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Not long after they left the city, news spread that the Chancellor of the Heavenly Universe Kingdom and the Madam of the General's Residence had passed away. As for the Old General, there was no news about him; he probably met the same fate as them. After all, in the eyes of the world, he had already died hundreds of years ago.
They all knew how they died. Night Star had intended to go back and take a look at them, but was stopped by Mo Xier. Their deaths coincided with Li Ye's execution, which meant he must have made complete preparations beforehand.
He was the Emperor. Just a Night Star made him uneasy, not to mention there were several people who knew his true identity. Although the former subordinates of the Li Family had not opposed the changes to the Nation Name, if they found out he was not the biological son of the Empress Dowager, they would likely rise up against him. This was a perfect opportunity; how could he let it slip away to eliminate them all at once?
To be honest, Li Ye was truly ruthless. If he could treat his own biological parents this way, one could only imagine how he would treat Night Star, with whom he had no blood relation. The bond of brotherhood was merely for entertainment; compared to his throne, it was insignificant.
"Are you just realizing what kind of person he is?" Mo Xier said irritably. "If he can kill one of you, he can kill the Chancellor and the Old Madam as well. He won't leave any potential threats behind."
"Master, I'm afraid this time he will go all out against you. Boiling City may not be safe anymore." Qing Long's face was grim; his gray robe made his tall figure appear even more imposing.
Night Star had considered his words, but for now, they could only return to Boiling City quickly: "We need to hurry back. If we can't be found in the capital, he might lead troops to Boiling City to capture us, and then the common people will suffer."
He knew Li Ye's temperament all too well; once he decided on something, he would stop at nothing to see it through. Now that his position was threatened, how could he let Night Star off easily?
While pondering this, he suddenly noticed Qing Long looking hesitant and coldly said, "If you have something to say, just say it."
"I... nothing..." After thinking for a long time, Qing Long ultimately decided to keep that matter to himself; everything could wait until they returned to Boiling City.
With sharp eyes fixed on Qing Long as if trying to see through him: "Do you think I would believe such words?"
He understood Qing Long too well; whenever there was an issue, it always showed on his face. Even when there was something wrong, he would hesitate for a long time before speaking up. Night Star felt puzzled; Qing Long had always been a very composed person who never let anything provoke his emotions. But now...
Under Night Star's penetrating gaze, Qing Long felt guilty and lowered his eyelids but still sensed that scorching gaze above him. After a moment's hesitation, he finally said, "Xinrong sent word to me; something has happened in Boiling City."
Furrowing his brows tightly in confusion as he looked at him: "What happened?"
"The people of Boiling City have contracted Reflection of Hell. At first, it was just a few individuals, but due to the lack of proper treatment, it has completely spread. Many citizens have already died. Deputy General Li is afraid that the situation will spiral out of control, so he has closed the city gates, prohibiting anyone from entering or leaving. Now only Xinrong is there holding the fort." Qinglong's voice was filled with concern, fearing that the person far away might also contract this illness.
What’s more important is whether she can withstand it. Although she is just a maid, she is one of Night Manor's people and is beside Mo Xier, who will be the future General's Wife. Those citizens will definitely seek her out, pleading for her to save them.
She is merely a little maid; how can she bear the pleas of so many citizens? Moreover, with Reflection of Hell spreading so quickly, she must be in a state of panic right now. Thinking of this, she only hoped to rush over.
Night Star's body tensed as he angrily said, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I was worried that you had been traveling for so many days and spent a day in the prison cell without proper rest. If you hurried on your way, it would not be good for your health, so I..." The rest of the words were swallowed when he saw Night Star's dark expression.
His body shrank back suddenly, not daring to meet Night Star's gaze. Did he make a mistake?
While he was pondering this, his body was suddenly lifted into the air. Before he could react, he found himself lying on the ground. Not daring to think too much, he quickly stood up in front of the furious man with his head bowed.
"You kept such a major issue from me? Are you trying to make a joke out of the lives of all the citizens?" His chest rose and fell rapidly; it seemed Qinglong had truly angered him this time.
Their means of communication were limited; only the Training Institute had special contact methods. His subordinate could only relay messages through messengers, which was much slower than what the Training Institute could provide. Now that he had brought these few people along with him, there was no way to get news in time.
It was likely that Qinglong had informed Xinrong about this special communication method, which is why she knew immediately. But damn it, how dare he keep this from him? Who gave him the audacity?
Watching Qinglong being kicked away, the man in black suddenly trembled and looked worriedly at Night Star. He then cautiously said, "My lord, Qinglong is also concerned about you..."
"Are you all trying to take charge for me now?" A sharp light flashed in his eyes as he glared at those before him. His face turned dark as his aura suddenly chilled to an extreme.
"That’s not what I meant." The subordinate lowered his head sharply, not daring to look up at the grim-faced man.
"Enough. Xingchen, it's most important to hurry to Boiling City now. Don't blame them; Qinglong is doing this for your sake." Mo Xier saw that Night Star was on the verge of losing control and hurriedly stepped forward to mediate.
Indeed, Mo Xier was now completely Night Star's Achilles' heel; as soon as she spoke, his anger dissipated almost entirely. In a gentle voice, she said, "We need to set off immediately. Mo Xier, how is your health?"
"I can do it, no need to worry," Mo Xier said with a smile, then turned to look at the anxious Qinglong and Heiyi, saying, "Aren't you two getting on your horses?"
Qinglong and Heiyi suddenly looked up and saw Night Star and Mo Xier already mounted. Not daring to delay for a moment, they exchanged grateful glances with Mo Xier, mounted their horses, and rode off.
The road was winding and even harder to navigate than before, but at least they had traveled this path several times, so it wasn't too exhausting. On either side of the road were uneven trees, their green leaves swaying precariously in the wind.
In the mountains and forests, there was a lush green landscape. Waterfalls cascaded down steep slopes, rushing through the woods where colorful flowers bloomed everywhere, vibrant and fragrant.
Spring had arrived so quickly that it felt as if winter had merely come for a brief visit before leaving. Unlike the cold and gloomy atmosphere of winter, spring brought a refreshing spirit.
Suddenly, a gust of wind arose as several figures rode swiftly, raising a cloud of dust behind them as if they had built a protective shield that enveloped them tightly.
This time, they hardly paused for rest, pushing their horses through the night in hopes of reaching Boiling City as soon as possible. Little did they know that Night Star and Mo Xier were just as worried.
Mo Xier had witnessed firsthand the suffering of the people afflicted by Reflection of Hell. How many families had been shattered by this terrible disease? How many wept inconsolably for their loved ones? She understood all too well the pain of separation caused by life and death. Thus, throughout the journey, she was even more anxious than Night Star, hoping that the situation in Boiling City could still be controlled and that she would have time to save them.
Finally, after seven days, they arrived at Boiling City. Ignoring their exhausted bodies, they rushed into Night Manor. Xinrong had been waiting there anxiously; upon seeing them, she immediately approached. "General, Miss, you’re back."
Her beautiful face looked somewhat haggard, her eyes swollen. Perhaps she hadn’t slept well in days. Upon learning that they had returned today, her tense heart finally relaxed. If they hadn't come back soon, she truly wouldn't have been able to hold on any longer.
Mo Xier didn’t have time for pleasantries and quickly asked, "What’s the situation in the city now?"
"According to the houses you sent over, the doctor has already distributed medicine to the people. However, there are too many sick individuals; just as we managed to control one batch, many more have become infected," Xinrong said with a worried expression, her delicate brows tightly furrowed.
If it weren't for Mo Xier sending Qinglong with the prescription earlier, even those in Night Manor might not have been spared. Now most people in the city had contracted Reflection of Hell; fear gripped everyone as they focused solely on their own safety, terrified of being infected and eager to leave the city.
However, Deputy General Li feared that things would spiral out of control and resolutely closed the city gates. The citizens were unable to leave and were furious; they gathered daily at the city gates trying to break through with their bodies against the solid gates.
To prevent them from leaving the city, he stood guard at the gates every day without proper rest for so many days. Daily he faced insults from the citizens as eggs and rotten vegetables were thrown at him, yet he refused to relent.
Xinrong had the intention to help, but the people were filled with anger. Moreover, there were many patients in need of treatment, and the doctors in the city were already overwhelmed. Some doctors had even contracted the illness themselves. With limited guards in Boiling City, it was impossible to control the panicking citizens. The pathogens could not be isolated, and they could only watch as Reflection of Hell spread further.
"Let's first check on the patients. Qinglong, Xinrong, gather the sick citizens together and keep those who are healthy in their homes. Do not let them wander around," Mo Xier said. She sensed something was off when they entered the city, and this situation seemed worse than the last time. There was no time to waste; they needed to control the outbreak.
Before Qinglong and Xinrong could respond, her attention turned to Zhuque: "Zhuque, I will prepare the medicine, and you will be responsible for brewing it with the maidservants in the residence."
"Star..." She was about to speak to Night Star when he seamlessly took over the conversation.
"I understand!"
Mo Xier was taken aback for a moment before smiling. After such a long time together, they shared not just feelings but also an unspoken understanding. A single glance or gesture could convey what they wanted or needed.
"I leave it to you."
Night Star looked at Mo Xier with affection, not feeling that her taking charge upon entering the city was a bad thing. Instead, she managed everything like a true mistress of the house.
Initially, he thought she was just a weepy little woman, but he realized she was someone who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him in battle, always providing him with crucial advice when needed. He suddenly felt that Mo Xier was like a wild goose soaring freely; she should not merely be treated as a canary to be caged.
At that moment, standing under the sunlight, she exuded an aura of a queen that compelled even his usually cold subordinates to obey her as if it were instinctual, making one want to submit without question.
He smiled, looking at Mo Xier with increasing fondness, not at all concerned that her actions might lead others to look down on him. He turned and led his people to carry out Mo Xier's instructions.
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