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"Let me out, you can't do this! This world belongs to the Li Family!"
The hollow room echoed with her faint cries, but no one answered; she was the only one performing a monologue.
"Stop calling out. They will not let you go," a distant voice came, extinguishing her last glimmer of hope.
Like a lost spirit, she weakly leaned against the wall. The headpiece on her head swayed violently, tilting at an odd angle, and her sharp eyes resembled a deflated balloon, devoid of life.
She murmured to herself, "What should I do now? I have wronged the ancestors of the Li Family!"
Tears as large as beans rolled down her cheeks, falling onto her deep purple robe, and in an instant, they turned into a puddle of water.
Recalling her earlier speculations, Mo Xier stepped forward. "Empress Dowager, there is something I must tell you."
This was all she could do for Night Star at the moment. Although it was merely a guess, Mo Xier felt she was nearly certain.
Glancing at her sideways without speaking, what could possibly be more important than their regime change?
"I suspect that Night Star is the true prince! He is your biological son."
Her dark pupils widened in shock, filling her frail heart with disbelief, followed by uncontrollable anger. "You Demoness! What nonsense are you spouting? He is the son of Night Manor! Are you colluding with them to deceive me?"
It had to be a conspiracy!
Ignoring the twisted expression on her face due to rage, Mo Xier patiently continued, "You are allergic to cilantro, and so is Night Star. As far as I know, there are very few people in the Heavenly Universe Kingdom who are allergic to cilantro. Moreover, since his birth, Night Lady has never shown him a kind face; she only reveals tenderness when mentioning the emperor."
"Think about it: if he were truly your child, how could there be such a stark difference in treatment?"
"That is because Old General died because of him; thus Old Madam blamed all this misfortune on him!"
Night Lady holds a grudge against Night Star because Old General died because of him, and this is something the entire Heavenly Universe Kingdom knows. This Demoness deceives herself with such seductive words; it is simply laughable.
Thinking of this, her originally noble face suddenly twisted into a grimace. "It’s all because of you, Demoness, that the Heavenly Universe Kingdom is in turmoil. Why don’t you just die? Living in this world and causing harm is simply unforgivable!"
Mo Xier initially felt some pity for the old lady, perhaps due to Night Star's mother repeatedly showing her tolerance. However, being called a Demoness over and over again pushed her to the edge.
Willow Brows furrowed deeply, her eyes nearly spitting fire. She thrust her hands into her slender waist and shouted at the Empress Dowager, "I say, you ungrateful old woman, am I a murderer or a rapist? I was trying to help you reunite with your son, and somehow that’s my fault?"
At that moment, she resembled a market hag. She had intended to communicate properly with her, but it turned out that no amount of reasoning would penetrate; thus, she could no longer endure.
"You..."
The Empress Dowager was on the verge of spitting blood. She was the most respected Empress Dowager in the world; who wouldn’t bow and scrape before her? Yet this Demoness dared to shout at her, a humiliation she had never experienced before.
A strand of hair fell across her cheek, obscuring her fierce gaze. Her thin lips trembled with anger, and her aged fingers pointed at Mo Xier's flushed face but could not find words. She merely repeated, “Demoness, Demoness, what kind of sin have you committed!”
After glaring at her, Mo Xier couldn’t be bothered to waste more words. She simply left her there in the corner to stew in her own thoughts.
As night fell, the crescent moon hung above the treetops, playfully revealing only half its face. The general's mansion was eerily silent; the servants dared not make a sound and quietly went about their tasks.
On his handsome face, his features were distinct; his narrow eyes were tightly shut. Beads of sweat dotted his dark skin as he clutched the edges of the blanket tightly with both hands.
In his dreams, Night Star searched through a sea of white mist for that figure. No matter how hard he chased, that figure always remained just out of reach—he could neither grasp nor catch up to it.
The woman in white floated in the air, her resentful voice filling his mind: "Why don’t you love me?"
"Who are you?" The cold voice was like ice from a frozen cellar. He gazed at Chill's retreating figure with indifference. "Tell me, who are you?"
He reached out his hand to grasp the person before him, but as soon as his fingers brushed against her skirt hem, she vanished.
His slightly calloused hand hovered in the air as his cold brows knitted together. His voice grew impatient: "Playing tricks; you should know who I am."
He was about to rush forward to grab the woman, but before he could reach her, the White-Clad Woman suddenly turned around, her misty eyes filled with sorrow as she looked at him. "Why don't you love me?"
His rigid body recoiled sharply, his mind going blank as he stared at the person before him, disbelief reflected in his cold eyes. Suddenly, the woman vanished, and Night Star tried to grasp her but found nothing.
"Mo Xi'er..." His tightly shut eyes flew open, filled with incredulity.
His white inner robe was soaked with sweat as his long fingers brushed over it, leaving behind wet marks. Cold sweat streamed down his pale face as he stared blankly into the dark room.
That person was Mo Xi'er? It was actually Mo Xi'er!
He never expected that the woman who had been haunting her dreams was the very one he had been longing for—Mo Xi'er? How could this be possible?
Could it be that the person in Mo Xi'er's dreams was related? He remembered Mo Xi'er saying that the man she saw was himself, but now the woman he saw was also her?
Was this a coincidence? No, it definitely wasn't.
But why did he have no impression of Mo Xi'er at all? Her shadow had never appeared in his mind; what on earth was going on?
He got up and slowly stepped down from the bed, pushing open the red window. A sudden gust of cold wind rushed in, bringing a bone-chilling chill, yet Night Star remained standing still, unmoved.
His gaze was distant and profound. The general's residence was silent at this moment; outside, birds chirped noisily. He parted his dry lips slightly and said, "Qinglong."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qinglong in black clothing appeared in the room without a sound. His cold face mirrored that of his master—both devoid of warmth—as he blended into the night except for his shining eyes.
His sleep had always been light; upon hearing movement in his master's room, he had already awakened. When he heard Night Star call for him, he dared not delay for even a moment.
His hoarse voice carried a hint of weakness as his long fingers slowly rested on the red wooden window, steadying it against the creaking sound caused by the wind. "How is the investigation going?"
Qinglong lowered his head, his voice icy. "I am incompetent; I have not found any trace of Miss Mo Xi."
Just like last time, she had vanished without a trace. Despite using all connections from the Training Institute to search for her, there was still no lead.
"How is the Old Madam?" Turning around, he walked to the desk, hands clasped behind his back, his voice devoid of warmth.
Knowing what he was asking, Qinglong replied honestly, "The Old Madam has been in the ancestral hall these past few days and hasn't gone out."
After a pause, he continued, "The Old General goes out from time to time, but always wearing a Conical Hat. It was only by following him that I discovered he went to the Prime Minister's Residence. However, the security at the Prime Minister's Residence is tight, and my subordinates couldn't get close."
His hands clasped tightly behind his back, his cold voice was like a sharp blade. "Your efficiency is getting worse. It seems keeping you around is no longer useful."
The kneeling figure trembled violently, not daring to look directly at his master. With lowered eyelids, his voice was no longer as cold as before but carried a hint of fear. "Master, please forgive me. I ask for another chance. This time I will definitely find Miss Mo Xi, even if I have to dig three feet into the ground."
The person standing at the desk remained silent, looking at him with icy eyes. His thin lips slowly uttered a few words, "There will be no next time."
In the early morning, a beam of crimson light shot through the window and illuminated the face of Night Star, who had sat by the desk all night. His tightly closed eyes slowly opened, revealing pupils that were originally dark but now showed streaks of red, making him look particularly eerie.
"Star, are you awake?" A gentle voice came from outside.
Startled, Night Star's body shook violently with disbelief. He got up and slowly walked toward the door, his long hand pushing open the tightly shut wooden door.
His pupils widened in astonishment as he spoke in disbelief, "Mother?"
The Old Madam stood there in a beige outfit, her hair neatly combed back. She wore a kind smile that seemed genuine. In her hands was a black wooden tray with a ceramic bowl depicting lotus flowers quietly resting inside.
Feeling uneasy, he stepped aside to let her enter.
Placing the tray on the desk, the Old Madam spoke gently, "I've noticed you've become much more haggard these days due to your concerns for the Emperor and Miss Mo Xi. I thought I'd personally make you some nourishing soup; you must take care of your health!"
Night Star looked at the Old Madam in surprise, his tone cheerful like that of a child. "Thank you for your kindness, Mother."
"Silly child, why say such things? I am your mother; it pains me to see you suffer!"
As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes. "In the past, I thought it was because of you that your father died in battle. But now that your father has returned safely, I realize I wronged you."
"I have resented you all these years, but it was truly my mother's fault. Child, do not blame her; at that time..."
She raised her hand to wipe away the tears at the corners of her eyes, speaking earnestly, "Mother had no choice! Your brother was sent to the palace, and your father died on the battlefield, so Mother was filled with hatred!"
"Indeed, General, this is the soup that Old Madam personally prepared for you before dawn. You must not let the lady's kindness go to waste!" Rong Mama, who had returned without anyone noticing, explained with a beaming smile.
"Mother has truly worked hard." The icy expression on his face instantly transformed into warm sunlight, his smile no longer stiff but filled with a hint of happiness. "I am truly overwhelmed by your kindness."
"Silly child, stop saying such things. Quickly taste Mother's cooking; it has been many years since I last made it."
Night Star knew very well that in the General's residence, Old Madam had never cooked anything.
He took the bowl from Old Madam's hands and slowly scooped up a mouthful of soup. The fragrant flavor slid down his throat, and he couldn't help but praise, "Delicious!"
"If it's delicious, then drink more! From now on, Mother will make it for you every day!"
"Yes. Thank you, Mother." Saying this, he finished the remaining soup in one gulp, and in an instant, the bowl was empty.
His face radiated happiness, but he did not notice the cold glint in Old Madam's eyes as she saw him drink the soup. However, it was just a fleeting moment before her expression returned to normal.
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