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Ajin was filled with deep feelings, and although her nature was not bad, she had been blinded by interests and failed to do anything for her brother. Instead, she decided to facilitate a good relationship for him.
Jiang Wei looked at her in astonishment, the smile on his lips instantly freezing. He looked at Mo Xier in confusion, and then his expression turned cold: "She treats you this way; when we return, she will definitely be severely punished."
Mo Xier did not know what kind of punishment that would be, but seeing Jiang Wei's expression, it was clear that Ajin would not have a good time after returning.
When Ajin heard Mo Xier's words, she suddenly raised her head, looking at her in shock. Her lips moved, but she could not bring herself to speak.
Mo Xier smiled lightly and then said, "Everything has its cause and effect, brother. I don't hate her anymore, so please don't blame her. She was just momentarily blinded by evil thoughts."
"This..." Jiang Wei hesitated, unsure how to refute her.
With an angry glare, Mo Xier said discontentedly, "Just now you said that as long as I proposed it, you would definitely agree. Are you going back on your word now?"
"It's not that I don't agree; it's just..." She treated you this way; I really can't overlook it!
This thought got stuck in his throat when he saw Mo Xier's slightly angry expression. He could only say, "Alright, I agree!"
Upon receiving his response, Mo Xier finally smiled and continued, "But you can't just ignore her; you must treat her well, understand?"
"Okay." Seeing Mo Xier being just like their mother, wanting to manage everything, a warmth rose in his heart.
It felt good; he had finally found his sister, and one of his worries was finally resolved. As for the others, he turned his gaze toward the woman who was looking at Mo Xier in shock and sighed inwardly. Since she no longer held grudges, let her be.
He stood up and couldn't help but stretch. Due to his weak body, sitting in that chair for so long made him feel uncomfortable—his back ached like an old woman.
As soon as he stood up, Night Star embraced her and said coldly, "It's time for Mo Xier to rest. We will talk tomorrow, Jiang Wei!"
Night Star's attitude had lost its previous aloofness, instead showing a hint of closeness, perhaps due to Mo Xier. Although still appearing cold, at least it was not as frigid.
As they spoke, Night Star wrapped an arm around Mo Xier and began to walk outside. Just as they reached the entrance, Ajin suddenly stood up, her voice carrying a hint of request: "Miss Mo, can I talk to you?"
As soon as she spoke, several sharp gazes shot toward her, as if trying to pierce through her. Especially Night Star, whose eyes, which had finally softened, now resembled a bottomless pool—deep and frightening!
Jiang Wei also stared at her with a cold expression, his icy gaze devoid of warmth.
Seeing the tension between the two, Mo Xier couldn't help but laugh. Was this really okay? Wouldn't they scare the girl?
Well, although Ajin was not a fragile girl, anyone would feel uncomfortable under such intense scrutiny!
Stepping out from Night Star's embrace, Mo Xier smiled and said, "Sure."
"Mo Xi'er..."
"Cloud Pearl..."
Two dissatisfied voices rang out simultaneously, mixed with concern.
"Don't worry, she's just here to chat with me." After glancing at Night Star and then at Jiang Wei, she reassured them: "You two go ahead; I'll talk to her for a bit."
"But..." The two wanted to say something more but were unceremoniously pushed out by Mo Xier. The heavy red wooden door closed behind them, isolating the two men whose faces changed like a painter's palette.
Finally reaching the main seat, Mo Xier glanced at the green-haired girl standing in place and slowly said, "Please sit."
After saying this, Mo Xier fell silent. The room became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
Mo Xier merely looked at her calmly without speaking. The cup of steaming tea had long since gone cold, while Ajin's expression shifted unpredictably, leaving one to wonder what she was thinking.
After a long while, the woman sitting below slowly spoke, "Why do you want to help me?"
She was puzzled. Despite how she had treated Mo Xier, why could she still overlook past grievances and allow Jiang Wei to keep her by his side? Was there really such kindness in the world?
"It is merely for the sake of a feeling," Mo Xier said slowly, looking at Ajin.
Ajin was slightly taken aback. Meeting her gaze, illuminated by the bright candlelight, it felt like the midday sun—brilliant and blinding. At that moment, she resembled someone high above, looking down upon thousands, radiating a kaleidoscope of colors.
Her words struck Ajin's heart like a heavy hammer. What did she mean? Had she discovered Ajin's feelings for Jiang Wei? How could that be? She had hidden them so well!
With confusion in her eyes, Ajin looked at the woman above her and a strange thought crossed her mind: "What do you mean?"
"You are a clever woman; you surely understand my meaning. My actions today are not because I hold no grudge against how you treated me. I despise being betrayed by those I trust most," her voice was calm and clear in the quiet night.
Ajin was perplexed. "Then why do you do this?"
If she hated her so much, why ask Jiang Wei to keep her around?
With a faint glance at her, Mo Xier replied indifferently, "It is merely because I see your infatuation. What you do is just for a feeling. I am not a cold-hearted person; by doing this, I am fulfilling your sentiment."
Staring blankly at Mo Xier, Ajin incredulously asked, "You can actually see through my thoughts?"
"What is so difficult about seeing your thoughts?" Suddenly, her gaze sharpened and her tone turned icy. "Since I have allowed you to stay by my brother's side, you should treat him well. If any improper thoughts arise, even if my brother forgives you, I will not let you off."
With that, she stood up. Having said enough, she did not wish to elaborate further. Ajin was a smart girl; she would surely understand why she acted this way.
Lifting her feet lightly, she slowly walked toward the closed red wooden door. Just as her hands rested on the door, a voice came from behind: "Thank you."
In that moment, all words were reduced to those three simple ones. Compared to Mo Xier, Ajin felt utterly filthy; she always radiated a dazzling light that made others want to draw near.
With his back turned to her, Mo Xier's lips slowly curled into a smile as he calmly said, "No need to thank me; you should thank Afu instead. Since I can't give him deep feelings, I might as well be straightforward."
She believed that Afu's feelings for Ajin were something she could sense, but her heart was already occupied by one person, leaving no room for anyone else.
Time passed unusually quickly; after just a few winter snowfalls, the end of the year was approaching. However, what was most concerning at this time was that Night Star's poison had flared up.
His once broad and sturdy body had gradually become thin, and his tan skin appeared pale. He lay weakly on the bed while the doctor visited daily to treat his brilliance, merely stating that it was an old injury acting up.
But Mo Xier knew better; he was suffering from poisoning. The more she wanted to quickly find an antidote, the more she failed. For days, she had locked herself in her room, diligently working on the antidote. Even with Millennium Ganoderma on hand, there always seemed to be something off.
Millennium Ganoderma was hard to come by. Each time she tried concocting the antidote, she dared not use even half a measure more for fear of failing to create it. Now that the Millennium Ganoderma was used up, every time she was just one step away from success, she would personally test the medicine, hoping to maximize her chances.
But damn it, even though she followed the steps in the medical book precisely, things still went wrong. With the door shut tight, she lay frustrated on the table, staring at over a dozen bottles and jars sprawled out before her. It was clear that in a moment of anger, she had knocked them over.
Outside, the sun shone brightly and fiercely, but she was burning with anxiety and had no mind to appreciate the scenery outside. One hand propped up her chin while the other continuously tapped on the table as her vacant eyes fixated on the bottles before her.
Suddenly, the wooden door swung open. Hearing the noise, Mo Xier did not lift her gaze but irritably said, "Didn’t I say not to disturb me if there’s nothing important? Can’t you understand…"
She abruptly looked up and met a pair of sharp eyes. Startled, she hurriedly began to put away the bottles on the table; however, there were too many for her small sleeves to contain all at once.
In her haste, several fell to the ground. Just as she reached down to pick them up, a pair of long hands moved faster than hers and picked up a bottle. After examining it for a while, he asked with curiosity, "What is this?"
"Weren't you supposed to be resting in your room? If you're not feeling well, why did you come out?" Mo Xier felt guilty for a moment and quickly changed the subject.
The man narrowed his eyes and brought the bottle close to his nose to sniff it. His brows furrowed tightly as he said, "Is this medicine? What are you doing with this?"
Mo Xier snatched the medicine bottle from Night Star's hand and awkwardly replied, "It's nothing; just playing around!"
Night Star was far too perceptive. Seeing her evasive demeanor made him suspicious. She already had some medical knowledge; it wasn't unusual for her to mix some pills. But now that he was suffering from an old injury flaring up again, he looked at her with doubt: "Really?"
"Ah, really, why would I lie to you? Do you not believe me anymore?" Mo Xier said defiantly, feeling uneasy under his unusual gaze.
The more she acted this way, the more puzzled Night Star became. Suddenly recalling his condition, he remembered that she had asked Zhuque for Millennium Ganoderma just when his old injury had flared up again. Yet, she had never mentioned what she intended to do with the spirit mushroom.
Now that his old injury had recurred once more, she began handling these medicine bottles. Connecting it to her previous obsession, a chill ran down her spine: "Am I poisoned?"
Night Star's words made Mo Xier's heart race. She helplessly thought to herself: Night Star, could you not be so clever?
"No," she replied firmly, without a hint of guilt.
At this moment, she couldn't let him know about her poisoning, lest his emotions become agitated and exacerbate the spread of the toxin.
Slowly sitting down on a chair and facing Mo Xier, his deep and unfathomable eyes fixed on her. After a moment, he parted his thin lips: "Mo Xi'er, tell me the truth. Am I poisoned? You can't fool me with that expression!"
When Night Star asked this, Mo Xier felt a surge of anxiety. Her mind raced as she considered her response. Before she could speak, his voice rang out again: "Don't try to deceive me; are you planning to make me investigate?"
It was clear that his poisoning was serious; otherwise, the doctor wouldn't have failed to diagnose it and would not have treated him merely for a recurrence of an old injury. No doctor would dare neglect his treatment; only Mo Xier could do so. Her medical skills were exceptional—perhaps even the Imperial Physician would bow to her expertise—indicating that his poisoning was indeed severe.
Looking at the serious expression on Night Star's face, Mo Xier could only sigh: "Yes, you are poisoned, and it has been over eight months. I suspect this poison was administered while you were in the capital."
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