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A chilling breeze swept in, and before Mo Xier could dodge, her hair was sliced by a flying dagger, which embedded itself into the wooden door, leaving strands of her hair behind.
"Cough, cough, sorry, I didn't know you were bathing. Please continue; I'll just wait outside!"
She dashed out as if her pants were on fire, and when closing the door, she couldn't help but sneak a glance. Wow, that man's physique was beyond description. Behind the screen, she could feel it—the skin tone, the texture, the droplets sliding down his back. It was so hot!
She had seen many handsome men in her past life, but none as enticing as this one.
Half an hour later, they sat in the living room. Mo Xier's face was still flushed while Xing Chen sipped tea, seemingly unfazed as if he hadn't just been seen naked.
There were rarely any servants in his courtyard. First, he disliked being touched by those he didn't like; second, he was accustomed to solitude. Only in solitude could he grow stronger.
He had sensed Mo Xier's arrival but hadn't expected this woman to be completely oblivious to propriety and barging into a man's room was truly his oversight!
He suppressed the intense restlessness in his heart and cleverly masked his embarrassment with the act of drinking tea. This woman needed to be dealt with sooner rather than later!
"Speak," he said coldly, his tone matching his demeanor. In all this time, Mo Xier had never seen him display a different expression.
"This is a long story; it happened a long time ago..."
"Make it brief." He interrupted her lengthy narrative; he had no time to listen to what might not even be a true story.
"I was abandoned by Husband, heartbroken to the point of wanting to die; my hair turned white overnight." Short and to the point!
Night Star was skeptical. If true, what kind of love could turn her hair white in a single night? If false, then that legend must be real—yet why did she have black hair now?
"You think I would believe that? Hmph! How do you explain your sudden change from white to black?" He felt something was off but couldn't quite put his finger on it. Looking at her heartbroken expression made him feel increasingly irritated.
"Do you think I’m lying for money? I thought I could end my life but was brought back by you. After walking through the gates of hell and waking up, I suddenly realized this world is beautiful."
I should not give up my precious life for a man. My life and body were given to me by my parents! Why should I give up an entire forest for a small tree? I should...
"Enough!" His expression grew colder, and the more he listened, the more absurd it became. Was this woman playing him? "Before I change my mind, get out. Don't let me see you on the territory of the Heavenly Universe Kingdom again!" He was not a soft-hearted person, but he would not indiscriminately kill the innocent.
She didn't want to say certain things; that was fine, he could investigate!
Hmm? Mo Xier wondered, was her acting really that poor? Also, what did he mean by telling her to leave? Where could she go?
"You can't treat me like this. Boohoo, you've seen everything about me. You Ancients... cough cough, aren't you all very conservative? You've seen my body; you have to take responsibility. If you don't want to take responsibility, then... then give me some money!"
The last part of her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. After living for so many years, it was the first time she had reached out to ask a man for money.
Before she could get a response, she was interrupted by a hurried call!
"Young Master, Old Madam requests your presence." Little Si stood outside the closed door, peeking in curiously. He seemed to have heard a woman's voice. How could there be a woman in the Young Master's room? Could the rumors be true? Did the Young Master really bring a woman back?
The atmosphere in the room instantly froze. Mo Xier clearly noticed that the other person's expression had turned cold. He watched as the fingers holding the teacup tightened around its rim, his tone unusually indifferent, "What is it?"
With a loud crash, the fragile cup shattered in his hand...
Accompanied by the sound of breaking glass was the sight of bright red liquid pooling in his palm, filling the room with silence.
Staring dumbfounded at the broken cup, Mo Xier suddenly fell silent and couldn't help but shrink back slightly, regretting that she had just asked this man for money.
Little Si stood at the door for a long time. Hearing no movement from inside, he anxiously urged again, "Young Master, Old Madam is waiting for you urgently!"
"I know. You go ahead; I'll be there soon."
He casually placed the remaining shards on the table, wrapped his hand in a white cloth, and shot her a cold glance before suddenly leaning closer with an air of threat. "Stay here and wait for me; don't go anywhere. Do you understand?"
Faced with such a powerful aura, she instinctively nodded until the man's figure disappeared at the door, and only then did she come to her senses.
What the hell! Why should she listen to him?! Just as she stepped out of the room, Mo Xier suddenly realized a serious problem: she had no money!
Having been here for only a few days, it was one thing to be unfamiliar with the surroundings, but how could she live without any money?
Slowly retracting her foot, she turned around in the room, quietly resting her head on the table, her eyes blankly staring at the flickering candle flame, lost in thought.
The hall was brightly lit, yet only Old Madam was present.
Holding a teacup, she occasionally took a sip. Although she was over forty, time had left no marks on her face; instead, she still exuded an air of grace.
"Mother, may I ask why you summoned me?" Standing respectfully not far away, their interaction felt less like that of mother and son and more like strangers.
Glancing at Night Star, Old Madam showed no trace of maternal affection in her eyes; instead, her indifference was evident. "I heard from others that you brought a woman back?"
He nodded, not uttering a single unnecessary word.
"Do you know her background?" Her scrutinizing gaze turned back to him. Before he could respond, Old Madam coldly said, "Judging by your expression, you don't know. How could you dare bring her back like this?"
"Mother, I'm not a child anymore. I know how to act appropriately; there's no need for you to worry."
"Bang!" Just as Night Star finished speaking, Old Madam slammed her teacup heavily onto the table as if provoked. Her expression twisted instantly.
"Don't you see where this is? And think about your own identity! Can just anyone be brought into this household?" She struck the table forcefully, creating a loud noise.
"Appropriate! You still know what that means? If you did, you wouldn't casually bring back an unknown woman! You reject proper women and insist on bringing back some wild woman! You... truly have no shame!"
Night Star seemed accustomed to such anger; his expression remained indifferent and unaffected.
"Get that woman out of the General's residence within three days!"
"I'm sorry, Mother, I can't do it."
The outright refusal left no room for negotiation. Night Star stood tall, his eyes cold and indifferent under the flickering light of Candlelight, devoid of warmth.
"Hah, is this your sense of propriety? Raising your voice at your mother, defying the woman who has raised you for over a decade?"
He remained silent, but his hands clenched tightly at his sides. He slightly tilted his head to meet her gaze. "Mother, please believe me. There is a purpose in keeping her here."
"Purpose? What purpose? Are you dissatisfied with the maid I arranged for you? Do you have to go outside and bring back some wild woman?"
"No matter what you say, I absolutely will not let her leave just like that. On this point, I will not yield at all!"
His resolute attitude nearly drove Old Madam to the brink of fury. Her eyes widened in anger, speechless from the frustration.
"Since you are unwilling to listen to my explanation, I won't elaborate further. In time, you will understand my intentions."
Looking at the upright man before her, Old Madam felt a wave of darkness wash over her. She slowly closed her eyes but opened them again almost instantly, her gaze now sharp. "Since you are so determined, find a time tomorrow to bring her to see me. As long as I am satisfied, she can stay in the residence; if not, she must leave!"
"Thank you, Mother."
This concession was significant for both Night Star and Old Madam.
Just as he was about to turn and leave, Old Madam called out to him, "What happened to your hand? Is it injured?"
"It's just a minor injury; there's no need for you to worry."
"You are now a general of the Heavenly Universe Kingdom. How can you be so careless with your own body? If something happens to you, who will fight for the Emperor?"
"Son knows." A strange thought arose, unsure if she was not thinking of herself or if it was the world itself.
Casting him a sidelong glance, Old Madam said leisurely, "Knowing is of no use; you must remember what I said!"
"Yes."
In the thick darkness of night, Night Star, dressed in dark clothing, almost blended into the night. His deep-set eyes were filled with gloom. After leaving the hall, he did not immediately return to his courtyard but instead turned his steps slowly, circling around the perimeter.
Since childhood, he had felt a sense of distance between himself and his mother. He had thought it was because his father had passed away early due to him and that his mother wanted to cultivate his resilience.
Every time he saw other children being spoiled on their mothers' laps, he could only watch from afar; such warmth had never belonged to him.
As time passed, he gradually grew older and understood more clearly that there was always an insurmountable barrier between him and his mother.
Later on, he spent years fighting outside, and being apart became a common occurrence.
His relationship with Old Madam grew increasingly cold; aside from necessary greetings on ordinary days, there were hardly any extra words exchanged.
He sighed softly; did he not long for familial affection in this world? It was just that such feelings were too distant from him.
After circling for over ten times, he began to head back. The loneliness in his gaze had long disappeared, as if it had never existed. Upon seeing the light still on in the room, without much thought, he pushed open the door and found Mo Xier asleep at the table.
Mo Xier had dozed off shortly after Night Star left; the noise of opening the door did not wake her at all.
Frowning slightly, a hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes. This woman was quite carefree; how could she sleep through this? He strode over to her side and shook her awake forcefully without any pity!
Dazedly opening her eyes, Mo Xier felt confused and did not know where she was until Night Star's arm gripped her painfully.
"Get back to your own room if you want to sleep!"
"You've come back." Hearing his voice, she instantly woke up, standing up as if pricked by thorns on the chair.
"Why are you still here?" Mo Xier looked at him with a foolish expression. "Did you get dumb from fighting? Didn't you tell me to stay here and wait for you to come back?"
"I told you to stay in your room and not think about escaping! Who's the one being foolish?"
"But you never said where I should sleep!"
"Naturally, there will be a maid to take you out; why do I need to arrange that?"
Looking into his indifferent eyes, the image of the shattered teacup flashed in her mind. Mo Xier's words of argument were swallowed back in an instant.
Now on his territory, she dared not act recklessly; whatever he said was what it was.
Seeing that it was getting late, she yawned and turned around, waving her hand at him. "I'm going back to sleep now; think carefully about what I just said."
Before she could step out, he pulled her back, and her unsteady feet landed directly in his embrace.
The softness of her chest collided with his firm chest; between hardness and softness, Mo Xier's cheeks instantly flushed with two shades of red. The touch of his muscles made her lose her ability to think.
In the quiet room, under the dim yellow candlelight, there was an unexpected allure. Such a good physique would be rare in modern times!
Thinking this way, her hands began to unconsciously caress him. Having the chance to touch such muscles was something she never experienced in her past life; this time, she had to cherish it!
The woman's soft hands rested on his chest; Night Star couldn't help but feel it. His patience had its limits! No one had ever dared to be so bold in front of him! Especially not a woman!
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