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"What's it to you?" Night Star said coldly, his gaze meeting the other man's with a spark of intensity.
"Don't you know the old saying that a drop of water should be repaid with a fountain? Now is the time for you to repay your debt."
Night Star's expression softened slightly, and he stood frozen in place, momentarily at a loss for words.
A man should be loyal and righteous, but isn't the saying about loyalty and righteousness being difficult to fulfill exactly this?
Yet he was unwilling, not out of a lack of filial piety, but because he genuinely cared for the common people.
"Now we should find a way to convince the world that the emperor is a descendant of the Night Family, and fabricate a lie that all of this is the Night Family's achievement."
"No way! I disagree, and the emperor won't agree either!"
Night Star's tone was resolute as he interrupted sharply, clenching his teeth to firmly hold onto his viewpoint. He could not sacrifice the world for personal gain, nor tarnish the royal family's rights by engaging in such disloyal and unscrupulous acts.
What would it matter if they replaced the Night Family's rule? Who could guarantee it would last for generations? Who could ensure they wouldn't leave behind a bad reputation in history? A paper cannot contain fire; such despicable tricks would be condemned and remembered for eternity!
"Why are you so stubborn? Are you really part of the Night Family?"
The Old General said as he slapped Night Star. This time, his speed was much quicker than before, and surprisingly, Night Star did not dodge.
"This slap is to repay your life-saving grace. From now on, we are even."
Old General was momentarily taken aback, letting out a heavy sigh as he waved his hand. "You all can leave! Let me think for a moment."
Mo Xier stood by, stunned, not expecting that after so many years, the father and son who had not met for a long time would confront each other so fiercely.
Upon their first meeting, they immediately established a clear boundary. She could not imagine the pain Night Star had endured, but this scene made her realize that he must have had a very difficult time over the years.
And she had never taken the initiative to understand or care for him. Thinking of this made her feel a slight pang of guilt in her heart.
Suddenly, she felt that as a partner and a wife, she was utterly incompetent! She quickened her pace and closely followed the man ahead. To her, his tall and straight silhouette seemed too lonely…
Watching the departing figures of the two, Old General's expression grew solemn. A thought crossed his mind, gradually forming a new plan—one that would force both the emperor and Night Star to compromise. It was a plan of threat!
As the sun gradually set, darkness crept in. The night was cold and quiet, with a gentle breeze brushing against the skin, raising tiny goosebumps—a refreshing and pleasant sensation.
The shadows of the trees swayed softly, producing faint sounds. The long leaves and flowers growing high on the ground trembled slightly in the air.
Occasionally, when earthworms turned the soil, one could catch a whiff of the fragrant earth—a natural scent.
After Xinrong helped her mistress wash up, she quietly splashed a basin of murky water onto the ground and turned back to busy herself with her own matters in the small room. The night was too quiet; Night Star had come once and then left.
In the air lingered not only silence but also a profound sense of loneliness—an oppressive eeriness where even the sound of cicadas had vanished.
The stars in the sky were sparse, and the bright moonlight fell coldly down like water. The moonlight illuminated the woman in the room, making her enchanting and captivating. By the windowsill, her every gesture seemed to flicker in and out of visibility, stirring emotions and creating an irresistible itch.
In the humid heat of summer, people found it hard to sleep in bed. Yet Mo Xier did not know why she slept exceptionally soundly that night—sweetly as if floating in the sky. It was the fragrance of Crabapple Blossom, the scent of blooming jasmine, and even more so, the aroma released by the air after rain.
A shadow flashed past her window and disappeared. Mo Xier turned over and fell back into a deep sleep, completely unaware of her surroundings.
The next day, another heart-stopping scream echoed. Qinglong saw Cui Er for the second time; her small face, still not fully awake, remained tender and delicate, evoking a sense of pity.
This was the second time his heart began to feel a strange current.
"Miss is missing!"
Xinrong sobbed as she crouched on the ground, covering her face with her hands, her voice heavy with guilt. "I never thought the miss would disappear a second time. I won't sleep at night anymore. Brother Qinglong, I regret it so much!"
Her voice was soft and laced with tears. Qinglong listened, first struck by the weight of this news, then feeling his heart soften.
Looking at the woman's frail shoulders, which seemed as thin as a bottle neck, his heart ached as if it had been sliced open, blood flowing out and dripping onto her delicate eyes, forming a faint red rim.
"I'm really afraid the general will kill you for this!" Qinglong sighed, his voice tinged with concern.
This time, before he could report to the general, he saw the general hurriedly exiting the adjacent room. Upon seeing them both, his voice was filled with uncontrollable anger. "For your dereliction of duty, you will handle this yourselves!"
Before they could react, both knelt on the ground with heavy expressions. They then saw Night Star rushing out of the room in a disheveled state, with stubble on his chin that he hadn't had time to shave off.
Both were puzzled; did the general know about the miss's disappearance? Little did they know he hadn't slept all night!
Without hesitation, they hurriedly followed. The general walked quickly; Qinglong was a martial artist who usually accompanied him. The general was typically calm and composed; it was rare to see him so anxious unless something truly significant had occurred.
Even so, he felt no hardship following behind.
Ke Xinrong was different. The small girl, with feet as tiny as spring bamboo shoots, had many concerns typical of a woman. Her steps were small, and following behind them felt like a light jog, her expression anxious yet hesitant to make a sound.
Qinglong found her appearance somewhat amusing. He slightly curled his lips and turned his head to continue following.
When Night Star arrived, it turned out to be the ancestral hall, the place where Old Madam resided, a place he had never been allowed to enter.
He did not know what had happened yesterday; he only knew that after the Emperor and Empress Dowager arrived, the house became mysterious and forbade servants from approaching. He was ordered to stand guard outside, watching every move of outsiders and not allowing anyone near.
Thus, he was completely unaware of everything that happened yesterday. What was going on today?
Curious, but upon arriving at the ancestral hall, he instinctively halted his steps, hesitating whether to go in or not. However, the general neither stopped him nor permitted him to proceed.
After thinking for a moment, he decided to follow. He turned to the flushed and panting girl behind him and said, "You wait here; I’ll go take a look."
Just as he was about to turn around, the corner of his clothing was tightly grasped by someone.
Turning back, he met a pair of frightened eyes. They were bright and timidly gazed at him, as if wanting to say something but hesitating.
"You..."
"What is it?" he asked.
"Be careful..." After hesitating for a while, Xinrong finally timidly uttered a few words.
So she was worried about him. Qinglong curled his lips into a slight smile, not even realizing this action himself. He gently held her hand and comforted her, saying, "It's fine; don't worry."
He glanced at the woman in front of him and quickly turned to stride into the ancestral hall. In just a moment, he vanished without a trace, his speed astonishing.
Inside the hall, the light was dim, and a gloomy atmosphere enveloped the entire room.
There was no sign of the Old Madam; instead, an unfamiliar old man stood there. The man was aged, with thinning hair at his forehead, yet his features remained handsome and dignified. His imposing figure suggested that he must have been quite formidable in his youth.
Qinglong felt a hint of curiosity, thinking that this man looked somewhat familiar, though he couldn't recall where he had seen him before. This thought sparked doubt in his mind. Why would the general come to see this person so aggressively early in the morning? There must be something unusual about it.
"Where have you hidden her?" Night Star asked coldly, his eyes filled with a hint of frenzied anger, showing no fear of the man before him.
"If you agree to follow my plan, I will tell you," the elderly man replied with a smile that held deeper meaning.
Qinglong remained silent, completely lost and unable to understand what the two were discussing.
"Impossible!" Night Star firmly rejected.
"Don't you want her back by your side?" the Old General said in a tone that suggested he was testing him.
"I do, but I won't agree to your filthy demands! If you dare to lay a finger on her, I will not let this go!" His voice was icy, like a feral beast ready to pounce.
"Unfilial son! Are you threatening your own father?" the Old General said coldly, though his steady voice could not hide his anger.
"If it's only to help you fulfill your dirty intentions, then I would rather not have you as my father!" Night Star's indifferent gaze held no trace of emotion.
In that instant, he seemed to revert to the cold and ruthless general he once was—a bloodthirsty young man whose eyes were forever filled with slaughter and death.
"Scoundrel!" The Old General's hands trembled with anger as he coldly picked up a vase beside him and hurled it at Night Star.
Almost in the next moment, Night Star reacted and tried to dodge to the side, but it seemed the Old General had anticipated this.
He lifted his leg and delivered a swift kick to Night Star's stomach. The speed of that kick was so fast that there was no time to evade it. Qinglong was taken aback, not knowing what to do.
From their earlier conversation, he realized that this person was likely the Old General who had once fought on the battlefield. But wasn't the Old General supposed to be dead? How could he be alive again?
Without his master's orders, he didn't dare to offend the Old General easily. This was a matter for the Night Family, and as a servant, he had no right to intervene. However...
He raised his eyes suspiciously, shifting his gaze back to the Old General. The Old General was handsome and robust, exuding a cold aura that came from years of battle.
That was something ordinary people could not imitate. Everything about him seemed to fit the characteristics of the Old General, including his strikingly handsome face and imposing presence.
Yet, subconsciously, he felt something was off but couldn't pinpoint what exactly was wrong. What was different?
He had never seen what the Old General looked like in the past. He was clearly around the same age as Night Star. When the Old General was alive, he had been enduring hellish training in secret.
That training was specifically designed for assassins, a brutal regimen for a Shadow Guard. In that place, there were no emotions or humanity; if you couldn't keep up, death was your only option.
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