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One day, the Emperor's attitude towards her changed because a woman began to confront her.
It was all so ironic; the Emperor had long since grown to despise her, the Empress Dowager who was not his biological mother. Lowering her head, she coldly locked eyes with the Old Madam, and they stared at each other. "Why did you suddenly tell the Emperor this? Do you want this world to become yours, Night Family?"
Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback. The Emperor immediately exclaimed, "Impossible!" His gaze then turned expectantly towards the Old Madam.
Who would have thought that the Old Madam would actually smile and calmly say, "Yes, I do want to change the dynasty!" Her tone was light, as if she were discussing something trivial.
"I do not agree!" Li Ye immediately responded, and at the same time, another voice joined in—it was Night Star's voice.
He never expected things to develop this way. The Old General stood nearby, looking deeply at Night Star with a complex mix of heavy emotions.
For a moment, his mind was in turmoil, and a dangerous atmosphere filled the air. The Old Madam raised an eyebrow and addressed the Empress Dowager, "That is no longer something you can control; please move to another room to rest."
Her voice was calm as she raised her hand to a servant beside her. "Mama Wang, take the Empress Dowager to another room to rest; there are still matters to discuss here."
The Empress Dowager felt weak and unsteady; she had no idea how potent the drug in her tea was. In an instant, she found herself unable to move.
She glared angrily at the approaching servants and shouted, "How dare you!" The two servants trembled in fear and turned to look at the Old Madam. The Old Madam smiled, her gaze shallow as she looked at the Empress Dowager with malice. "Who is your master? Do you not want to stay in the Night Family anymore?"
Immediately, Little Bean Sprout and Mama Wang quickly supported the Empress Dowager and helped her out of the room.
"Mother, what exactly do you want to do? What is going on? Why did Father..." As he spoke, Night Star paused, looking troubled as he glanced at the Old General.
"This is a long story. Back on the battlefield, I suffered many injuries while trying to save you. But I did not die. Child, I will explain this matter to you slowly in the future."
After he finished speaking, his gaze shifted to Li Ye, and his expression suddenly brightened.
Li Ye watched their pretentious behavior with a wave of nausea rising in his chest. Was it really necessary for an emperor's life to be so bizarre?
The person before him was his biological father! He didn't know how to face this—should he feel resentment or gratitude?
"You've grown up," the Old General said as his first words, his tone carrying a unique affection and pity that only an elder could have for a child.
It was a gentle emotion, even evoking a sense of fatherhood. In that moment, he thought of the Former Emperor, who had looked at him with the same gaze, but with an added layer of vigilance deep in his eyes.
Emperors are often suspicious, he mused.
Raising his head, he suddenly said, "I never imagined that one day my own background would be so convoluted. I will ensure that your Night Family remains safe for generations."
He made this promise, looking deeply at the Old General, sighing with complex emotions.
"But," the Old General hesitated, as if this was not the answer he wanted.
"As for changing the world to that of the Night Family, the common people will not agree, and neither will I."
Li Ye suddenly became serious, staring directly at the Old General. "What qualifications do you have? You did not raise me, yet now you demand things from me."
The Old General hesitated and looked at Night Star, revealing a look of guilt. Not knowing how to express himself, Old Madam said, "Your Majesty, do not blame him. This is all due to the helplessness of the Night Family! I did not want to send you away; you have no idea how I have lived these years and how much I have missed you."
"Enough!" The man in bright yellow clothing suddenly interrupted, his face filled with pain.
At that moment, Mo Xier felt that the man who always wore yellow garments and was wrapped in luxurious brocade suddenly appeared so pitiful, lacking the brilliance he seemed to possess on the surface.
She couldn't understand what it felt like to know her own background; she only felt that a child growing up without biological parents was an extremely sad thing.
Just like she felt her childhood was severely lacking after losing her father at a young age. She turned her gaze to Night Star beside her.
That tall man stood upright, looking around in confusion with a blank expression as if lost in thought.
"What’s wrong?" She waved her hand in front of him and curiously shook his arm. He snapped back to reality, looking at her with complex emotions and a face full of sorrow, completely unable to accept this reality.
After a while, he suddenly spoke with some confusion, "Father is actually not dead. Then why have I had to endure so much unfair treatment since childhood..."
"What?" Mo Xier didn't catch what he was saying and paused slightly, looking at him uncertainly.
"Haha, how ridiculous!" Night Star mocked.
Old Madam, still oblivious to the commotion, looked at the Emperor and almost pleaded, "You are of the Night Family bloodline. Don't you want to bring glory to the ancestors of the Night Family?"
"But!" The Emperor didn't know what else to say.
"If you change the world to that of the Night Family, the stars will assist you. He will help you solidify the Empire. Wouldn't it be better for you to obediently reign as a high and mighty king in the palace?"
"I disagree! Even if there is no change in dynasty, I will still strive for the Heavenly Universe Kingdom and solidify the Empire!" Night Star suddenly interjected.
"Shut up!" Old General scolded angrily, glaring at him with eyes that seemed ready to shoot sparks.
"..." Silence fell as a hint of unacceptable emotion appeared in his eyes. He stepped forward, wanting to argue further but froze.
"Now that the world is peaceful and stable, and the people are living well, whose world it is doesn't matter!"
Li Ye suddenly spoke up. His voice was very loud, and when he said this, his face bore a calmness that reflected a sage's concern for the world—a quality that a ruler should possess.
"How can it not matter? This concerns the reputation of the Night Family and the glory of our ancestors!"
Old General said sternly, trying to reason with him.
The Emperor coldly waved his sleeve, realizing that his body still couldn't move; he felt weak all over. He wanted to stand up but found himself still slumped on the chair after exerting himself.
For a moment, he felt like a paper puppet, only able to be manipulated by others and at their mercy.
As an emperor, this feeling was unbearable for him. He raised his head, his tone laced with a hint of threat, exuding an imperial authority and determination, "Will you not release me?"
"Come here." The Old General seemed to suddenly remember something, as if enlightened, and took out a small bottle from his bosom, handing it to the servant beside him. "Pour out a dose of this for the Emperor."
The servant complied and hurriedly went to carry out the order.
After a while, the Emperor felt his body regain its former strength and become agile again.
He slowly stood up and coldly said to the Old Madam, "You really have some nerve to kidnap me. If you weren't my biological mother, I would have killed you today."
His voice was like ancient ice, making anyone who heard it feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
The Old Madam immediately felt a chill all over her body. This person before her was her own flesh and blood; no matter what, she would never harm him.
If it were Night Star, that might not be the case. However, for the Emperor, it was different. He was a ruler, and historically, rulers have often been ruthless and heartless.
"Do not let such things happen again. Remember! I do not mind making this public."
Li Ye said coldly, glancing at everyone present. His gaze lingered on Mo Xier for a moment; after hesitating, he ultimately turned to leave. Before departing, he said, "Bring my Empress Dowager out. It’s getting late; I should return."
"Yes," the Old Madam replied respectfully. At that moment, she suddenly felt that she did not understand her own son at all, even unable to grasp what he had just been thinking.
In that instant, from the clear eyes of the man dressed in bright yellow noble attire emanated a chilling killing intent that could not be her illusion.
Only Night Star and the Old General remained in the room, facing each other in silence.
The air was cold as if swept by a merciless brush. After a moment of silence, the Old General suddenly spoke up: "Is this girl Princess Fuyuan?"
Mo Xier was taken aback, not expecting the topic to shift to herself. She awkwardly glanced at Night Star and smiled, "Old General, it's nice to meet you."
She curved her lips into a smile; her delicate face flushed slightly, with ripples appearing on her fair skin. Her long black hair cascaded like a waterfall, and today she wore an elegant light yellow dress.
It complemented her fresh aura, making her look radiant and charming.
"Seeing that you are a good girl, my son truly did not make a mistake." He smiled affectionately, but there was a coldness in his shrewd eyes.
In truth, he did not like Princess Fuyuan at all. He could not understand why the Empress Dowager had chosen to adopt her as a daughter; it felt strange no matter how he thought about it.
However, in order to win over Night Star, he had to pretend to be fond of her, praising her to provide comfort and satisfaction to Night Star's heart.
Old Madam had already done too many things that wronged Night Star. He wondered if Night Star's heart was completely cold. He had to play the role of a positive figure, giving this adopted son warmth so that he would willingly do things for him.
Thinking this, he patted Night Star on the shoulder and said with a smile, "You've grown up so much; it hasn't been easy for you! You've suffered quite a bit over the years, haven't you?"
Night Star was taken aback. A hint of expectation appeared in his eyes, and deep within his heart, there was an inexplicable warmth flowing through him, gradually warming him from within.
"Why... what is this all about?" Finally, he could not help but voice his confusion.
Even though the Night Family was powerful and influential, they should not engage in such deceitful acts. No matter how intense palace intrigues were, they were internal matters among women in the harem; the Night Family should not be involved.
Unless everything had already been arranged beforehand. A terrifying thought suddenly crossed his mind: unless everything had indeed been planned by someone.
The ambitions of the Night Family had been lurking for over twenty years; all those years of meticulous planning were just for this very moment.
A chill ran through him as he looked at Old Chancellor with increased wariness.
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