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Before entering Kyoto, her hair finally returned to normal, and she gradually discovered the secret of her hair.
As long as she remained calm and untroubled, without any anger, her hair would naturally revert to a healthy black state. However, when she was unusually angry or provoked, her hair was likely to turn white.
Yet, amidst this black-and-white transformation, there were still many uncertainties. Thus, although she understood the principle behind it, she still could not control the change in her hair color.
As the carriage gradually drove into Kyoto, even inside the carriage, she could feel the bustling atmosphere outside. The noisy sounds of vendors were vastly different from those in Yonghe City.
She slightly pulled back the curtain and saw the flourishing scene outside, which calmed her heart a little more.
When the carriage came to a stop again, the familiar sight of the general's residence appeared before her eyes, and she stiffened, unwilling to move an inch.
The man sitting beside her sensed the change in her emotions. Unconsciously, he reached out to touch her arm gently and said, "I am here."
These three simple words carried great strength and invisibly added a lot of courage to her.
Nodding slowly and taking a deep breath, she stepped down from the carriage. The front of the general's residence was empty; there was no one there to welcome them back, as if their return was just an ordinary occurrence.
However, when the servant saw Night Star return, his eyes lit up with excitement as he rushed forward. "Young Master, you have finally come back! I will tell Old Madam right away!"
Standing in front of the general's residence, Mo Xier felt a surge of emotions. She never expected that after leaving excitedly, she would return filled with sadness. In just a month’s time, everything had changed; she could no longer find the feelings from before.
Before long, news of Night Star's return reached Old Madam's ears. She suddenly stopped chanting in the ancestral hall and looked displeased.
She shouted sternly at the servant outside, "Do you not see that I am chanting? You disturb me over such trivial matters! Do you not want to continue serving in the general's residence? Or do you servants not see me as your Old Madam?"
The young servant was stunned by the sudden reprimand; he never expected that Old Madam would not welcome her son home at all! Standing dazed at the door with his lips slightly parted, he couldn't utter a single word of defense.
Seeing this familiar scene, Rong Mama stepped forward, casting a glance at the young servant while sternly saying, "You blind fool, why aren't you quickly stepping back? Can you afford to disturb Old Madam while she is reciting her scriptures?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" After hastily agreeing, the young servant slipped away in an instant, and soon his figure disappeared from sight.
Rong Mama returned to Old Madam's side and tentatively asked, "Now that the young master has returned, do you think he is still the same as before?"
Old Madam's half-closed eyes snapped open, revealing a hint of coldness. "Is this your first time serving in the General's residence? Does that young servant not understand the rules of the household? Do you still not understand?!"
"It was my fault for speaking out of turn; please don't be angry, madam! Anger is harmful to your health," Rong Mama quickly changed the subject, realizing she had misspoken and no longer mentioned the matter.
Little did they know that their conversation was heard word for word by someone outside the door.
Night Star, weary and travel-worn, felt his words of greeting choke in his throat due to Old Madam's remarks and could no longer speak them.
It felt as if something inside him had cracked open, a piercing pain akin to a wound that would never heal.
If he hadn't overheard this conversation, he could have comforted himself by thinking that his mother didn't love him but simply hid her affection too deeply for him to see.
At this moment, however, he could no longer deceive himself; it seemed his mother had never loved him. Otherwise, how could she act in such a manner?
Looking up at the sun that had already risen high in the sky, on what should have been a warm spring day, he felt as if he had fallen into an incredibly cold ice cave because of her words, unable to feel any warmth.
Everything before him appeared gray and devoid of light. Fortunately, he was already accustomed to this; it was just a fleeting moment of desolation before his emotions returned to their previous calmness.
A son is still a son; no matter how much his mother dislikes him, he must fulfill his responsibilities as her child. Kneeling outside the ancestral hall, he respectfully bowed and greeted her, saying, "Son pays respects to Mother; I have returned."
The spinning prayer beads gradually came to a stop, and Old Madam did not move at all, merely letting out a cold snort as a response.
"I wonder how Mother has been these past few days without her son around?"
He wanted to express his concern for her, but Old Madam did not give him the opportunity, directly saying, "Naturally, I am well. If there is nothing else, you may leave. The Emperor will summon us tomorrow, so you should rest well today."
After saying this, she waved her hand, signaling him to withdraw, and continued to turn the prayer beads in her hand while murmuring something under her breath.
The man kneeling outside the door appeared particularly desolate at this moment. He lowered his gaze and, regardless of whether Old Madam could see him or not, he respectfully bowed before slowly retreating.
Upon returning to his courtyard, he found Mo Xier leaning on the stone table in the yard, playing with her slightly pointed and pale hair. She squinted against the sun, looking melancholic.
Hearing movement behind her, she suddenly lifted her gaze and met the man's frost-like eyes, feeling a slight jolt in her heart. She could clearly sense the change in his aura; it was even colder than before he entered the residence.
As their eyes locked, the silence that should have prevailed was broken by her voice. "I've been waiting for you for quite a while."
He walked over to sit beside her wearily and asked, "What’s wrong?"
"I don’t want to stay in that room anymore. Every time I enter it, I think of Ru Er. Can you arrange for me to have another room?" She slightly lowered her gaze, her words carrying a hint of pleading.
Before he returned, she had tried to stay there but felt as if a knot had formed in her heart. The moment she stepped into that room, all the memories surged forth like a tidal wave; she simply could not find peace within those walls. She wished she would never have to enter that room again!
Seeing the cautious woman before him stirred something deep within him, and he nodded in response. "If you do not wish to stay in your original room, I will arrange another place for you."
"Thank you." Her heartfelt gratitude added another layer of reliance on him.
"Once Lord Liu returns tomorrow, I will go with him to meet the Emperor. You may have to stay alone in the residence tomorrow; be careful with everything."
He anxiously reminded her that the events of the past few days had truly left him unsettled; this woman was too captivating, and if he didn't keep her close, he felt something was off.
Nodding obediently, at that moment, Mo Xier appeared as quiet and lovely as a little white rabbit. Whatever he said, she would comply. "Of course, I will wait for you at the residence."
The next morning, just before entering the palace, Night Star suddenly received an imperial decree stating that the emperor was exceptionally interested in the Remarkable Woman who could cure the Plague and commanded him to bring her along to the palace.
This news struck Mo Xier like a thunderclap, leaving her feeling utterly overwhelmed!
She had never imagined stepping into that royal palace! Let alone meeting the emperor! If possible, she would prefer to live in obscurity, quietly going about her life without anyone knowing her!
Staring blankly at the man, she could barely articulate her thoughts. "What... what should we do? Can I not go?"
Night Star furrowed his brows tightly and slowly shook his head. "The decree has arrived; if you don't appear, it would be disobeying the command! That is a serious crime punishable by death!" As she hesitated, unsure of what to do, he made a decisive decision.
"I will immediately send someone to help you with your makeup and attire. On the way, I will teach you etiquette. The emperor has approved my late entry into the palace, so we have enough time to prepare; there's no need to panic."
As he instructed her step by step, she began to calm down under his guidance, and her inner turmoil eased considerably.
Taking advantage of her grooming time, Night Star turned and left the courtyard, heading straight for Old Madam's quarters, feeling an inexplicable anger ready to burst forth.
Just after finishing her grooming, Old Madam heard Rong Mama announce Night Star's arrival. While she hesitated whether to see him or not, she could already hear his voice outside the door.
"Son pays respects to Mother."
After a moment's thought, she waved her hand for Rong Mama to open the door.
He knelt outside in court attire, his eyes slightly darkened, concealing his emotions. However, even so, she could still sense the heavy aura surrounding him.
"Are you not going to the palace? Why did you come here so early?"
"My son has a question he does not understand and wishes to ask his mother."
Old Madam raised her eyebrows slightly, surprise evident on her face. "This is indeed unusual. Go ahead and tell me."
"My son wants to know, if you do not like Mo Xier, why not just tell me? Why report it to the Emperor?"
The tone of that question was aggressive, which made Old Madam feel displeased. Hearing the mention of that Demoness, her expression darkened further.
With a sharp sound, she put down the ornament in her hand, her face filled with coldness. "You came here so early just to question me?"
"My son only wants to know why you are being so insistent! We are family, aren't we?"
"Family?" Old Madam's tone was filled with disdain as she slowly walked to his side and squatted down. "If you truly cared about us being family, you should not have brought that Demoness back in the first place! Now that the Emperor wants to see her, are you anxious? When I told you to deal with her back then, why didn't you do it?"
"If it weren't for you, how would the Emperor know!" Night Star suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with uncontrollable resentment. This was the first time he could not control his emotions.
It was as if all the suppressed feelings from before erupted at this moment!
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