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Xinrong smiled lightly and said, "Miss, the guide map of the capital has been updated. It's been a long time since anyone in our residence used this, so we haven't bought a new one. I saw that you needed it, so I specially went out to buy a new one."
As she spoke, Xinrong pointed to the atlas on the table and said, "Here."
"Little girl, have you been out playing somewhere?" Mo Xier pursed her lips, not sounding accusatory. When she looked up and saw a pile of jade earrings on the table, a pair of transparent ornaments made of jade, her heart warmed involuntarily.
Thinking of that man made her heart swell; soon she would become his wife. How happy she felt.
Lost in thought, she gently closed her eyes. The face of the White-Clad Woman quietly appeared before her. Suddenly, she remembered something and shivered in surprise. She recalled her curiosity from that day.
She finally remembered why the face of the Empress Dowager felt familiar; she had seen this person before, not just seen but would see every day.
This person was Night Star!
The Empress Dowager had those elongated phoenix eyes that commanded respect from afar without anger. Night Star was similar, with sword-like brows and narrow phoenix eyes that narrowed dangerously like a fox watching its prey.
Moreover, there was one crucial point: the Empress Dowager was allergic to cilantro, and Night Star also never ate cilantro. Why was that? Could it be that Night Star was also allergic to cilantro?
If so, there must be some connection between the Empress Dowager and Night Star. Remembering Old Madam's cold attitude towards Night Star during the day puzzled her.
If he were her biological son, why treat him so harshly? Unless there were other hidden circumstances!
Thinking about this, Mo Xier began to recall all the historical dramas she had watched in modern times and suddenly thought of the tale from real history about the raccoon dog switching princes.
She suddenly remembered someone saying that novels are derived from life but are higher than life; all of this actually happened in reality and was filmed into television shows. The absurdity lies in feeling that it could never happen, yet it indeed did.
At this moment, Mo Xier suspected that such events were occurring around her. Since she had already experienced such an absurd time travel, it proved that nothing was impossible in this world.
She decided to ask Night Star about it tonight and then sneak into the ancestral hall.
Since Old Madam did not allow her to enter the ancestral hall, there must be something suspicious going on inside.
For ancient people, ancestral halls were the most important places, holding the secrets of a family. Inside, the names of ancestors and generations of descendants were recorded in the family tree, detailing their origins and lives.
Regarding this, Mo Xier, even if she did not live in ancient times, still knew a thing or two.
After thinking for a moment, she said to Xinrong beside her, "I want to eat these dishes tonight. Please ask the kitchen to prepare them. When the general returns in the evening, I want to have dinner with him."
"Understood," Xinrong replied. After that, she wrote down the names of several dishes on a piece of paper and made special notes about the seasonings.
In the evening, when Night Star returned, Mo Xier had already been waiting for him in the room. She personally helped him remove his outer robe and wiped his forehead with a damp cloth.
"You're back? Are you tired? I've prepared dinner; let's eat together."
Today, she was exceptionally gentle, her eyes filled with affection, resembling a pool of spring water—remarkably enchanting. He was slightly taken aback but filled with joy as he smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist, softly asking, "What did you prepare?"
Mo Xier gently took his hand and walked to the table. Looking at the sumptuous spread before them, she said, "Boiled fish, crystal-clear soup dumplings, three-flavored duck, shredded pork with green peppers, spicy shredded pork..."
As she spoke, she picked up a small piece of spicy shredded pork and placed it in Night Star's bowl. "Try this; I had the servants make it just for you."
She quietly observed Night Star's expression. He paused for a moment, frowned slightly, and then softly said to her, "Why does everything have cilantro? There's so much of it?"
"It's for flavor; adding more cilantro enhances the taste of the dishes. What's wrong?" She feigned innocence, looking surprised.
"I can't eat cilantro," Night Star said gently, reaching out to lightly touch her hair but afraid to dampen her spirits. "You eat it; I'll keep you company here while I drink."
"Why? Do you dislike these dishes?" Mo Xier asked playfully but with an unhappy expression.
Night Star was at a loss for words and could only stroke her hair gently while rubbing her cheek slightly. Then he said, "Silly girl, it's not that; I just have an aversion to cilantro."
"Aversion?" She looked up in disbelief, her gaze carefully scanning his face as if searching for something.
"Yes," he replied softly and then explained: "I don't know why, but ever since I was little, every time I eat cilantro, I feel nauseous. Not only do I vomit and have diarrhea, but I also get those red bumps all over my body for several days—itchy and painful."
Under the soft candlelight of orange yellow, his face appeared gentle, unlike the cold indifference he usually displayed. Mo Xier quietly observed him and realized he was not lying. As a medical student, she recognized this phenomenon as an allergy.
Moreover, based on her understanding of DNA inheritance, she believed that this person must have some connection to the Empress Dowager.
To confirm her suspicion, she couldn't help but ask, "Are there many people here who are allergic to cilantro?"
"Why do you ask that?" He looked at her suspiciously, his gaze wavering.
"Come on, come on, I'm just curious," she said, shaking his arm and acting cute.
Her petite figure resembled a clever little fox in his embrace.
Night Star couldn't help but chuckle at her demeanor and said helplessly, "There shouldn't be many. So this situation I have is called an allergy? You really are quite quirky." He affectionately stroked her back.
"Hehe." Snuggling in his arms, she giggled while plotting another plan in her mind.
Tonight, she must go to the ancestral hall to take a look. She didn't know where her courage came from; she just felt that her physical abilities would surely manifest in an extraordinary way. After all, she was an amnesiac female martial artist!
With this thought in mind, she made a silent decision.
"Wood," she whispered softly while nestled in his embrace.
"Mm." He replied, his long, fair fingers gliding through her hair.
"Have you ever thought about how life could change dramatically one day?" She asked with a half-smile, her tone casual yet hinting at whimsical ideas.
"Silly girl, what changes could there be? I will serve the royal family my whole life. The pleasures of life depend on the emperor's words; I fight bravely and battle on the battlefield. This is my life," he laughed.
"I mean if—if I said you wouldn't be a general anymore."
As she spoke, she lowered her voice, leaving the rest unsaid.
Night Star was taken aback, remaining silent for a long time, seemingly misunderstanding her meaning. After a while, as if he had made some kind of decision, he said, "If you don't like this kind of life, I can ask the emperor to resign from my position and take you to travel and enjoy life, engaging in business."
"Well..." She shook her head, pondering as she leaned closer to his ear, then lowered her voice to a whisper that only the two of them could hear. "I mean, if one day you became the emperor."
She did not finish her sentence because she didn't know how to express it or how to explain.
"What are you thinking? Silly girl."
He was startled, his eyes flashing with intensity before gradually softening as he looked at the woman before him. His voice was light, as if he were joking, trying to coax her.
Mo Xier smiled and tugged at his arm, insisting that he respond.
"I've never thought about that. If it really could be like that, I believe I would do better than him."
His voice was filled with grandeur and ambition. When he first spoke, there was a hint of uncertainty; he questioned whether he had truly never considered it.
Once upon a time, when he first found this White Hair little woman, did he really just wonder about her hair and the legends surrounding it?
He had always believed in one saying: if one obtained the White-Haired Woman who appeared once every three hundred years in the Heavenly Universe Kingdom, then whoever possessed her would conquer the world.
Ultimately, he still wanted to sit on this Empire. After all, more than half of the territory was conquered by his Night Family. With the new emperor ascending the throne, two-thirds of the power was also gained through his Night Star's battles.
Why shouldn't he have ambitions to eye the throne?
It was merely out of consideration for being a person who valued loyalty and friendship; he didn't want to ruin his brotherly bond with the emperor. After all, his Night Family had been loyal to the court for generations.
As he thought this over, a sudden doubt arose in his mind. "Mo Xi'er, what's wrong with you today? You're acting strange and asking these odd questions."
Mo Xier smiled lightly and said softly, "Because my imagination is running wild. You know? Although this body has lost its memory, its soul has gained another part of memory—memories from a distant kingdom where I lived for over twenty years."
She spoke these peculiar words that he completely couldn't understand and asked in surprise, "Imagination? Are you hurt?"
She twitched her lips slightly, ignored him, and turned to Xinrong, saying, "Xinrong, go ask the kitchen to bring up another table of dishes, without cilantro."
"Yes." Xinrong responded and curiously scratched his head, not asking any further questions.
The night deepened, the stillness of the dark night was like water. A crow flew by, leaving a few sharp cries that pierced the silence. The shadows of the branches swayed softly as the wind began to rise.
Mo Xier lay quietly on the bed with her eyes wide open, listening carefully to the sounds outside the door. After a while, the atmosphere in the air was calm, without a hint of anything unusual.
She swiftly sat up, pulled out the Night Cloak she had prepared from under the bed, put it on, and pushed open the window to observe the movements outside in the thick darkness.
The sound of wind and rustling leaves filled the air; there were no strange noises. Taking a deep breath, she leaped out.
She was merely testing her movements but did not expect to be so adept at it, her hands quick and nimble.
Just as she had envisioned, it turned out even better than expected.
Recalling the route from earlier in the day, she made her way toward where Old Madam lived.
Upon arriving, Mo Xier was surprised to find that she did not know which room was the ancestral hall and had no choice but to search one by one.
Though there was a fleeting thought of giving up in her mind, she gritted her teeth and persevered at the thought that she had finally taken action tonight and could not return empty-handed.
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