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As night fell, the moon slowly hung on the branches. In the study, the Black Armor was hanging on a rack, and a slender hand caressed the rigid armor that had accompanied him for many years, a hint of tenderness appearing on his cold face.
Like a father, a trace of affection arose. Every time he went into battle, he would don this Black Armor; only then could he charge forward without hesitation.
The white woman from his nightmares always filled him with an uncontrollable panic whenever he saw her face, contrasting sharply with his own imposing presence.
No matter how hard he searched his mind, he could not find a familiar scene. Could it be that the woman he picked up on the way back from victory was someone he had known long ago?
The sweat in his collar had dried, and the slightly damp clothes were a clear indication that he had just experienced a fierce struggle.
"Qinglong."
A hoarse voice mixed with dryness faintly echoed in the darkness. The sound was so soft that one might think it was just a breeze passing by. However, Qinglong was no ordinary person; as soon as Night Star's voice sounded, his figure appeared in the room.
As usual, he wore all black and maintained a cold expression, respectfully kneeling on the ground, waiting for instructions from the tall man before him.
The hand stroking the armor did not stop. The hoarse voice that emerged from a nightmare matched his current cold expression. "I leave this matter to you."
Having followed the man for many years, Qinglong understood immediately what was required of him. Concern seeped through his words. "But what about you, my lord? Although Boiling City seems calm, there are hidden dangers there. I am worried about your safety if you go alone."
The implication was clear: his duty was to protect him, and as for finding Miss Mo, others could be sent.
The slender fingers paused slightly, and his brows furrowed with annoyance. "When did my affairs become your concern?"
His cold eyes flickered before lowering his head. "It is my overstep, but I am worried about your..."
Before he could finish saying "safety," the figure beside the armor turned sharply. Qinglong barely realized what was happening when a pair of slender hands pressed against his neck, followed by a rush of cool air.
The hand pressed against his neck suddenly tightened, choking him and making it hard for him to breathe. After a long moment, the man slowly withdrew his hand, and Qinglong felt a sense of relief wash over him; his body, which had been kneeling on the ground, was now stiff.
He gasped for air, secretly astonished at how quickly his master had mastered such skills. Even though he considered himself a Martial Arts Master, just now, he hadn't even seen when his master had made his move; the man had simply appeared before him.
Thinking of this made him feel fortunate; it was a good thing he was not his master's enemy. Otherwise, he wouldn't even know how he would die.
A cold voice drifted down from above him, reaching his ears. "Do you doubt my abilities?"
"Understood, I will keep a close watch on Old General. As soon as I find Miss Mo Xi, I will rescue her immediately." His body still trembled from the earlier encounter, and feeling the anger radiating from his master, he dared not say another word.
Since Miss Mo Xi had disappeared again in the past few days, his master's anger had never subsided. He didn't dare to touch this sensitive topic, fearing that in a fit of rage, his master might crush his neck just like before.
As the anger slightly diminished, Night Star casually walked over to the red wooden table and spoke in a cold voice, "If you understand, why are you still standing here?"
Though it seemed like an indifferent remark, it made the man kneeling on one knee shudder. He quickly turned and vanished into the dark room.
Once outside, he let out a heavy sigh as he looked at the closed door and muttered to himself: that was close.
On the day of departure, Night Star woke up early and changed into a dark blue long robe, leaving behind the armor that he always wore at home.
Apart from his four deputy generals and two people from the Training Institute, everyone else was left behind; Night Star did not intend to take them along.
To an observant eye, it seemed that way; however, those left behind had already secretly headed to Boiling City.
No one came to see him off; only Old Madam and Rong Mama, who had always accompanied her, stood outside the general's residence. With her rough hands resting on the slender hands marked with calluses, she said earnestly, "Son, take care on your journey."
His cold eyes flickered slightly as he replied gently, "Mother too must take care of your health." He then looked at Rong Mama, who had her head bowed beside them. "During my absence, take good care of my mother. If anything happens to her, I will hold you accountable."
Rong Mama nodded and said, "Rest assured, General, I will not let you down."
Satisfied, he nodded and glanced into the General's residence with a hint of disappointment, which was quickly wiped away.
The palace sent the Grand Eunuch to convey the Emperor's wishes: safe travels.
There were not many people traveling with Night Star; just a mixed group of about ten, among them the forgotten figure in black who followed along.
Leaving the capital, they headed north...
As they moved further away from the capital and closer to Boiling City, the figure in black, who had maintained a cold demeanor, looked increasingly grim. Worry crept in as his indifferent gaze swept over the man sitting quietly with his eyes closed. Words formed but were swallowed back down.
"Speak if you have something to say." Though his eyes were closed, his sharpness never waned. The cold words slipped from his indifferent lips.
The figure in black opened his mouth slightly; what he intended to say transformed into another meaning. "Master, as we draw nearer to Boiling City, why are you still so indifferent?"
"What else should I be?" A mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth. "Do you want me to return to the capital now and beat up the one sitting on the dragon throne?"
"Uh?" The figure in black was taken aback, looking at the person before him, unable to understand why he could still smile at this moment.
His eyes remained tightly shut as he continued speaking. "Since we are here, we should make ourselves comfortable."
"My subordinate fears that this journey will be fraught with danger." He finally resolved himself, his cold words betraying a hint of concern.
Suddenly, his narrow eyes opened wide as he looked north through the curtain of the sedan chair. He saw a vast expanse of wilderness and a somewhat uneven official road flanked by dense forests. However, the leaves on those trees had long fallen, creating a thick soft carpet on the ground.
His voice was icy and devoid of emotion. "When soldiers come, we block them; when water comes, we cover it."
Looking at the man in front of her, who showed no warmth, the woman in black shivered and fell silent.
The dark iron room remained cold, with only a few faint stars twinkling in the dim sky. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew in, carrying a few withered yellow leaves that rustled against the iron window.
Feeling the chill, the woman trapped in her nightmare hugged herself tightly. Sweat streamed down her dust-covered pale face, trickling down her dirty cheeks and slowly falling onto her fair neck.
In her dream, it was no longer a blank white space but a clear and transparent landscape. The scenery in the mountains was beautiful and lush, and a woman with stunning beauty was fiercely lashing a flaxen whip against herself.
Her teeth ground together as she bit down hard, her voice filled with anger and disappointment. "Master has told you countless times not to develop feelings for men. Do you insist on opposing me?"
The woman kneeling on the grass looked stubbornly at the one who was whipping her, her tone defiant. "Master, why must you tear us apart? We truly love each other."
"True love? All men in this world are heartless. Where does your so-called true love come from?"
The whip in her hand showed no sign of weakness as she continued to strike fiercely while gritting her teeth. "If he truly loved you, why doesn't he even know you?"
The slender figure kneeling on the ground swayed unsteadily, with visible lash marks on her back. "No, if it weren't for you giving him the amnesia powder, he wouldn't have forgotten."
"Hmph." Perhaps tired from whipping, she stopped and let out a cold snort filled with disdain. "I want you to understand that there is no such thing as true love in this world. If he really loved you, even if I gave him amnesia powder, he would still search for your figure among the crowd."
Tears as big as beans rolled down her cheeks and fell onto the green grass below, where they quickly disappeared. "Master, why? Why do you treat me this way?"
"Why?" The woman murmured to herself, a strange emotion flashing through her heart before she brushed it away. "Look at your head full of white hair; look at your blood-stained hands. For every life you take, your own life diminishes by a fraction. Until your hair turns completely white, you will be exhausted and lifeless. What qualifications do you have to speak of love?"
Lowering her eyes to look at her hands and then at the white hair draped over her shoulders, the woman suddenly let out a piercing scream. "No... it can't be..."
"Master, you're lying to me."
"Ha ha... ha ha..."
The woman laughed uncontrollably, tears spilling from her eyes, her expression twisted. She grabbed the woman's hair fiercely, spitting out frenzied words, "Why should I deceive you? I want all women to understand that men are heartless. I want you to kill every man in the world."
Her sharp laughter echoed through the empty mountains and forests. The woman seemed almost insane, lost in her own memories, ignoring the person kneeling on the ground, swaying precariously. Suddenly, she turned and vanished into the wilderness.
Staring in disbelief at the spot where the figure had disappeared, feeling despondent, she looked down at her delicate white fingers and let out a heart-wrenching scream: "Ah!"
"Don't!" Her tightly shut eyes suddenly opened wide, and she sat up abruptly from the cold floor, her clothes soaked through. Tears still clung to her eyelids, resting on her long eyelashes, creating a misty sheen.
She raised her gaze toward the dark night sky visible through the iron bars. A bird was perched outside the window, chirping incessantly.
Mo Xier felt a surge of irritation and lifted her delicate hand. In an instant, her long sleeves covered her pale palm. Annoyed, she raised her hand and exclaimed, "Shut up!"
A gust of wind burst forth from her sleeve, and the noisy bird outside fell silent, lying quietly against the iron bars without making a sound. Upon closer inspection, it was already a lifeless corpse.
Staring in shock at her own palm, a flicker of disbelief crossed Mo Xier's eyes. She raised her hand again and gently flicked it toward the window. A breeze like a sharp blade sliced through the air toward the iron bars, producing a hissing sound upon contact.
"What is happening?" Willow Brows furrowed her brow, her misty eyes fixed on Mo Xier's pale hands. Mo Xier appeared as if she had seen a ghost, unable to regain her composure for a long time.
Slowly rising to her feet, she noticed that the spot where the Empress Dowager had been sitting was now empty. A few people had come in earlier and taken the Empress Dowager away without explanation. She hadn't even had time to speak before the cold iron door was slammed shut again.
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