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The master of the palace dines in the Imperial Kitchen, while guests in the palace, aside from those hosted by the Emperor, generally eat food prepared by the Small Kitchen. Although it is called the Small Kitchen, the meals are comparable to those from the Imperial Kitchen.
Mo Xier smiled lightly, "Then I will trouble you, Miss."
At this moment, the most important thing was to fill her stomach. As for Li Ye, a glint flashed in Mo Xier's eyes. She could easily guess his intentions; now that he had placed himself here, he would not let her escape easily.
But where had Night Star gone? Had he looked for her during her disappearance? A sense of anticipation mixed with anxiety filled her heart, and she was unsure where these emotions were coming from.
Zhiruo returned quickly, followed by two young palace maids carrying trays. It seemed that these two maids held low positions; they simply placed their items down and left.
Mo Xier paid them no mind. Meeting Zhiruo's calm gaze, she leisurely ate the food at hand. Although she was quite hungry at that moment, this was the palace; who knew if Zhiruo was an informant for Li Ye?
She had to tread carefully with every step she took, ensuring that no one could find any incriminating evidence against her.
Just as Mo Xier was contemplating how to leave the heavily guarded palace, Li Ye's figure appeared in Kunning Palace.
The bright yellow attire appeared less vibrant under the dim candlelight, and his cold eyes dimmed upon seeing the woman.
A smile naturally formed on his lips as he slowly walked over and sat down on the Crimson Chair, lazily leaning back against it. He gently said, "You are awake. How do you feel?"
Casting a faint glance at the man whose smile seemed insincere, Mo Xier suppressed her displeasure and replied coolly, "I am not dead yet!"
"What nonsense are you talking? You must take good care of your health; otherwise, I will be worried!" He looked at her with annoyance, his tone slightly reproachful.
Raising her delicate hand to lightly touch her forehead, Mo Xier sighed inwardly: Your Majesty, we really are not familiar with each other, alright?
With a hint of anger in her lowered eyes, concealing her displeasure, Mo Xier said softly, "Where is Night Star?"
The corners of his mouth, which had been curved in a smile, suddenly stiffened, and his expression darkened. "I saved you not to let you ask about unimportant people."
The cold words immediately caused Mo Xier's delicate face to fall. Her voice was sharp and devoid of warmth. "Please understand, Your Majesty, he is not an unimportant person; he is the one I am betrothed to."
The tall figure abruptly stood up from the red wooden chair with a whoosh. The wide sleeves swept through the air like a chilling wind, and his previously smiling eyes narrowed suddenly, filled with anger. "What if you are betrothed? As long as it is something I desire, including people, I will definitely obtain it."
The woman in red stood up as well, her bloodthirsty eyes fixed on the man before her. "I didn't originally dislike you too much, but now..." She shifted her tone. "You make me feel disgusted."
With someone else's identity, he leisurely enjoyed the servitude of others while trying to claim someone else's wife. Mo Xier had never encountered such a despicable person.
Her pupils constricted sharply, and her slender fingers slowly rose to pinch his sharp jaw. Her voice was as cold as a knife. "Disgusting? Then I will let you feel disgusted enough."
Suddenly, his hands fell forcefully onto her delicate shoulders, applying slight pressure. With a swift motion, he threw her fragile body onto the red wooden bed.
Bang!
Feeling a bone-deep pain in her back, she furrowed her brows tightly. Yin Tao let out a low moan, "Hmm," followed by a look of terror on her beautiful face. "What are you going to do?"
"Hmph," came a cold snort from his nostrils. "Did you not say I was disgusting? Let me show you what true disgust is."
As soon as he finished speaking, his long hand ruthlessly tore open her bright red outer garment, revealing her fragrant skin without reservation. The soft skin on her chest was exposed as the clothing was ripped away, bouncing into view and stirring ripples in his heart.
Something soft inside him suddenly hardened; somewhere deep within him was ignited by the sight of her delicate and charming body. Without caring whether she was willing or not, he forcefully tore off his own clothes in a rough manner.
Mo Xier's jade-like hand tried to cover herself; anger and shyness flickered across her flushed cheeks. She cursed inwardly at the damned man!
Raising her eyes to look at the man before her as he prepared to advance, her slender body twisted continuously. Gritting her teeth, she said, "Li Ye, you are shameless."
The man's strength was inherently greater than a woman's, and with some martial arts background, he easily restrained her twisting limbs.
His head lowered beside her ear, his voice hoarse from desire, "When you're beneath me, lost in ecstasy, let's see if you still call me shameless."
His hands did not stop, moving from her warm abdomen to the skin at her waist, fingers teasing and kissing her slender neck before suddenly biting down hard.
"Ah, you bastard, let me go! I want to kill you!" Mo Xier's voice rang out in the empty room, filled with anger and humiliation as her delicate hands struck his back.
However, her words received no response from the man; instead, they only fueled his efforts further.
Taking advantage of the silence, his hoarse voice carried a mocking tone, "What a tormenting little vixen you are. I'm waiting for you to scream beneath me!" He then slowly guided her hand downward.
A cold smile crept across his lips as he disdainfully said, "Why wear such a humiliating expression? Aren't you enjoying the pleasure I'm giving you? Your body can't lie. Indeed, women are all little temptresses."
Humiliation spread throughout her mind. She had never known that hating someone could feel like holding a knife and slowly carving open her own chest, like the pain of slow slicing, letting blood flow freely.
"Mo Xi'er, Mo Xi'er..." The man's deep groans echoed in her ears, causing her a splitting headache and overwhelming irritation, making her want to pierce him with a long sword.
Yet she was powerless; her soft fists hit him like they were striking cotton.
Suddenly, Mo Xier stopped struggling, allowing his long hands to roam over her pale body. She lay there like a corpse, staring blankly at the dark ceiling above—empty, angry, and filled with hatred all mixed together.
Noticing the change in her demeanor, the man paused for just a moment before continuing his previous actions.
However, just as he was halfway through his movements, a voice called from outside the chamber: "Your Majesty!"
His actions halted abruptly. Her flushed cheeks darkened instantly as she slammed her fist onto the bedboard with a heavy thud. Her tone was sharp as a sword as she spoke to the door's shadowy figure: "You better have an urgent matter!"
The night was inherently quiet, and although his voice was very soft, Zhang Zehai outside the door heard it clearly. He suddenly shivered, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. "Your Excellency... The Chancellor is looking for you, saying there is an urgent matter."
Having spoken those words, Zhang Zehai was already drenched in sweat, knowing from the Emperor's voice that something intimate had just occurred inside. Had he known earlier, he wouldn't have dared to call out to the Emperor.
Li Ye's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light as he rolled out of bed, grabbed the clothes he had torn off, and slowly put them on. Before leaving, he cast a smile at the unmoving figure on the bed and said coldly, "You should stop hoping for Night Star!"
"He has already been dispatched to Boiling City. That place may seem calm on the surface, but in reality, it is chaotic. If he is fortunate enough to return alive, you probably won't have the face to see him again."
At that time, this woman would become his possession. With Night Star's proud nature, he probably wouldn't want him either. The thought made his smile even broader. "By the way, this Kunning Palace will be your palace from now on; you will be its master."
Although this woman often opposed others, she was worthy of being the Queen of the Heavenly Universe Kingdom!
The woman lying on the bed turned her head slightly and said coldly, "If outsiders knew you are not the biological child of the Empress Dowager, I wonder if you still have the qualifications to establish a successor!"
Li Ye's expression turned cold as his eyes narrowed tightly. "Then it depends on whether you can walk out of here alive." He flicked his sleeve and left without looking back.
As he departed, the woman on the bed let out a heavy breath. Fortunately, she had not... The thought made her break into a cold sweat. No, she must leave this place as soon as possible.
In the Imperial Study, the Chancellor stood with a grim expression waiting for Li Ye. When he saw him enter, he hurriedly bowed and handed over the memorial in his hand with a cold tone. "Your Majesty, take a look at what is written in this memorial. Night Star does not regard Your Majesty at all; if this continues, won't Boiling City be under his control?"
Li Ye merely glanced at the contents of the memorial with indifference; a flash of brilliance crossed his eyes. How could he still thrive so well after reaching that point? It seemed he had underestimated him.
"What else? What does the Chancellor think should be done?" He leaned lazily against the back of his chair, feeling utterly drained. The restlessness of Mo Xier in Kunning Palace had nearly exhausted all his strength.
His long fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest of the chair, creating a powerful rhythm in the silent Imperial Study.
"I believe Your Majesty can act without imperial decree and privately execute the general guarding Boiling City, recalling him and putting him to death!" The cold words showed no mercy even though that person was his own nephew.
The narrow eyes suddenly lifted to look directly at the Chancellor, a hint of confusion flashing across his face. "He is still your nephew; do you really want him dead?"
Then, as a fellow nephew, would he also be schemed against one day? With this thought, a chill rose in Li Ye's heart. It seemed that the Chancellor was not as supportive of him as he appeared.
Could it be that everything he did was for his own sake?
With a fierce flick of his long sleeves, the Chancellor's eyes gleamed with malice. "He is not my nephew, nor your brother; he is the true prince!"
"What?" Li Ye suddenly stood up from his chair, shock evident in his eyes.
He had calculated everything but never expected things to turn out this way. Why had they previously told him that Night Star was his brother and the son of Old Madam?
The flickering candlelight reflected in his pupils, carrying a hint of warmth. His voice was cold and sharp, like a chilling sword, as he looked expressionlessly at Jiang Huai. "Is the Chancellor joking with me?"
The Chancellor's aged and murky eyes suddenly sparkled with sharpness. "Why would I joke about something so significant? Think carefully: if he were truly your brother, why has Old Madam never treated him well throughout his life?"
"This?" Li Ye was taken aback. "Isn't it because Old General died in battle and she vented her anger on him?"
Although Old General was alive now, Old Madam was unaware of this; it seemed reasonable enough for that reason.
"That is merely a rumor for outsiders. We have tried every means to transfer him away from the capital to prevent him from discovering his identity and rising up to threaten your throne."
Bang!
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