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Holy Consort of the Bewildering Nation
墨書 Inktalez
In June of the three hundred and eighteenth year, the entire capital was filled with an unusually eerie atmosphere. The streets were desolate, strong winds swept through, leaves danced in the air, and white cloths hung at the doorways of every household.
The Heavenly Emperor had mysteriously passed away, and the world mourned for three months.
In August, General Zhen Guo led the Heavenly Universe First Lion Army back triumphantly. The entire team, from generals to foot soldiers, wore mourning clothes.
What was even stranger was that at the forefront of the procession, they were carrying a soft sedan chair!
"Old Madam! Old Madam!" The doorkeeper spotted the procession from afar and ran towards the back courtyard, shouting loudly towards Buddha Hall.
"Impudent! Buddha Hall is a sacred place; how dare you shout like this, you servant!" Rong Mama, who had been by Old Madam's side for twenty years, reprimanded him for his recklessness.
"It's Young Master... Young Master has returned, and he has brought a woman back with him!"
The doorkeeper's excitement was understandable; since coming of age, Young Master had never interacted with women. He was cold and decisive in his dealings. Even the carefully selected maidens chosen by Old Madam had never been touched by him. How could he possibly bring a woman back now?
"A woman? Hmph! Who knows where that wild woman came from. Let him come back without announcing it to Old Madam; we wouldn't want to disturb her peace."
After being scolded, the doorkeeper returned to his post with a sulky expression. Although he had only recently arrived, he had already heard about the poor relationship between Old Madam and Young Master. However, he never expected that after three years apart, her son would return and Old Madam would remain indifferent; it was truly puzzling.
"Madam, he has returned."
Inside Buddha Hall, smoke swirled around, filled with the scent of musk. Although pleasant, it was harmful. Old Madam knew this well but had never replaced it.
She slightly opened her eyes and gazed ahead without a hint of expression. Her hands continued to turn the prayer beads as she spoke in a tone as cold as an iceberg that had not melted for a thousand years, "What a fortunate life; fighting battle after battle, yet why can’t he just die?"
After saying this, she closed her eyes again as if waiting for something.
Having grown accustomed to the desolation that accompanied each victorious return, Night Star ordered the soft sedan chair to be carried to the back courtyard while he headed towards Buddha Hall.
"Mother, I have returned." Standing outside Buddha Hall, his expression remained unchanged, making it impossible to tell whether he felt anticipation or disappointment.
It seems that everyone is just going through the motions, without any deeper communication. This Buddha Hall has been warned to be off-limits since he became aware of his surroundings.
"I understand. After this triumph, the New Emperor will host a welcoming banquet for you, and the rules at the manor remain unchanged. You may leave now." The indifferent tone was as usual, and her voice resonated through the wooden door, not diminishing in its commanding strength.
"Yes." Night Star did not pause for a moment, striding away with an even colder demeanor than before, disappearing in front of the Buddha Hall.
The so-called old rule is that when the Emperor holds a welcoming banquet, Night Manor is exempted.
Inside the courtyard, there was a sedan chair containing a woman with hair as white as snow, who was in a deep slumber! Her complexion was somewhat pale, and the slight lift of her lips gave an eerie impression.
Dressed in a blood-red gown, she exuded an even colder aura. Her long hair cascaded down her back like snow, and her lips were naturally red. Looking at her appearance sent chills down one's spine, leaving one feeling terrified.
The dense eyelashes beneath Willow Brows trembled slightly, resembling a calm vast lake disturbed by a small stone; before ripples could form, it was instantly engulfed by silence.
As the sedan curtain fluttered open with the wind's intrusion, White Hair stirred slightly, bringing forth waves of coldness! One couldn't help but wonder if she was human or demon.
Night Star returned to the courtyard and opened the sedan curtain to drag the woman out!
With no intention of gentleness, he grasped her arm and pulled her into the inner chamber. The cold-toned room reflected its owner's true nature.
With a thud, he closed the wooden door behind him and tore open the woman's clothing. He had no ulterior motives; he simply wanted to confirm whether his suspicions were true!
Indeed!
He turned away and recalled a distant legend about a martial art that could make one invincible against thousands after training but would exact a painful price from its practitioner!
The more people one kills, the whiter their hair becomes, and their lifespan would be reduced by over twenty years. Strangely enough, this martial art could only be practiced by women!
Looking at the tightly shut window, it seemed as if he could see this woman's flowing White Hair swaying above a sea of blood! Such beauty yet with a head full of White Hair; how much blood had her hands truly claimed?
What puzzled him even more was how someone with such formidable martial arts skills could now be unconscious. Could it be that her lifespan had come to an end?
It was impossible. Just looking at her hair, this woman appeared to be no more than eighteen years old. Even if she had diminished her lifespan, she couldn't have practiced such demonic skills since birth.
Turning around with questions in mind, his breath suddenly became heavy. Rarely showing any expression, his eyes turned fierce! This... this couldn't be true; where on the ground was the White-Haired Woman?
He saw that her originally snow-white hair was now glossy and black, and the blood-red gown that clung to her skin made her exceptionally pale. Especially with her clothes having been torn open, it made Night Star's breathing quicken!
The woman slowly blinked her eyelashes and opened her eyes, feeling a chill at her chest. Before she could grasp the situation, a cold sword with an icy aura was suddenly pressed against her delicate neck!
That wasn't all; what infuriated her even more was that a stranger said to her, "Demoness, you must die!"
Mo Xier widened her eyes. "You are the Demoness! Your whole family is made up of Demonesses!"
The sword at her neck pressed deeper in the next moment, the sound of it slicing through skin resonating in her mind. The original momentum dissipated instantly; she couldn't care less about being called a Demoness anymore!
"Ah! Spare me!" She pathetically covered her neck and pleaded for mercy; she was already bleeding—this was no joke!
Night Star hesitantly withdrew the sword, grabbing her hand to test her strength. Strange—there was not a trace of internal energy! And her hair had turned black as well.
"Tell me, who exactly are you?" The sword unhesitatingly pressed against her chest; if she dared to pull any tricks, she would definitely meet Yama in the next second.
"I'll tell you! I'm a woman!" Covering her neck wasn't enough; she also had to protect her chest. Looking down... "Ah! Ah..." A high-pitched scream echoed through the courtyard. "You pervert! You... you... you won't die a good death! I'll fight you!"
Eighteen years of glorious youth had been ruined by this man!
Mo Xier admitted he was handsome—so handsome it was ridiculous. Especially when he pointed the sword at her; he exuded elegance, with a perfect profile that made one drool—a high nose bridge, sensual lips, and deep-set brows with profound eyes that revealed his masculine charm!
Especially his deep-set eyes, like whirlpools, drew people in. More dangerously, his piercing gaze seemed capable of seeing through one's thoughts, striking directly into the depths of one's soul and hollowing out all their thoughts!
However, she is still a Young Lady, "You rogue!"
He had already assumed a stance to welcome her deadly strike, wanting to see if her martial arts were as formidable as the rumors claimed. But what he didn't expect was that the woman lunged directly at him, throwing punches and kicks while biting wildly!
In his panic, he ended up touching everything he shouldn't have. Night Star angrily knocked her unconscious with a palm strike, looking down at her with disdain; she was simply no match for him. After tossing her onto the bed, he left in a huff.
Three days later, Mo Xier accepted the fact that she had crossed over. Even more ridiculous was that she had been picked up by that man. He claimed she had white hair and intended to take her back for research. But looking at her full head of black hair, there wasn't a trace of white hair to be found!
"You liar! You're the one with white hair; your whole family has white hair!"
Mo Xier was a top-tier pharmacist in the Medical Field, achieving success at a young age because she had loved herbal medicine since she was three! Most importantly, she was not only the youngest physician in the Medical Field but also the most beautiful!
For so many days, she contemplated whether to leave this place, but after thinking it over, she realized she had nowhere to go. It was unfamiliar territory, and she was broke. After much deliberation, she decided to stick around.
The most crucial point was that she was imprisoned by Night Star! He insisted on her revealing the truth; otherwise, she'd never get out for the rest of her life. Damn it, how would she know what had happened to this body before?
Suddenly, an idea struck her: no one knew what the truth was anyway; whatever she said would be taken as the truth!
That night when Night Star returned, Mo Xier boldly pushed open his bedroom door. "I will reluctantly tell you about my past! Once upon a time..."
"Get lost!"
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