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The woman's frailty did not elicit even a hint of pity from him; instead, it stirred a wave of disgust. Although she was beautiful, her calculating nature was truly off-putting, far inferior to his Mo Xier, who was straightforward in her feelings—if she liked someone, she liked them; if not, she simply did not, never pretending otherwise.
With a single statement, he immediately established Mo Xier's unshakeable position in this household, clearly indicating to her that Mo Xier was the master here, while she was merely a guest.
Anger simmered within her, but faced with the man's icy gaze, Liu Xuxin could only lower her head and slowly say, "I understand. It is my lack of guidance that has caused the maid to offend Miss Mo."
With that one sentence, she shifted all the blame onto the maid beside her, making herself appear innocent.
Seeing her weak and affected demeanor, Mo Xier felt quite displeased. However, since Liu Xuxin had said this, it would be inappropriate for her to say more; saying too much would make her seem unreasonable as the host.
She waved her hand and said to Xinrong, who had come along with Qinglong, "Xinrong, go prepare a guest room for Liu Girl to stay in."
Then she abruptly turned to Liu Xuxin with a smile and said, "Since the guest has arrived, Liu Girl should stay. However, this place is not like the General's residence; there aren't as many people to attend to you. Since you brought a maid, let her serve you."
The meaning behind her words was clear: on one hand, she fulfilled the etiquette of a host; on the other hand, it was a subtle threat that this was not the General's residence where Old Madam had her backing. If Liu Xuxin were to be ungrateful, there would be no one here to support her.
Her gaze shifted as she stood up, the hem of her skirt swaying slightly with Liu Xuxin's movements. "Thank you!"
Just as she was about to turn and leave, she suddenly remembered Old Madam's instructions. Turning back to look at Night Star, who was calmly sipping tea, she softly asked, "Aunt asked me to inquire about Cousin's health. Is he well?"
Upon hearing this, Night Star's body trembled slightly, and an unusual light flickered in her eyes. Did she truly care about his health? This had never happened before. After the mystery of her origins was revealed, did she finally feel guilty?
At this moment, however, Mo Xier's feelings were completely different from Night Star's. When Liu Xuxin asked that question, a glimmer of sharpness flashed in her eyes before quickly disappearing.
Concern? Hmph? Whether it's genuine or feigned, only she knows.
The poison in Xingchen's body is still unknown as to who is responsible, yet at this moment, Liu Xuxin appears and helps Old Madam probe for the truth. What could her intentions be? Only she knows.
Retracting her gaze, although not as cold as before, it still carried a hint of detachment: "It's fine!"
Saying this, she ignored Liu Xuxin and wrapped her arm around the waist of Mo Xier, who had also stood up, and slowly walked away, leaving behind Liu Xuxin, who stood there in a daze with a complex expression.
Her face seemed to be painted with emotions—anger, grievance, envy, disdain—various feelings constantly shifting across her delicate cheeks. Yes, that face twisted in an instant.
Night Star's methods are decisive, yet he always cares for the common people. In just half a year, the citizens of Boiling City take pride in him.
Under his meticulous management, Boiling City rivals the capital. Although living conditions have not greatly improved, the atmosphere of despondency has vanished.
He is different from Li Ye; Li Ye only acts in favor of his throne and ignores the people's grievances. In contrast, Night Star always puts the citizens first, no matter the circumstances.
Mo Xier has been in Boiling City for almost a month now. The few people around Night Star still show her indifference, but compared to before, it has improved significantly.
The woman named Zhuque suits her well, and their relationship has grown closer as a result.
Zhuque shared many things about Night Star that Mo Xier had never known. Even after spending so much time with him, she had not discovered some of his habits.
As for Jiang Wei, since arriving in Boiling City, he seems to be here for leisure, coming and going every day with a group of people enjoying themselves exploring Boiling City. Their enthusiasm makes Mo Xier curious; could Boiling City really have so many interesting things?
The only difference was that the woman named Ajin had changed into a dress, shedding her masculine appearance, and she truly was an extraordinarily beautiful woman.
With her large, expressive eyes, delicate eyebrows, an oval face, and a small mouth, Yin Tao's tall figure made it impossible for anyone not to be drawn closer at first glance.
For some reason, in recent days, Ajin had suddenly lost her hostility towards Mo Xier and often came to talk with her. Although puzzled, Mo Xier never rejected someone who took the initiative to approach her.
However, the biggest discovery was Xinrong and Qinglong; these two seemed to be oblivious to their surroundings as their gazes exchanged subtle glances. Mo Xier had noticed their unusual behavior early on and began to have some thoughts about it.
After that heavy snowfall, it had only stopped for three days before several more snowstorms hit. However, today the snow finally ceased, leaving a vast white expanse on the ground. Mo Xier stood in the courtyard admiring the snowy scenery when suddenly a voice called from behind her: “Mo Xi'er, why are you here all alone?”
Turning slightly, she saw Ajin dressed in green, with a long skirt covered by a thick layer of fur that tightly wrapped around her slender figure, revealing only her delicate cheeks.
Taking her cold hand, Mo Xier smiled lightly and said, “Ajin, what brings you here?”
“I was bored staying inside; my brother and the others went out. I suddenly felt like having some wine. Would you like to join me?” she pouted playfully.
“Wine?” Mo Xier was taken aback; she had never drunk alcohol since coming to this world.
She remembered times when she felt down and would buy a case of wine to hide away in her room, getting drunk and falling asleep—such a carefree feeling.
A bright light sparkled in her eyes as she smiled and said, “Sure.”
In the vast snowy field, the two women drank together without a care. Ajin seemed somewhat tipsy as she chattered on, “You know? I actually envy you.”
Most of the two jars of wine had gone into Ajin's stomach, yet she felt only a slight intoxication, while Mo Xier had already collapsed in the snow, the biting cold failing to rouse her from her drunkenness, her gaze becoming increasingly dazed.
She shook her head and smiled at the woman beside her, not saying a word.
Indeed, drinking capacity is something that can be trained; after a long time without drinking, just a few sips brought on a strong sense of drunkenness.
"You don't have to do anything to gain the affection of your beloved..."
"So many people want to protect you, cherish you, but I..."
"Why can't he look at me more? No matter how hard I try, he is stingy with even a smile..."
The woman seemed to be thoroughly drunk now, her voice filled with deep complaints. When she received no response, she turned to glance at the already unconscious Mo Xier and suddenly curled her lips into a cold smile.
After a moment, the dazed look in her eyes vanished. She cautiously reached out to touch the woman lying in the snow: "Mo Xi'er?"
But the sleeping woman did not open her eyes. Her voice blended with the cold snowy night as she noticed that the previously clear eyes suddenly sparkled with intensity, piercing directly at the sleeping figure.
"Mo Xi'er, you're drunk. Let me help you back to your room to rest."
They had been drinking since afternoon until nightfall. Night Star seemed to have been called away by Jiang Wei for some discussion, while Mo Xier had instructed Zhuque and Xinrong early on not to follow them as she wanted to drink heartily with Ajin.
As night gradually deepened and darkness spread across the endless sky, the sleeping woman suddenly felt a wave of heat coursing through her body. She reached out and began tugging at her clothes when suddenly, a pair of icy hands appeared and began roaming fervently over her delicate form.
A ripple stirred in her heart, and her mind was in chaos.
Feeling hands unbuttoning her clothes, Mo Xier's gaze became hazy. In the darkness, she couldn't see the person's face, but the warm breath on her body shattered her nerves.
Suddenly, a voice floated down from above: "Indeed, she is a stunning Fair Lady."
Her mind snapped back to clarity as she weakly pushed the man pressing down on her away, her voice cold: "Who are you?"
She struggled to regain her composure, but the ensuing heat continued to assault her brain. The fire within her felt like it was about to ignite, burning intensely.
"What a killjoy. Do you even know who you're dealing with? Making you feel euphoric is what truly matters." With that, he lunged forward and embraced her, the softness of her body instantly stirring his desire.
"Don't come any closer, get away..." Damn it, in a moment of panic, she couldn't summon her internal energy; her body felt weak and powerless. What was happening?
She remembered drinking with Ajin and then losing consciousness. Could it be?
Ajin?
Before she could think further, the man on top of her began to grope again. In desperation, she frantically searched in the pitch-black room. With her excellent eyesight, she suddenly caught sight of a small knife glinting coldly.
Without thinking twice, she raised the knife and plunged it fiercely into his chest. Blood gushed out instantly, and she became much more alert. Trying to channel her internal energy, she discovered she could muster a little bit and immediately directed it to her palm, striking fiercely at the person in front of her.
Without time to think further, clutching her chest, she hurried to the door. As soon as she opened the wooden door, astonishment filled her eyes.
A crowd of people stood at the entrance, as if they had just arrived. Night Star's icy gaze fixed directly on the disheveled Mo Xier.
Behind him, the Azure Dragon and those in black looked at her with disdain.
Zhuque and Xinrong wore expressions of shock, along with four others who also looked surprised. The man at the forefront stared intently at his own chest, his gaze shifting.
Mo Xier had no time to care about what these people thought of her. In a flash, she appeared beside a woman, gripping her chin tightly. Her voice was as cold as winter, her pupils constricting fiercely, and her chilling words pierced through like a long sword: "Why did you try to harm me?"
Startled by the woman's imposing presence, Ajin shrank back suddenly, veins bulging on her face. The grip on her throat made it nearly impossible to breathe. "Mo Xier, what are you talking about? What harm?"
"Hmm?" She tightened her grip, her five fingers sinking deeply into the woman's fair neck.
Before anything could escalate, a piece of clothing was suddenly draped over her shoulders. Mo Xier paused and met Night Star's gaze, which lacked the expected anger and instead showed concern. Her heart suddenly eased.
"I don't understand what you're saying." She tried to break free from the woman's hold, but the more she struggled, the tighter it became.
"Miss..." Seeing Ajin's face turn purple under Mo Xier's grip, an elder spoke up to intervene.
Given the situation, it was clear that Ajin had done something despicable to this woman. However, she was still a princess of Penglai Nation; even if she was an adopted daughter, she could not be killed casually.
But what was wrong with the young master? Why did he keep staring at the young woman's chest? Was he not afraid of angering Night General?
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