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She helplessly shot a glance at the weeping woman, who looked like a rain-soaked pear blossom, and said angrily, "Did you think I was dead or something?"
This was Xinrong, who immediately spoke such disheartening words upon waking up, truly...
Xinrong was startled and anxiously replied, "I didn't mean it like that... I just... oh, anyway, I didn't mean it that way!"
Hearing Mo Xier's words, Xinrong's face instantly flushed red. For a moment, she stood there at a loss for what to do. It was only when Qinglong, who stood beside her, couldn't bear to see her like this that he explained, "Miss Mo, Xinrong was just too excited to see you awake."
Mo Xier glanced thoughtfully at Qinglong, a strange smile appearing on her lips as she raised her voice slightly, "I didn't ask you; why are you so excited?"
"I..." At this moment, Qinglong realized that Mo Xier was just as cunning and scheming as her master. With just one sentence, she left him with no way to respond, feeling like he had swallowed bitter gall and couldn't express his frustration.
Seeing Qinglong's expression, Mo Xier couldn't help but chuckle lightly. However, her brows soon furrowed; had she really slept for seven days? It felt like such a long time. No wonder she had no strength left.
Her gaze shifted to Night Star as her delicate fingers rested on his pulse. The anxious heart finally settled: "Fortunately, the poison has been cured."
She was genuinely afraid that all the effort she put into creating the antidote would turn out to be useless; that would be a total loss.
"Mo Xi'er, you mustn't do this again in the future." He didn't worry about his own condition; from the moment he woke up, he knew the poison had been resolved.
Looking at Night Star's serious expression, Mo Xier suddenly smiled: "Alright, but you have to take care of yourself too; otherwise, I'll be worried."
Seeing the pale-faced woman, Night Star pulled her into his embrace. There were countless words he wanted to say at that moment, but all he could do was hold her tightly and feel the warmth of her body.
Winter came quickly and left just as fast. The heavy snow had long ceased to fall; the trees had donned a new layer of clothing. The ice in the lake had melted away, leaving only a pool of clear water rippling in the lake.
The trees on both sides were lush and green; the artificial hill was covered in thick grass. A gentle breeze carried warmth through the air while a flock of wild geese flew overhead as if announcing to everyone that spring had arrived.
The next day after Liu Xuxin was cured of the poison, she left Night Star. No one asked where she was going, nor did anyone try to keep her. As she walked away, Apricot Eyes, Cold Spring looked at Night Star, wishing that the man she admired would say something to make her stay.
But Night Star only held Mo Xier in his arms, not even glancing at her. At that moment, she realized that this man would never belong to her.
Thinking of this made her hate Mo Xier even more, but it was too late to change anything. As for her actions, Mo Xier pretended not to see. Regardless of their past grievances, in this moment, they would let it all go with the wind.
Why was she in such a hurry to return? Mo Xier could guess even with her eyes closed; those who wanted to know if Night Star was dead would probably be driven mad with worry.
Both Mo Xier and Night Star had recovered well. The poison in Night Star's body had been completely cured, while Mo Xier had fully recovered after being forced to drink tonic for a month by Night Star.
At this moment, the most important news was that the Empress Dowager had gone missing. It was said that someone had broken into the palace at night and kidnapped the sleeping Empress Dowager. Upon receiving the news, Qinglong immediately came to report it to Night Star.
He decided to go to the capital. Mo Xier did not oppose this; the truth of the matter was obvious. He would undoubtedly encounter traps there, but she supported Night Star's decision to go.
Their actions were merely an attempt to force Night Star back. They knew that if she came to Boiling City, she would surely reveal Night Star's true identity. They were just worried that Night Star might take advantage of the situation to usurp power.
If they did not allow Night Star to see their true colors, they would likely be at their mercy.
In the courtyard, Mo Xier lay on a long lounge chair, enjoying the warm spring breeze while Xinrong brewed tea for her. Perhaps because of Night Star's influence, she had also grown fond of the fragrance of tea.
In the distance, Night Star watched Mo Xier's contented expression. A gentle smile appeared on her tanned face as she slowly walked towards Mo Xier, using her broad frame to shield her from most of the sunlight.
"You’re going to Kyoto tomorrow; aren’t you worried?"
Mo Xier was clever enough to guess how dangerous this trip to Kyoto could be, yet her expression seemed completely unconcerned, which puzzled Night Star.
She slightly shifted her position to make room for the man standing above her head and sighed inwardly; ancient lounge chairs were indeed great as they could comfortably accommodate two people!
As Night Star lay down and pulled her into his embrace, she smiled lightly and said, "Afraid? How could I not be afraid? But is being afraid useful?"
Her voice was soft and lazy, making it hard to discern what she was thinking. Even Night Star found it difficult to understand what she was getting at.
"Can your body hold up?" Night Star asked with some concern.
She waved her hand at him and smiled, saying, "I'm fine. My body is strong; I just need a few days of rest. Thanks to you, I've been drinking so many tonics every day!"
She brought her fragrant hair to her nose and inhaled, then said, "Night Star, you should be raising me to be plump and healthy."
Mo Xier playfully glared at him, her eyes inadvertently glancing at the bored Xinrong nearby. A flicker of light passed through her gaze before she turned back to Night Star and said, "When you return from the capital, can you promise me something?"
"As long as it's what you ask, how could I refuse?"
With a smile playing on her lips, Mo Xier slowly replied, "I want to ask for someone."
Night Star paused in confusion and asked, "Who?"
"Qinglong." She then shifted her gaze toward Xinrong.
Immediately, Night Star understood what she meant. He playfully tapped her nose with his finger and chuckled, "You just love to meddle in other people's affairs."
He had known about the situation between Qinglong and Xinrong for a while but had been waiting for Qinglong to speak up. However, it seemed he was determined not to say a word.
"If it weren't for them, I wouldn't bother."
In this world, he had no real friends. Although Xinrong was sent by Night Star to take care of her and treated her well, especially when she first appeared with her White Hair, she only looked at her with concern rather than fear or rejection. For anyone who did not reject her because of her White Hair, she felt grateful.
Moreover, she truly liked Xinrong, the girl who was pure and clean, without so many complicated thoughts. She deserved her own happiness.
While Xinrong was lost in her thoughts, she did not hear the conversation between Night Star and Mo Xier. When she turned around, she found them both looking at her with unusual expressions, which made her feel puzzled.
The next day, before dawn, they got up early. This time, they did not bring many people with them; they left Xinrong behind because this trip was fraught with danger, and it was safer for her to stay here.
Traveling was inconvenient, so Mo Xier dressed in men's clothing. Accompanying them were Qinglong, Heiyi, Baihu, and Zhuque. After hastily preparing, they set off.
However, this time they reached Kyoto in just ten days. They rode swiftly along the way and changed horses several times before finally arriving in Kyoto after ten days.
Unfortunately, just as they entered the city gate, they were surrounded by a large group of soldiers. The dark night was suddenly illuminated by the flames of torches.
Before they could react, they were already encircled. A deep voice rang out from the crowd: "Night General, long time no see!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the guards immediately parted to make way. However, accompanying him was another person of similar age.
Once they stood still, Night Star looked him up and down. The gray armor he wore accentuated his iron-willed physique and made him appear even colder. Having fought on the battlefield many times, his eyes had long lost the youthful fervor and instead held a mature shrewdness.
With his hands clasped behind his back and a slight smirk on his lips, he looked down at Night Star with an air of superiority. But Night Star was already a head taller than him, making the situation somewhat amusing.
His gaze shifted to the man standing beside Liu Qiankun. Compared to Liu Qiankun's rough demeanor, Li Qingfeng appeared much more refined. His eyes sparkled with laughter, and his tan skin was clear and free of unsightly stubble; he looked clean and fresh.
Seeing the two men before him with their differing expressions, Night Star sneered. This was not a battlefield, yet Liu Qiankun wore armor that one would typically wear only in battle. It seemed that so many sudden guards had been waiting here for quite some time.
He cast a faint glance at Liu Qiankun and spoke in a tone that was hard to discern: "I appreciate General Liu for coming to meet me at this late hour."
Ever since the emperor entrusted him with matters concerning the Three Major Tribes, it seemed his status had risen sharply. Even now, standing here, he remained composed and aloof.
Hearing the sarcasm in his words, Liu Qiankun was about to get angry. Before he could react, Li Qingfeng smiled and said, "Did the Night General suddenly return to the capital because of a summons from the emperor?"
"There is none," Night Star replied coldly.
"You must know the rules of the Heavenly Universe Kingdom, General. If you haven't been summoned, you will be treated as a usurper of the throne." The tone was starkly different from before, now laced with a chilling intent.
Mo Xier tilted her head in thought for a moment, then looked at Li Qingfeng and asked, "You just mentioned a usurper; I have to ask, how can the Night General, with no Military Authority and only accompanied by the three of us, possibly plot a usurpation?"
"That's for the General to explain to the emperor!" Knowing he couldn't win against her in argument, Li Qingfeng decided not to waste any more words and directly told the guards, "Take them away."
He then cast a puzzled glance at them, feeling confused. Weren't there supposed to be five of them? Why were only three present now?
In the dim prison cell, anguished cries and pleas filled the air. The ground was covered with yellow straw, and in one corner lay a cold stone bed. Touching it sent a chill through his hands.
The guards mercilessly locked the chains in place. One guard's dark face showed no extra expression; he merely glanced disdainfully at them before leaving, showing no signs of leniency because Night Star was a general.
Initially, they intended to separate Night Star and Mo Xier, but ultimately decided against it due to Night Star's terrifying aura combined with Mo Xier's murderous gaze.
Meanwhile, Qinglong and Heiyi were imprisoned elsewhere, while Baihu and Zhuque...
Casting a cold glance around the frigid cell, Mo Xier sat down without hesitation and looked at Night Star. "I wasn't wrong; they must have been prepared for your arrival."
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