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Mo Xier said, "You know, the people here value a woman's chastity and reputation above all else. That day when you were gravely injured and taken away in a prison cart to the palace, it was I who, in front of everyone, lay on top of you and fed you water."
As she spoke, she buried her head deeply into his embrace, her voice soft yet filled with a hint of comfort. "My reputation has long been ruined. Although my chastity remains intact, in the eyes of others, I am already seen as an unchaste woman.
If it weren't for loving you, why would I have sacrificed so much? Why would I have cared for you tirelessly while you were injured? If I hadn't committed to you, why would I give you something more important than my life? I've told you before, if you don't survive, then neither will I."
Her voice was very calm, but her tone was exceptionally resolute.
Night Star suddenly felt no anger; instead, he realized that his heart had been too small and lacking in tolerance. This woman had given him so much, yet he had foolishly thought that one day she might change her heart. It was truly disheartening.
Thus, he held her tightly in his arms. "We need to choose a date soon to get married and then discuss it with Old Madam."
"Mm." In his embrace, she responded gently.
This night was destined to be a tumultuous one; some rejoiced while others worried. A great storm lurked in the heart of the imperial capital. Beneath the calm surface lay turbulent waves enveloping this splendid city. In ancient times, amidst vast skies and seas, human hearts bore the heaviest malice.
Old Madam did not sleep all night. The next day, Night Star brought Mo Xier to pay her respects. She appeared displeased. After recognizing the emperor, she felt even more disdain for this son of hers—he was not only not her biological child but also caused the emperor to harbor dissatisfaction towards her.
Recalling the emperor's furrowed brow and hateful gaze from that night made her heart ache.
"Get up," Old Madam said as she lifted her teacup and took a sip before coldly speaking.
The two young people exchanged glances. Finally, the man spoke up: "Empress Dowager, Son intends to marry Mo Xier in a few days. It wouldn't sound good for us to be seen like this now that Mo Xier is already Princess Fuyuan; we cannot disregard the royal family."
"What does your personal matter have to do with me?" Old Madam glared at Night Star with anger in her eyes. Her voice was filled with displeasure as she coldly looked at him, thinking that he had no right to mention the royal family when he had wronged them the most.
"Yes. Son understands," he replied respectfully, his tone devoid of any emotion.
"You are such a terrible mother, not even bothering to ask about your own son or show any concern."
Mo Xier couldn't hold back and interjected.
As soon as she spoke, the surrounding maidservants showed signs of panic, and even Xinrong beside her quietly tugged at her sleeve, whispering, "Miss."
She shook her head at Xinrong, signaling that it was fine. Now she was Princess Fuyuan; there was nothing to be afraid of.
"You dare to criticize me?" Old Madam said with an angry expression, displeased. Immediately after, she slammed her teacup onto the ground, shattering the ceramic and sending shards flying onto Night Star's face, leaving a streak of blood across his skin in an instant.
Out of respect, his expression remained cold, and he didn't make a sound.
Mo Xier felt immense pain for him. She stood up and pointed at Old Madam, saying, "Is this how you treat your own son? You are the most disgusting mother I have ever seen." She had never felt a father's love and had only relied on her mother.
She deeply understood the importance of a mother to a child. As a child, she longed for a perfect family with both a father and a mother.
But she could not receive her father's love. Her mother, fearing for her safety, doubled down on maternal affection. For this, she was grateful that her mother did not let her grow up with a twisted psyche.
However, Night Star's situation was different. He had no father since childhood, and his only mother treated him indifferently and even abused him in inhumane ways. In fact, when he was young, even servants were treated better than he was.
What kind of person is this? This Old Madam is simply a beast; as the saying goes, even a tiger does not eat its cubs!
How could a mother do this?
Maternal love is inherent to women. She speculated that if Night Star hadn't experienced such a childhood, he wouldn't have turned out so cold and heartless.
Recalling the first time she met him, he had looked so indifferent and emotionless, even his way of loving her seemed somewhat twisted.
That time he actually bound her up and imprisoned her in a room; it was truly disturbing.
Thinking about it, her gaze fell on Night Star beside her. His features were still so handsome, his demeanor commanding, and he still wore a cold expression. However, from those eyes, she saw the presence of consciousness.
He was no longer that indifferent, hollow existence devoid of emotion; he had become more like a person.
Just as she wanted to say something more, Old Madam stood up and walked in front of her, her gaze fixed intensely on her as she said, "Don't think that just because you are Princess Fuyuan, you can meddle in the affairs of the Night Family. This is a matter for the Night Family. Even if the Emperor were to come, he wouldn't be able to intervene, let alone a princess. And what are you? Demoness!"
Old Madam pointed at her nose and scolded her, spitting as she spoke, some saliva landing on her face. She froze for a moment, suddenly realizing how insignificant she truly was.
Standing there in a daze for a while, she finally couldn't help but take out a handkerchief to wipe her cheek and said disgustedly, "You're really disgusting; you just spat all over me. Did you brush your teeth this morning?"
This nearly made Old Madam faint with anger. She wanted to say more, but Mo Xier threw the used handkerchief on the ground and coldly said, "Whether you like it or not, this marriage between me and Night Star is settled. The date is in five days. You can come or not; it doesn't matter since I'm not marrying you."
"Demoness! Scoundrel!" Old Madam was furious and wanted to rush up to hit her but was stopped by Qinglong behind her. Qinglong's voice was cold and merciless. "Old Madam, please do not be angry; step back."
"How dare you stop me? You’re just a servant! Do you believe I won't have you killed immediately?!" Old Madam threatened, glaring fiercely at the handsome man before her.
The man remained calm and unafraid, still wearing that indifferent expression as he said, "I am under the general's command; my life and death should be determined by the general."
The implication was clear: Old Madam did not have that authority.
At noon, the sun shone brightly, and the fragrant scent of flowers wafted throughout the courtyard. The entire corridor was filled with a lazy atmosphere—a joyful scent.
Mo Xier sat with her legs crossed, eating fruits and pastries while flipping through a book in her hands. Each page depicted how weddings were conducted in ancient times—the decorations and procedures involved.
In ancient times, brides had to undergo training before getting married. Older matchmakers would come to teach brides what to pay attention to during their wedding night and how to cooperate with their husbands for intimate matters.
Uh... Mo Xier didn’t need anyone to teach her; being from modern times meant her thoughts were naturally more open-minded.
However, whenever the matchmaker talked about these things with her, it still felt strange and made her uncomfortable. So she sent the matchmaker away and continued to browse through the illustrated book herself.
It was a variety of bright red decorations, a fresh sight she had never seen before, unlike the modern white wedding dresses and black suits.
It was a genuine eight-bearer bridal sedan chair being carried out, but she felt troubled; she had no maternal family to carry her out from anywhere.
Thinking this way, she began to consider whether she should rent an inn and put it under her name. Not only could it serve as her maternal home, but she could also manage it later on and earn some money to spend.
With this thought in mind, she felt quite pleased and then asked, "Xinrong, bring me the guide map of our capital city, the one that includes location descriptions. Also, bring me my jadeite beads; they were a gift from Night Star, and I haven't had the chance to wear them yet."
Xinrong was sweeping the floor when she heard this. She paused her actions, giggled in response, and then walked out.
Her steps were quick. As she left, she touched the pocket at her chest and suddenly realized that her jadeite earrings were missing. A chill surged from deep within her heart, flooding into her chest.
When Qinglong came out from Old Madam's room, it was just after noon when the sun was at its peak. A faint floral fragrance wafted through the air. Passing by the corridor, he happened to see a maid squatting on the ground, crying with her head down, sobbing uncontrollably.
He approached, intending to scold her sternly but found that it was actually Xinrong, the maid beside the young lady.
So he softened his tone and asked, "Xinrong? What happened?"
Xinrong looked up with tears in her eyes and choked out, "I... I lost the young lady's jade earrings."
Qinglong frowned. His features were delicate and his facial lines soft, but there was a cold and unfeeling expression on his face. He said, "You should confess to the young lady. Miss Xi is kind and gentle; she won't punish you."
"No. No." Xinrong shook her head in refusal, her eyes red and tear-streaked as she said, "The young lady treats me so well; those were given to her by the general. She likes them very much. I don't want to make her sad."
She knew that Mo Xier would not punish her, but deep down, she still did not want to disappoint her mistress.
Moreover, Mo Xier treated her like a sister and never regarded her as a servant to be ordered around. Sometimes she even considered Xinrong's feelings, respected her opinions, and cared about her dignity—what kind of treatment was that for a servant?
Seeing the poor girl crying in front of him with shoulders as thin as paper trembling slightly, Qinglong couldn't bear it any longer. He squatted down and asked gently, "Where did you drop them? Let me help you look for them."
Xinrong shook her head, her delicate face resembling a duck egg, with clear and charming features that exuded an air of innocence and purity.
"I've searched everywhere, but there's only one place left that I haven't checked. It must have fallen there, but I'm too scared to go."
"Where?" Qinglong asked, his gaze subtly revealing concern.
"The place where the young lady and the general paid their respects this morning. I slipped a bit underfoot at that moment; it must have fallen to the ground then."
Xinrong's voice was soft, filled with worry and fear.
"In Old Madam's room?" Qinglong frowned; that was indeed a difficult place to enter.
He initially didn't want to get involved; his mission was simply to fulfill the general's orders without causing any unnecessary trouble.
However, looking at the maid before him, her eyelashes fluttering, large tears rolling down like pearls, and her clear eyes still holding a hint of youthful innocence, he felt a tug at his heart.
Though she wore ordinary servant's clothing, it looked so captivating on her. Every movement carried a certain spirit, and as she slightly smiled, her eyes and brows seemed to radiate charm.
It was an indescribable feeling; Qinglong had never seen anything like it in any other woman.
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