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"What is it?" Night Star's thin lips slowly uttered two words as he continued his actions, rolling up the sleeves embroidered with a green snake.
He then sat down beside a black wooden table, which was covered with thick books filled with discussions on ethics and morality. His indifferent eyes revealed a mocking smile; such a burly man was putting on the airs of a scholar, not caring if others laughed at him.
The room he was in belonged to Li De Xu. Boiling City had harsh conditions, and even though he held great power there, he could only afford a single residence. Night Star was not one to be particular about such things, so he did not have the place renovated and simply moved in.
He handed the bamboo tube to the man in black, whose voice was respectful yet indifferent. "This is the message sent by Qinglong today."
Taking the bamboo tube from his hand, the sharp-eyed man casually scanned the slanted characters on it. Qinglong was a martial artist and not well-read; for him to write like this was already quite impressive.
His otherwise unremarkable face suddenly turned cold upon seeing the last few words, exuding an aura of lethal intent. His voice was as cold as an arrow: "Damn it."
The man in black was startled and quickly looked at Night Star, noticing an eerie glow surrounding him—a chilling momentum that even made him take a half-step back in surprise.
Unaware of what was written on the bamboo tube that could provoke such anger from his master, he held his breath and dared not speak. The man before him radiated danger; remaining silent was the only way to avoid drawing ire.
Night Star clenched the note tightly, his internal energy surging suddenly. His black pupils turned blood-red, as if ablaze with fierce flames. In just a moment, the note in his hand turned to ashes.
Opening his palm, he reined in his imposing aura. His sinister gaze swept over the quiet ashes resting in his hand, and a slight smile curled at the corners of his mouth. With a gentle blow, the ashes scattered into the air.
However, shock soon followed; his internal energy had circulated within him several times before being released—something that had never happened before. His brows furrowed slightly; what was going on?
The man in black stared wide-eyed in disbelief at Night Star. How did he manage that? To use internal energy to reduce a note to powder? He looked at the colorless man before him in astonishment, wondering what could have been written on that note to incite such fury from his master.
"Master?" Finally, unable to contain himself, the man in black tentatively called out.
Yet the man sitting in the chair under the sunlight showed no change in expression: "Have Qinglong send Si Ji to rescue Mo Xi'er. We will tidy up and head to Kyoto immediately."
The man in black immediately understood the source of his master's earlier anger, but his current actions were far from wise. "Master, you absolutely must not."
"Eh?" The finely arched brows seemed sharp as if carved from ice, and the cold, piercing eyes fixed on him. The words that escaped the thin, sharp lips were delivered in a strange tone, echoing throughout the room.
Sweat instantly beaded on the man's forehead as he took half a step back, quickly steadying himself!
Holding his breath, his dark face turned crimson in an instant!
He hesitated for a moment but still risked being crushed by his master's wrath to advise, "Master, we have just arrived in Boiling City and have yet to establish a foothold. Moreover, if we return now, it would give those people an opportunity to strike. At that time, your life would be in grave danger.
There is Qinglong on the lady's side; I believe he will ensure she is not wronged. Why not wait for news from Qinglong?"
After saying this, the man in black was drenched in sweat, his clothes chillingly cold. He lowered his head and dared not look into those cold eyes any longer.
"Do you know what is written above?" The imposing aura remained unyielding, and the indifferent tone concealed an unmistakable intent to kill and despair.
He looked at Night Star with confusion but did not speak.
"The Emperor has imprisoned Mo Xi'er in Kunning Palace, intending to crown her as Queen!" The man's entire demeanor suddenly deflated, his hoarse voice laced with deep despair as he leaned back against the chair, gripping his hands tightly on the table.
"How could the Emperor do this?" Even the cold man in black exuded a terrifying aura at this moment.
Damn it! His master had fought hard to protect his territory, yet the Emperor dared to covet his master's woman. They had a marriage contract that had been publicly announced; did the Emperor not fear the scrutiny of those in the palace?
His tightly clenched hands suddenly lifted as he waved them dismissively. "Fine then, I can rest assured with Qinglong there. The Emperor likely hopes I will return so he can pin a crime on me."
He abruptly changed the subject: "How is the situation being handled here in Boiling City?"
"The common people are very satisfied with the lord's style of governance. However, Li De Xu's subordinates occasionally provoke trouble. According to the lord's orders, those who rob the common people of their belongings have had their hands chopped off, and those who harass women have been castrated. Currently, the people's support for the lord is very high!"
Nodding in satisfaction, his voice was no longer cold, but it wasn't much warmer either: "Continue."
"There has been no movement from Old Madam and Old General; it seems they have suddenly settled down, spending all day in the general's residence, not stepping out of the main gate or the second gate."
Suddenly, a sparrow flew in through the window and landed on the windowsill, chirping away. His indifferent gaze followed the bird for a moment before he turned his head back, speaking casually: "What else?"
The man in black looked at him in disbelief. Was he that obvious? The lord actually knew he had more to say. Collecting his thoughts, he spoke with a hint of pleading: "Do Zhuque and Baihu want to come back?"
His words did not elicit a response from the man; Night Star simply stared at him intently, his tightly closed lips tapping rhythmically on the table.
After a long while, his thin lips slowly parted: "Why do they want to come back?"
"They know about the lord's arrival in Boiling City and are worried about you. Your situation is becoming increasingly dangerous; they want to return to support you." He lowered his head, afraid to meet the man's gaze, fearing that this statement might provoke the anger that had only just subsided.
A flicker of unusual emotion crossed the man's eyes. After finally leaving the Training Institute, did they really want to risk returning?
His tone was no longer as cold as before: "Then let them come back."
He was currently short on manpower; having Zhuque and Baihu return would undoubtedly bolster his strength. Although everyone from the Training Institute was exceptional, they paled in comparison to these few elites.
In Kunning Palace of Heavenly Universe Kingdom, a woman dressed in a red coat stood dazedly by the window. Her willow-like brows were tightly furrowed, and her thin lips were pressed together.
Suddenly, a cool breeze blew in, causing her frail body to shrink slightly. She rubbed her jade hands over her arms back and forth to warm herself.
Her sharp eyes sparkled with intensity, no longer playful or cute as when she was with Night Star; her delicate oval face was as cold as a winter's day in late December.
The newly lit candle seemed to know it had regained life, desperately flickering in the darkness, as if wanting to shine brightly until its last moment, yet the bright flame did not warm Mo Xier's gloomy face.
Several guards patrolled back and forth outside the hall, their expressions cold and emotionless. Her pupils suddenly constricted as she looked at the armed guards outside, a chill running through her heart.
Since that incident, Li Ye had not set foot in Kunning Palace again. As for why, Mo Xier did not want to know or care.
The palace maid named Zhiruo still served her diligently every day, seemingly unaware of what it meant to be angry, her smile never fading.
Sigh!
In the darkness, Mo Xier sighed softly, raised her hand to close the window, and walked over to the tea that Zhiruo had brought in not long ago, slowly sitting down.
She picked up the blue-and-white porcelain teacup with her jade-like hand and brought it to her lips, taking a light sip. The fragrance of the tea filled her nose and slowly slid down her throat; however, at that moment, she had no mood to savor this fine tribute, Biluochun.
Her icy cheeks softened at the thought of Night Star, a gentle smile appearing on her lips. Yet suddenly, the scene of Li Ye nearly assaulting her flashed in her mind, instantly mixing anger and hatred together.
Her black pupils turned into blood-red ones, burning with overwhelming rage. The hair that had just turned black suddenly became white under the candlelight, looking particularly terrifying!
She gripped the teacup tightly in her hands when suddenly there was a loud "bang," and the intact blue-and-white porcelain cup shattered in her grasp, blood slowly oozing from her pale palm.
Her bloodthirsty pupils widened in disbelief as she stared at everything before her. Suddenly, countless fragments flashed through her mind, numerous figures shifting unpredictably in her thoughts.
With bloodied hands covering her head, she fell to the ground in terror, shouting angrily, "It hurts, it hurts! Ah! No..."
The tightly closed red bead door swung open, and a young woman hurriedly approached her, deep concern in her eyes. "Miss, Miss, what's wrong?"
"I... my head hurts." Just three words took all her strength as Mo Xier curled up on the ground, rolling continuously.
The fragments in her mind felt like they were about to explode her head. She kept hitting her delicate head with her jade-like hands, finding some relief only this way.
A hand suddenly grabbed Mo Xier's hand that was pounding her head. Zhiruo looked panicked. "Miss, what happened? Please don't scare me!"
"Help me, my head hurts so much." She struggled to break free from Zhiruo's grip and began to hit her head again, mumbling softly. Her consciousness was starting to blur, and she couldn't even see who was in front of her.
"Xingchen, Xingchen, where are you? My head hurts, please come save me."
Tears as big as beans streamed down in a straight line, landing on her bloodied hands and staining her already bloodied face. Her cold eyes looked helplessly at the blurry figure before her, fearing that this person could save her.
As her awareness gradually faded, the hand that was hitting her head suddenly stopped. Her pupils closed tightly, tears still glistening on her face. Unable to endure the intense impact any longer, she fainted on the ground.
"Miss, please wake up... Imperial Physician, hurry and call the Imperial Physician." In the haze, she only heard a woman's anxious voice ringing in her ears before she lost all sense.
That night, she had a long dream. In the dream, a little girl tightly clutched the corner of a boy's clothing, pouting as if she were unhappy that her brother only practiced swordsmanship and didn't play with her.
The young boy's face showed a doting expression as he spoke gently, "Cloud Pearl, be good. Brother will take you to play now."
The scene shifted abruptly. The little girl was taken by an extraordinary beauty into a lush forest. For many years, she practiced internal martial arts diligently every day. When she grew tired, she looked at the woman pleadingly. "Master, Cloud Pearl is tired; can I take a break?"
However, her childish words did not evoke any sympathy from the woman. With a cold voice, she said, "What do you mean take a break? Practice properly! If you can't master this technique, just wait and see how I deal with you."
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