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"Earlier this morning, when I woke up, I found that the young lady was nowhere to be seen. I thought she was just playing a joke on me, so I waited in the room for a while. However, as time passed and she still hadn't appeared, I began to worry that something might have happened."
Xinrong's face was covered in tears, her youthful features resembling a weeping pear blossom.
A strange softness filled Qinglong's heart, as if he had been pricked by something. He was puzzled by this unusual feeling and subconsciously believed it was due to his concern for the young lady's disappearance.
"I'll report this to the general immediately." With that, he hurriedly walked in another direction, Xinrong quickly following behind.
Night Star's residence was in the main courtyard, the most favorable location within Night Manor.
The sun had just risen, its faint light quietly spreading across the entire Night Family. A handsome man slowly walked out of the main courtyard's gate and stood in the center of the yard, yawning.
The man's nose was high and straight, his eyes deep like pools, and his thin lips carried a hint of coolness. His black Azure Silk hair was tied back, and today he wore a vibrant purple robe.
From the slightly shimmering satin fabric, it was clear that he was a wealthy young master. The robe was embroidered with intricate patterns, showcasing exquisite craftsmanship; every gesture exuded elegance.
However, his expression was cold, with indifference etched into his eyes and brows. His narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, emanating an intimidating aura that made others reluctant to gaze directly at him.
He stood quietly in the sunlight, enjoying the gentle fragrance of the morning breeze. Xinrong paused at the door, suddenly feeling an inexplicable fear that kept her from approaching.
For some reason, she felt that if she spoke of this matter, the general would surely be furious. Moreover, with the wedding day fast approaching, time was of the essence. Qinglong stood beside her and gave her a reassuring look.
Her face flushed like cherry blossoms; for reasons unknown, she suddenly felt emboldened. Before she could take a step forward, the man beside her lifted his leg and entered. "General, the young lady has gone missing."
"What?" Night Star's lazy demeanor vanished upon hearing this; panic and barely concealed anger replaced it.
"This morning, I heard from Miss Xinrong that..." Qinglong lowered his head, his voice devoid of emotion as sunlight gently illuminated his face.
He wore a black outfit that emitted a faint sheen, adorned with a carved azure dragon on it. The cuffs featured dark floral patterns crafted with care; however, compared to Night Star's attire, it fell short significantly. From a distance, it was evident they were dressed in outfits reflecting their close master-servant relationship.
Xinrong tightly grasped the corner of her clothing, tears still fresh on her cheeks, waiting for Night Star's decision.
After a moment, Qinglong recounted the entire situation. Night Star's expression froze, his brows furrowed tightly, and the sharp arch of his sword-like eyebrows accentuated his fierce demeanor.
He said, "Send someone from our residence to search; she must not have left the estate. Qinglong, you take your men and investigate discreetly. You must find her for me."
Qinglong lowered his head, his face dark and serious.
"Xinrong, did Mo Xi'er show any unusual behavior last night?" Night Star waved his hand, calling Xinrong to him, and asked coldly.
"There was nothing unusual; she just specifically ordered many dishes with cilantro. Usually, I don't see her enjoying cilantro that much. I don't know what happened last night," she replied.
She dared not say more, as she could see that Night Star was already seething with anger.
"How did you take care of the young lady?" he questioned coldly.
"I know I haven't done well; I ask the general to find the young lady first before punishing me," Xinrong knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face, her delicate features showing deep regret. At this moment, she was genuinely worried about Mo Xi'er.
Usually, Mo Xi'er treated her well, like a sister. Now, not knowing whether her mistress was alive or dead, she would willingly trade her own life for Mo Xi'er's safe return.
"If anything happens to her, you won't live either."
Night Star said coldly before sweeping away, leaving a lingering chill in the air. Xinrong immediately felt her legs weaken and collapsed to the ground, her expression stiff and her gaze blankly staring into the distance, filled with sorrow.
Within a day, Night Star turned the entire Night Family upside down but found no trace of that little woman; it was as if she had vanished into thin air, leaving no shadow behind.
Where could she be? Where had she gone?
Did she go out to play as Qinglong speculated? Why didn't she call him along? His intuition told him it was impossible! Absolutely impossible.
He shook his head, denying his thoughts. From what he knew about that little woman, she would not run off by herself, even though she liked to play and enjoyed freedom.
However, she was unfamiliar with the Heavenly Universe Kingdom; in this strange place, she would be afraid.
Without him, he could not imagine how she would survive alone.
Thinking about the days they had spent together, his heart tightened. He did not know her background, her experiences, or her past.
From the moment he picked her up, she had been like a mystery to him. There were many secrets surrounding her, and he knew none of them.
Sometimes he even felt that she was like the tiny dust in the air—something he could neither touch nor capture. Yet he still loved her so deeply, irresistibly drawn to her.
"Find her! We must find her! Ask the guards from last night where she went!" Night Star's voice was cold. Where she was, there he would be. Even if he had to dig three feet into the ground, he would find her.
The Azure Dragon responded and retreated, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, equally anxious.
A day passed without results. That night, Night Star had a dream—a dream that was vague and heavy.
The scenes in the dream were distant and sorrowful. In the dream, Mo Xier lay quietly asleep in a thick white mist that enveloped her tightly like a silken cocoon.
He could not reach her or approach her; he could only watch her from afar.
She seemed to be in a deep sleep, sleeping so sweetly. Her fair and tender face had delicate features; at that moment, she looked even more like a Seasonal Begonia blooming vibrantly after the rain.
Crabapple Blossom—she liked pink; this was something she had once told him.
Then the scene shifted as if a long time had passed.
The transition was extremely awkward, yet in the dream it felt so natural. He saw Mo Xier wearing a white dress, her eyes filled with despair. She looked at him pitifully, tears hanging on her face, utterly heartbroken as she said to him, "Why don't you love me? Why don't you love me?"
The voice echoed repeatedly, and in an instant, the scene changed again. The world spun around him, and he felt his body shrink down to the size of an infant, being held by someone and then wrapped in a swaddling blanket.
The person holding him gently said, "Don't cry. In the future, make your mother proud and strive for the highest position."
He couldn't understand what this meant. The expression of the person holding him was also blurry; he couldn't see the woman's face clearly. Her voice was soft and somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before, evoking a sense of déjà vu, but it felt strange.
He couldn't pinpoint what was strange about it; he just felt that this voice was excessively gentle.
It was a kind of tenderness he had never heard before. Why? What was wrong?
As he pondered this, he suddenly saw the place around him shaking violently, as if an earthquake were occurring. Outside, there were hurried footsteps, the sounds chaotic and extremely urgent.
Then he realized he was being carried away, back to a familiar place—a wealthy household filled with the dark memories of his childhood. That feeling was so suffocating that even recalling it made him gasp for breath.
It was a strange sense of oppression. When he was young, Old Madam treated him poorly; his treatment was worse than that of a servant. The servants were arrogant due to their power and often bullied him because he did not receive Old Madam's favor and there was no Old General to protect him.
At that time, he often went without meals for days. He had been beaten black and blue by a servant over a bun. This place was filled with his dark memories until a woman once told him that those who bullied him should be remembered; one day he would repay them tenfold or even a hundredfold.
That woman held his hand tightly. Although she was the same age as him, the determination and steadiness in her eyes were astonishing.
From that moment on, he began to learn martial arts. Every day he struck heavy sandbags to build his endurance; in winter, he lay on ice to catch carp, all to win Old Madam's favor.
To gain a good reputation and attract royal attention, the small boy became deeply scheming, learning ways and rules to survive in a corrupt aristocratic family.
He worked hard bit by bit, striving to reach the pinnacle of life, hoping to escape all pain and torment.
Most importantly, he wanted to protect the woman who had told him to be strong and promised that those who bullied him would be repaid tenfold or even a hundredfold.
But… for some reason, Night Star suddenly felt a sharp pain, even in his dreams; that clear sensation of pain penetrated deep into his bones. It was maddeningly unbearable.
In the deep, dark night, the yard of the Night Family appeared calm and quiet on the surface, but only Night Star knew that beneath this calm facade lay hidden dangers and traps.
Suddenly, he sat up. In the darkness, sweat soaked his clothes, and his lips carried a slight bitter taste. He sat up drenched in sweat, his face pale as paper.
His expression was frantic; the night was deep and still like water, with dark clouds covering the sky.
What had been a clear night sky suddenly turned tumultuous, darkening ominously. In an instant, thunder roared and fierce winds howled, blowing open the windows that had not been securely shut. With a loud bang, the window flew open, and a violent storm rushed in, sending the curtains swirling and scattering his Azure Silk hair.
His long hair flew wildly as he felt a sudden chill from being wet. Frowning, he stood up, put on his clothes, and walked to the window to close it.
He realized that there were gaps and holes in his memory. Just moments ago, he had woken up sitting on his bed, recalling that dream but unable to remember what the woman looked like.
At that time, he was only ten years old; the woman was a few years younger than him. Yet, he would never forget the look in her eyes.
Who was she? It was strange.
Night Star closed the window and stood quietly by it, unable to recall any memories of amnesia.
Even when he thought back to his battles on the battlefield, there were no signs of head trauma. It was puzzling—what was happening to him?
Had he truly been injured? Or were all these memories merely figments of his imagination? Was it all just a simple dream?
The vivid pain and the deep despair and sadness within him could not simply be conjured from thin air. He held his head as another wave of intense pain struck him. Where had that little woman Mo Xier gone?
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