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The little girl felt wronged in her heart but dared not speak out, so she could only grit her teeth and persevere.
Slowly, the little girl transformed into a stunning beauty, dressed in white, dancing gracefully in the mountains. With a flick of her sword, she struck at the trees of Wei Li.
Her exquisite cheeks were chillingly cold, her eyes icy and merciless, her lips tightly sealed. She was tall and exuded an aura of lethal grace. Her white hair cascaded to her shoulders, blending with the surrounding forest.
Suddenly, the scene shifted. A man in dark blue armor appeared. Despite his cold demeanor, there was an endless tenderness in his eyes. His long fingers gently caressed the white hair of the woman in his arms as he spoke affectionately, "Will you come back to the General's residence with me?"
A smile filled the woman's face, happiness flooding her mind: "Yes."
That single word felt like a promise worth its weight in gold, completely surrendering herself to him. He was the man she deeply loved; it didn't matter how much he changed for her—he was the one she adored.
However, just as they were about to depart, an unparalleled beauty appeared, stopping the White-Clad Woman from following the man. The woman desperately tried to persuade her master, but when she returned to see him, he no longer recognized her.
In that moment, despair and helplessness mixed with hatred. She screamed loudly, her piercing voice echoing through the valley. With bloodlust in her eyes and a sword that killed anyone in sight, she became a Demoness feared by all.
In the end, she died consumed by hatred, yet even in death, her eyes remained wide open as if unable to close.
Lying on the bed was the stunning beauty who suddenly opened her eyes. Sweat had already trickled down to her neck. Her clear eyes grew increasingly cold and terrifying as she abruptly sat up and looked around at everything familiar.
Suddenly, a worried voice reached her ears: "Miss, you are awake?"
Following the sound, Mo Xier glanced expressionlessly at Zhiruo and replied coldly, "Yes."
Zhiruo was startled by Mo Xier's appearance. What happened to her? Her expression was frightening; could it be that she had suddenly woken up and gone mad? Feeling scared inside but still saying, "I will go get some food for you."
Zhiruo strongly ignored the sudden appearance of Mo Xier's white hair and wanted to treat her as usual!
Mo Xier stared blankly at the woman for a moment before ignoring her. The fog had finally been lifted, and she understood why her hair alternated between white and black; it was all due to the countless killings committed by the owner of this body.
As for that man, it wasn't that he couldn't remember her; he had been given a memory-erasing potion by his master. It turned out that the owner of this body was named Cloud Pearl, but who was that little boy?
Could it be that she was originally a child from a wealthy family? Taken away by her master?
White Hair no longer transformed into black strands, remaining strikingly pale. This indicated that she had recalled everything from her past life, and with those memories came the bloodshed she had caused. Staring blankly at her hands, she wondered if they were stained with blood.
The door was pushed open again, but it wasn't Zhiruo who entered; instead, it was the man who made her feel nauseous at the sight of him. Willow Brows furrowed instantly, her eyes glaring fiercely at the man dressed in bright yellow as he slowly approached her.
The man gently sat on the edge of her bed. Rain Dew expressed concern, "Are you alright? Why did you suddenly faint?" She wanted to ask about his hair as well, but Li Ye held back that question! It seemed that her hair had become a taboo topic!
"Don't worry about me." The cold words slowly escaped from her thin lips, devoid of any warmth. Mo Xier couldn't even be bothered to give him a glance.
Hearing this, Li Ye was about to explode when suddenly the words of the imperial physician flashed through his mind: "The young lady fainted due to shock." In an instant, his anger dissipated; he realized that his actions that day had been too forceful and had frightened her.
A wave of self-reproach surged within him: "If you feel unwell, just call Zhiruo; she will come to inform me."
"The emperor should focus on your own matters; otherwise, your identity might be exposed, and your throne could be in jeopardy." Her icy words pierced directly at Li Ye.
His suppressed anger flared up again, but upon seeing the woman's weak face, he couldn't bear to lash out: "Rest well; call for me if you need anything."
The woman on the bed did not respond to him, not even giving him a glance. With a flick of her sleeve, she coldly left.
The crimson wooden door slammed shut. Mo Xier abruptly turned her face towards the door and then got up to look at herself in the bronze mirror. Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind: with her memories restored, could it be that her martial arts had also returned?
With this in mind, Mo Xier decided to give it a try. She turned around to face the spot where the teacup was placed and began to channel energy from her Dantian based on her memories. Instantly, a surge of heat rose from her abdomen. She slightly raised her hands and forcefully swung them towards the teacup.
A gust of cold wind burst forth from her sleeves, shattering the teacup into pieces. Looking at the broken cup, a cold smile finally appeared on her face, though it quickly faded away.
If I remember correctly, the woman in my dream possessed unfathomable martial arts skills. She shattered the cup so easily that it seemed the guards at the door were no match for her.
Suddenly standing up from the chair, she slowly walked to the crimson door, raised her jade hand, and opened it. A blinding ray of sunlight pierced directly into her eyes, and for a moment, she couldn't withstand the scorching brightness and raised her hand to shield herself.
Before she could regain her composure, the guards at the door pointed their spears directly at her, their voices cold: "Miss, please return. His Majesty has ordered that you cannot leave this room."
Seeing such an unusual woman, the guards felt a chill under the blazing sun! Her white hair was as striking as snow, making her seem formidable! The guards instinctively took a step back!
Mo Xier sneered, "Oh really? If I insist on going out, what will you do?"
"If you insist on ignoring our advice, we will not be polite," replied the older guard, his brows furrowed in displeasure at Mo Xier's lack of respect.
They were assigned by the Emperor to guard Kunning Palace. This girl clearly had the Emperor's favor, and they truly did not dare to act against her; however, preventing her from leaving the palace was still within their capabilities.
"Then let's see how you won't be polite!" Her smiling face suddenly turned grim as she raised her palm, channeling her inner strength and striking directly at the guard.
The guard did not expect Mo Xier to launch such an attack. Caught off guard, he took her blow hard; the powerful impact forced him to retreat continuously until someone behind him caught him.
Just then, "Pfft!"
As soon as he steadied himself, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood onto the white palace wall, creating a vivid and bizarre mark. The guard fainted right there!
Mo Xier was also stunned by the immense inner strength of this body and remained dazed for a while. Suddenly, she noticed a cold spear glinting with a chilling light thrusting toward her. She focused her mind and slightly bent her body to evade the incoming spear.
Her thin lips curled into a smile that seemed to seep through ice, carrying an eerie chill. With her fair hand, she dodged the guard's spear and swiftly kicked out, sending him sprawling to the ground.
If she were an ordinary woman, such a kick would not have knocked a guard back several steps; however, at this moment, Mo Xier exerted all her strength and heightened her inner power. Thus, what seemed like an ordinary kick caused the guard to spit blood uncontrollably.
The guard looked at the woman in disbelief, unable to fathom that she possessed such profound martial arts skills. He immediately shouted, "Someone come! Quickly capture her!"
This woman is someone the Emperor specifically keeps an eye on. If she escapes, who knows how he will punish them.
As soon as the guard finished speaking, a large group of guards rushed in this direction. Mo Xier had a bloodthirsty smile on her lips. She lightly tapped her toes on the rock and flew up to the roof.
Turning her head, she glanced disdainfully at the palace courtyard, her expression cold. In just a moment, she activated her lightness skill and leaped away, disappearing into the desolate palace walls.
By the time Li Ye arrived, Mo Xier had already vanished without a trace. A large number of guards were kneeling in front of him, not daring to look up.
His face was dark, his pupils burning like fire as he stared directly at the people kneeling below him. Gritting his teeth, he said, "A bunch of useless things! What good are you to me?"
"Your Majesty, please forgive us. I am willing to accept punishment," said the Chief of the Imperial Guards, knowing he had made a mistake and not daring to argue, only asking for the Emperor's mercy.
With cold eyes fixed on the person before him and his hands clasped behind his back, he spoke icily: "You should be punished. You can't even keep track of one woman; you all deserve a good punishment."
It was infuriating. He had gone through great lengths to bring her back to the palace, and the ceremony for her becoming Queen was already in preparation when she suddenly ran away. But why did she suddenly possess such profound martial skills?
He had chosen only the elite from within the palace, yet they were easily dealt with by her. As he thought about this, his brows suddenly furrowed; could it be related to her white hair?
A chill suddenly rose in his heart. Previously, there were rumors that women with white hair were calamities for the nation. At that time, he was captivated by Mo Xier's beauty and thought that a single woman couldn't cause much trouble; he hadn't paid much attention to those rumors.
Now that he thought about it, those rumors were not without basis. If she truly was a calamity for the country, then his nation would be in grave danger.
With cold eyes fixed on the kneeling guards before him, he spoke frostily: "Each of you will receive thirty lashes."
The Chief of the Imperial Guards was taken aback but quickly expressed gratitude: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"
For them, this was already the lightest punishment possible. Although they didn't understand why the Emperor would let them off so easily this time, they felt relieved that he did not hold it against them.
In truth, Li Ye never intended to let them off easily. After changing the name of the nation, countless eyes were already watching him. If he punished palace guards for one woman now, it would surely provoke dissatisfaction among officials in court; he could only reduce their punishment.
In the ancestral hall of Night Manor, filled with the scent of Musk, smoke swirled around. The Old Madam, dressed in crimson, stared intently at the memorial tablet, her wrinkled hands fiddling with a Sandalwood prayer bead.
She muttered something under her breath, the words unclear.
Suddenly, a black figure flashed into the room. From its build, it was evident that it was old and stout, strands of White Hair mixed among its black locks. As soon as it stopped, the thick smoke enveloped it.
With sharp eyes narrowed, it glanced at the elderly woman kneeling on the soft mat, dissatisfaction evident in its gaze. "How many times have I told you not to use Musk? Yet you refuse to listen."
The Old Madam's hand paused briefly before she resumed turning the prayer beads, her aged eyes still closed. "Brother, you didn't come here just to scold me today, did you?"
Seeing her response, Jiang Huai merely frowned and sat down on a nearby chair. "I intended to have the Emperor execute Night Star, but he is unwilling."
Finally, the tightly shut eyes opened. The Old Madam slowly rose from the soft mat, her voice laced with confusion. "Why is that? Did you not tell him Night Star's true identity?"
Jiang Huai's voice was filled with anger as his aged hand clenched into a fist and slammed down on the table, producing a loud sound. "Of course I told him! It's just that he fears it might destabilize the kingdom and is temporarily afraid to act against him."
"He has been the Emperor for several years now; he must consider everything carefully. Besides, Night Star does not even know his own identity and will not take any action."
The Old Madam slowly walked to another chair. As she moved, the ornaments in her hair jingled sharply in the silence of the ancestral hall, creating an especially jarring sound.
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