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"No!" Mo Xier suddenly sprang from his embrace, hatred surging in her heart. "He is not your brother. I heard it clearly that day; Old Madam told the Prime Minister that you are not her child. You are the son of the Empress Dowager!"
"What?" He stood up abruptly from the bed, looking at her in disbelief, unable to accept that what she said was true.
Standing up from the bed and grabbing his cold, slender hands, Mo Xier angrily said, "It's true. It seems my previous suspicions were not wrong at all. You are the son of the Empress Dowager. They let their own son ascend to the throne while allowing you, the true prince, to fall into obscurity and serve them. There must be a huge conspiracy behind this!"
With his brows tightly furrowed, Night Star suddenly thought of how they disregarded everyone's opposition and insisted on having the Emperor change the name of the nation to Ye Family. Could it be that they wanted to replace the Li Family's rule with that of the Night Family?
"I didn't expect them to have such great ambitions." His eyes deepened with an unfathomable sadness as he felt disheartened by all his efforts over the years.
Now he finally understood why Old Madam had always treated him coldly; it turned out he was not her biological child, which explained her treatment of him.
But after all these years, did she really have no feelings for him at all? Even if he wasn't her biological child, so what? Now that he knew this fact, he still believed they had their reasons for it. But why did she have no feelings for him whatsoever?
"Not only that, but Old Madam also sent people to kill Mama Liu and Dog Egg's family. Earlier, I was also ambushed; if Jiang Wei hadn't helped me, we might have already been separated by death." The hatred surged within Mo Xier as she recalled what she had heard on the rooftop that day.
Mama Liu was such a good woman, and Dog Egg was so honest and loyal. They hadn't even had a chance to marry and have children before being murdered by others. How could they be so ruthless? Did they not suffer from nightmares when they lay awake at night?
Even though she claimed to have converted to Buddhism, if Buddha knew her hands were stained with blood, would he cast her into the eighteen layers of hell to suffer in raging flames?
Night Star stared blankly at the woman revealing everything to him, his heart churning like a stormy sea. In his heart, although Old Madam had been a bit strict with him, she was polite and courteous to others. Such a person could be so cruel.
"Master." A voice came from outside the door, breaking Night Star's stunned silence.
It was cold as a blade, devoid of any warmth.
The person outside did not hear a response from within and cautiously opened the door, only to find a man and a woman standing there in shock. The woman's pale face was marked by anger, while the man's cold cheeks revealed deep astonishment.
He paused, unsure if his master would be even more shocked upon hearing this news.
"What is it?" Finally realizing that there were others in the room, Night Star suppressed his emotions, placing his hands behind his back and staring expressionlessly at the newcomers.
"The man spoke up."
With a casual raise of his brow and a meaningful glance at the person before him, he then sat down on a nearby chair, inadvertently pulling the angry woman into his embrace as he did so.
The woman was suddenly yanked forward, losing her balance and falling into the man's arms. Her face showed annoyance, but inside she felt sweetly content; being held by him felt wonderful!
Once she adjusted herself into a comfortable position, Night Star calmly looked at the man in black and said coldly, "What is it?"
It seemed that aside from addressing the woman, he always spoke in short phrases, rarely saying much. However, when he did speak, his words cut straight to the point.
The man in black's expression darkened as he glanced nervously at the impassive figure before him and then said, "It's about the Chancellor!"
Time seemed to freeze as a dangerous atmosphere filled the air. The man lounging against the chair did not respond; instead, he ran his long fingers through the woman's white hair as if he had already foreseen what was being said.
After a long moment, his hand stopped moving. His voice was cold and devoid of emotion: "Since you've obtained the information I wanted, give him a swift end!"
He was not someone who enjoyed killing; rather, there were times when circumstances forced him to act this way. In the past, he could overlook certain matters, but this time those people had chased him all the way to Boiling City. Their actions were ruthless and tight-lipped. If extreme measures were not taken, he feared he would have no other options left but to confront death himself.
But uncle... do you truly wish for my demise? After all, I have called you uncle for twenty years. Even without blood ties, do you feel nothing for me at all?
His cold eyes fixed ahead, revealing nothing of what he was thinking at that moment.
Heavenly Universe Kingdom, Imperial Study.
Snowflakes fell heavily, blanketing the entire world in white, and this palace standing firm in Kyoto was no exception. The interior was dimly lit, with only three candles flickering.
A man dressed in bright yellow stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing out at the thick snow outside. His handsome face was extremely cold, lacking the youthful innocence of before; instead, it bore the maturity and calmness that came from experiencing many events, even a hint of ruthlessness.
His slender brows hung low over deep-set eyes that resembled an unfathomable pool. His thin lips were tightly closed, and his expression mirrored the icy winter outside, making one shiver.
Thoughts swirled in his mind as if he recalled something. He parted his lips slightly and called out slowly into the silent night: "Mo Chou."
Moments later, a figure appeared in the dark room. He had a stern face, a robust build, and exuded an aura of danger. His tone was cold, but there was respect for the person before him: "Your Majesty!"
"How is the investigation going?" Without turning around, his sharp eyes remained fixed on the view outside. The trees had long since withered, now cloaked in a layer of white, adding an unusual scene to the dense winter.
"She has arrived at Boiling City. While passing through Vermilion Bird Kingdom, she was ambushed by unidentified assailants in black. The few people accompanying her seemed extraordinary, but within half a stick of incense's time, those attackers were dealt with," reported Mo Chou in a cool voice, recounting what he had discovered.
The Emperor's expression tightened slightly before he turned around and said slowly, "Is there any movement from the Prime Minister's Residence or the General's Manor?"
Mo Chou paused for a moment before responding, "There has been no activity from the General's Manor. However, several months ago, the Prime Minister sent out a group of assassins to kill Night General. They were eliminated by Night General himself, leaving one survivor. We have been unable to trace what happened to that person afterward."
The individuals around Night Star were all exceptional; their infiltration into the inner circle was impossible. They could only gather information from those on the periphery and learned that one person had been captured, but nothing more could be uncovered about subsequent events.
The man's brow furrowed deeply as a strange expression crossed his face: "He actually has assassins?"
He had always known that officials in court would find some thugs for themselves; even the Prime Minister was no exception. However, he never expected that such skilled assassins would be at his disposal. A sense of danger began to rise within him.
If he hadn't established his own power early on due to foresight, might he have been one of those heads targeted by those assassins?
Prime Minister? Do you truly support me as you claim?
The narrow eyes squinted tightly, sharp pupils glinting with intensity as he turned to Mo Chou and said, "Keep a close watch on the Prime Minister's Residence. Report to me immediately if you notice anything unusual."
"Understood." Mo Chou nodded, then suddenly thought of something and asked in a low voice, "When will the Black Wind Cult act? They have already dispersed as per your orders."
"No rush." A smile curved at the corners of his lips. "Now is not the time."
Since someone was watching Night Star, he felt no urgency to take action. As long as his throne was not threatened, he could temporarily shift his focus to those around him.
Ever since Mo Xier escaped that day, a sense of panic had risen within him. He always felt that this woman could bring about a tremendous change to his throne.
Thus, after that day, he established the Black Wind Cult as a precaution against anyone who might oppose him. This way, it would also facilitate actions he could not openly undertake.
The old faction of the Li Family occupied a significant portion of the court. With the Empress Dowager remaining secluded and spending her days in the Buddha Hall, those factions grew increasingly suspicious of his intentions to change the Nation Name.
Moreover, with the Chancellor constantly fanning the flames beside him, he suddenly realized that the Chancellor's eagerness this time might not be solely for his throne. Indeed, his people quickly discovered that there were a group of highly skilled assassins residing within the Prime Minister's Residence.
"Your Majesty, Consort Qing has arrived." Before Li Ye could think further, Zhang Zehai's voice sounded from outside.
With sharp eyes glancing at the person kneeling before him, he coldly commanded, "Leave."
In just a moment, only Li Ye remained in the room; no one knew how that person exited.
"Come in."
As soon as his words fell, a slender figure appeared at the door. Tall and graceful in a green palace dress, her stunning beauty was accentuated by drooping willow brows. Light rouge adorned her cheeks, and a broad smile graced her lips.
Carrying a red tray in her hands, she revealed a small blue-and-white porcelain bowl atop it. A rich aroma filled the room as she swayed her delicate form toward the candlelight.
With agile movements, she set down the tray and spoke in a soft voice like flowing water: "Your Majesty, I thought you must be exhausted from reviewing memorials, so I personally made some nourishing soup for you. Please drink it before continuing your work!"
The cold expression on the man's face gradually softened as he reached out to wrap his arms around the woman's waist, pulling her into his embrace. A faint scent of mint wafted into his nose, instantly refreshing him.
His voice was soft and indulgent as he said, “Green Wisteria, how many times have I told you? Now that you are pregnant, you shouldn’t overexert yourself. Leave these matters to the palace servants.”
The woman wore a gentle smile and replied slowly, “It’s nothing serious. I just feel that I can only trust the things I do myself.”
He playfully tapped her nose with his finger, his tone warm. “You really don’t listen. If you harm our child, just wait and see how I’ll deal with you.”
Green Wisteria pouted in dissatisfaction, her face showing a hint of annoyance. “Does the Emperor no longer care for me now that he has a son? It truly hurts my feelings.”
“Haha.” He laughed at her words, the gloom in his heart dissipating. “You’re actually jealous of your own child.”
The woman gazed at her beloved man, who was smiling brightly, but she remained silent with a smile.
She had always hoped that this man would visit Cining Palace more often while staying in Empress Dowager’s palace so she could see him every day. His eyes had never lingered on her, but she didn’t mind; as long as she could watch him from afar, she felt content.
However, one day in the Imperial Garden, she was sent by Empress Dowager to fetch a book from the study when she accidentally ran into his favored concubine. That concubine was usually arrogant due to her favor and, since she had been serving Empress Dowager closely and rarely ventured out of the palace, she did not recognize Green Wisteria.
In a moment of panic, Green Wisteria didn’t notice her and was caught off guard by the concubine's incessant chatter about being disrespected. Fortunately, the Emperor happened to pass by and rescued her while dealing with the concubine.
From that day on, the man’s gaze remained fixed on her, and she rightfully became his Consort Qing.
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