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The night breeze was chill, as cold as water, blowing into her clothes.
The black cuffs fluttered, highlighting her figure with a heroic elegance, presenting a different kind of delicacy. Mo Xier thought to herself that it would be great if she could take selfies in the modern world; posting one on social media would definitely be incredibly cool!
However, things did not go as she wished. As soon as she stepped into a room and saw various altars, she was captured.
Strangely, the moment she entered that room, she caught a whiff of a peculiar fragrance. Her legs suddenly went weak, and she fell to the ground, her limbs powerless but her mind still clear.
This is bad, I've fallen into a trap!!! she thought, and just then, a bright light pierced her eyes.
The glaring brightness made her pupils constrict instantly; almost instinctively, she tightly shut her eyes, leaving her vision in a state of confusion.
In an instant, she covered her eyes with her hands and instinctively twisted her waist to spring up from the ground, maintaining a defensive posture. But she forgot that her limbs were weak and powerless; as soon as she exerted herself, a soft sensation melted away her strength.
All the energy felt trapped within her body, making her feel quite uncomfortable.
In a flash, she finally saw everything in front of her. The Old Madam strode out from the darkness with an air of superiority, accompanied by the young maid from earlier. Another Old Woman approached and bound her up.
Tightly restrained on one side, she struggled a few times but couldn't break free. Angrily, she said, "You have some nerve to plot against this princess."
She displayed an air of disdainful confidence that she had learned when fighting with other children on the streets during her childhood.
This ability made people perceive her as extremely cold; her demeanor exuded an icy nature from deep within. The slightest raise of an eyebrow seemed to suggest that something significant would happen.
This skill was something she had honed through experience; whenever she showed that expression, other children dared not approach her.
At this moment, she wore the same expression, glaring fiercely at the old woman who had bound her. The old woman had intended to slap her, but under the pressure of her gaze, she hesitated and retreated, standing in place unsure of how to proceed.
"Mo Xier, you Demoness, do you really think you are a princess? The royal bloodline is exalted; how can it accommodate someone like you, a mere pretender?"
The Old Madam scolded harshly as she slowly sat down on the stool in front of her, raising an eyebrow slightly while gently stroking a jade bracelet on her wrist.
"Even if I am not born of royal blood, I am recognized by the Empress Dowager. My position is higher than yours; what can you do about it? If you lay a finger on me, I will tell Night Star."
Mo Xier paused for a moment, uncomfortably twisting her tightly bound body. She glanced at the memorial tablet above and understood clearly in her heart. Then she continued, "Moreover, I have discovered the secrets of your Night Family. If you don’t want me to reveal them, you better let me go, you old hag!"
She cursed and spat at the Old Madam with disdain.
"What do you know? Go ahead and tell me," the Old Madam said with a smile that was not quite a smile, looking at the struggling Mo Xier on the ground. Her expression was inscrutable, making it impossible to guess what she was thinking.
Mo Xier felt disgusted by the old woman's sinister face. After thinking for a moment, she finally decided to feign an air of mystery and said, "Old Madam, don’t you think something is missing from this memorial tablet? The offerings before are all ancestors; according to tradition, even if descendants are still alive, for the prosperity and continuation of the family, living people should be listed below."
After saying this, she looked meaningfully at the Old Madam's suddenly pale face and smiled, "But why don’t I see Xingchen? Instead, there’s an extra Jiajing. Who is this Jiajing? It sounds so familiar; where have I heard it before? Could it be Xingchen's childhood name?"
With that, she burst into loud laughter, her laughter wild and unrestrained. The Old Madam's expression changed immediately to one of pale horror.
A surge of anger arose within her as she hissed fiercely, "You have such audacity! How dare you intrude upon the ancestral hall? Do you know that since this is a secret, speaking about it means death? Do you think I will let you leave alive?"
"Whether I live or die is up to you to decide, Old Madam. Don’t forget that the Emperor favors me greatly. Even if you kill me, he will investigate this matter thoroughly. Besides, I am now the Empress Dowager's Adopted Daughter. The disappearance of Princess Fuyuan is a major event; even if they turn over the entire imperial capital, they will find out."
Mo Xier smiled with confidence; her charming face appeared even more alluring under the Candlelight.
Especially tonight, she wore a black Night Cloak, the deep color accentuating her skin, which was as pale as paper, making her appear half like a jasmine flower.
In such a state, Little Bean Sprout was left dumbfounded. When she had just revealed that secret, she suddenly felt she had heard something she shouldn't have.
But who is Jiajing? Is he a general? She had never heard this name before. This young lady really had a lot of courage to dare to sneak into the ancestral hall at night; this was the forbidden area of the Night Family, and ordinary people could not enter.
Originally, she was about to go to sleep, but upon hearing a faint rustling sound outside, she decided to notify Old Madam.
She thought the sound was merely the wind rustling through the grass and trees and that there was no need to disturb Old Madam's peaceful dreams. However, since her arrival, Old Madam had established a rule and repeatedly warned her to comply.
That rule was that if any sound was heard outside the ancestral hall at night, regardless of whether it was caused by the wind or any movement, she must immediately wake Old Madam from her sleep and let her check outside personally.
Today, she thought it would be like usual, just the sound of the wind. Unexpectedly, someone really broke in, and moreover, this person's skills were so agile.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed that Princess Fuyuan, who appeared so delicate during the day, possessed such remarkable abilities.
"Found out? Do you really think you're something special? The emperor would be glad to see you dead. You Demoness, who doesn't know about the three hundred years of legend surrounding the Heavenly Universe Kingdom? It's just that your death might be too ugly for anyone to collect your body."
Old Madam said coldly, her tone unable to hide her smugness.
"What? What did you say to the emperor?" Mo Xier exclaimed, her face instantly changing. Her full red lips were now bitten white as she looked seriously at Old Madam.
If the emperor really knew her secret, he would surely want her dead. As the pinnacle of power, those in authority are often suspicious; anyone who threatens their position would be eliminated without hesitation.
This is why loyal ministers who have fought for the Empire throughout history often meet with unfortunate ends—because emperors fear they might also seek a share of power and worry that their solid standing in court could threaten their throne.
It truly is a terrifying matter. Although she already understood in her heart that the stars were the true bloodline of the current royal family, logically speaking, the one who should inherit the throne should be Night Star, not the current Li Ye.
Li Ye should be a child of the Night Family, and should be a general. Although she couldn't be certain about Li Ye's identity, she subconsciously felt that it was almost certain.
"Just wait to die, you Demoness! Don't worry, I won't let a drop of blood stain my hands, but if you don't behave, I won't hesitate to eliminate you on behalf of the emperor."
Old Madam said as she stopped in front of her, reaching out to tightly grip her chin. "Demoness, don't you want to enter the gates of my Night Family? Don't you want to marry Night Star? Ha ha, I won't let you have your way. In four days, it will be your joyous day; just you wait."
After saying this, she waved her hand, and the luxurious brocade embroidered with gold thread slightly lifted. The sleeves were dark and shadowy. Mo Xier was still wondering if Old Madam had armpit hair when she heard someone beside her say, "Take her away and lock her up."
Lastly, they added, "Don't let the general know, especially that Azure Dragon beside him."
"Yes, Old Madam," Little Bean Sprout replied as she stepped forward with an old maid beside her to cover the woman on the ground with a sack and carry her away.
The woman was truly light; she felt like a swallow for the first time she deeply understood this term. Even as a girl herself, carrying her didn't feel heavy at all, even though her figure appeared so full.
Yet when held, she was surprisingly light and somewhat soft. One could only wonder how much the general cherished her when he held her.
As she thought about this, an ambiguous scene suddenly came to mind that made her blush fiercely.
The scene depicted a handsome man gazing affectionately as he held a woman close, gently stroking her back. His thin and cool lips leaned in lightly, pecking at the woman's fresh face resembling a Crabapple Blossom.
The woman's clothing was half-opened, exposing her fragrant shoulders and emanating a faintly seductive aroma.
Little Bean Sprout didn't know why such an image crossed her mind; just in the next moment, she thought of another man.
The man was equally brave and handsome, tall and straight, with exquisite and beautiful facial features, exuding an air of elegance. However, the lines of his expression were always cold and deep, giving him a calm and distant appearance.
He had never been seen smiling, never shown anger, and had never been heard saying a single useless word. He always maintained that indifferent demeanor, devoid of any emotion, and had never displayed any unnecessary expressions.
The man wore a black Shadow Guard uniform, with a smooth black satin embroidered with a fierce red dragon, appearing in shades of blue, just like his name.
Qinglong.
Little Bean Sprout felt a slight shock. As the elderly maid came up, she carefully placed Mo Xier, who was slung over her shoulder, into the secret room and closed the door. Before leaving, she couldn't help but sigh, "Take care, Miss. Sigh."
With that, she shut the door, and the dark room fell into darkness once again.
The warmth on her cheeks had not yet faded. For some reason, whenever she thought of that cold man named Qinglong, her heart would flutter. What could it be?
The next day, in the morning.
A sharp scream echoed from Mo Xier's room. Qinglong had just gotten up, finished washing up, and was adjusting the belt around his waist to appear more neat and serious.
As he stepped out of the room, he was met by Xinrong running towards him with tears streaming down her face. He was taken aback; before he could say anything, the girl rushed forward and grabbed his arm, crying uncontrollably.
"Miss! The miss is missing! What should we do?" Her voice was filled with sobs, panic-stricken and utterly helpless. Upon hearing this, Qinglong was also stunned.
"What?"
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