy demeanor that made people hesitant to approach him. He was like a thousand-year frost, causing many girls to avoid even looking at him. Those who got too close felt a chill down their spines.
With such thoughts, the crowd's focus naturally fell on Mo Xier.
What was so special about this Empress Dowager's Adopted Daughter that she could attract the attention of two handsome young men at once?
"Do you dare to defy me?" Night Star said coldly.
"And what will you do? Is there anything particularly special about Night General compared to ordinary people?" Yan Ruyu replied calmly, her voice still warm like a spring breeze, with a faint smile on her face. However, Mo Xier could detect the subtle mockery in her tone.
"Then let the princess choose for herself," he said, directing his gaze toward the woman standing quietly nearby, her expression frozen in shock. He spoke with commanding authority.
Mo Xier's lips twitched; she truly couldn't comprehend what had happened with White Hair. She looked toward Consort Mei for help with pleading eyes.
All she saw was Consort Mei smiling at her, helplessly shrugging her shoulders as if to say it was her choice.
"Hey, what are you two arguing about?" Mo Xier stepped between them, blocking their gazes and looking displeased at Night Star.
Earlier, Night Star had ignored her and walked away, which made her quite unhappy. Now, not only was he not trying to appease her, but he was also sulking at her—what a jerk!
"Princess, you choose. Do you want me to accompany you to admire the moon, or do you prefer this stubborn brat in front of you?"
Night Star's tone was calm but laced with sarcasm, his eyes filled with mockery as he looked at the handsome man before him who smiled like a tiger, wishing he could just eliminate him.
"Princess, don't abandon me! I'm completely devoted to you," Yan Ruyu said with a hurt expression, his eyes sparkling with charm as he looked at Mo Xier with a pitiful gaze. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly in a smug manner, as if declaring war on Night Star.
This only made Night Star even more irritated.
Mo Xier was stunned, watching Yan Ruyu act coyly. She felt an unexpected sense of amazement; this man was even more beautiful than many women. How could someone like him exist?
Yan Ruyu looked at her with a pitiful expression, his eyelashes fluttering gently like a bird's wings.
She couldn't help but reach out to touch him.
This action shocked everyone present.
What they didn't know was that when she was very young, she had a wish to grow long eyelashes that fluttered like little butterflies—so enchanting. The boy from the neighboring house had such eyes, adorned with long eyelashes.
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