The maid gave a soft laugh, seemed to think of something, and suppressed her coquettish smile before turning to leave for the side hall.
Mo Xiaoji returned to the room where she had been sleeping. Shortly after, the maid’s voice came from outside the door: “Your Highness, General Hao Lian has arrived.”
Ghost King
Mo Xiaoji rushed to the door, happily opening it, thinking: “It’s great that Brother Hao Lian is here. I can discuss with him how to get home. I don’t want to stay with these people who will become zombies.”
As she opened the door, Mo Xiaoji froze. It was not her brother Hao Lian, but the gentle man in purple clothing.
His gaze towards Mo Xiaoji held a hint of melancholy, even worry. He tried to smile but only managed to twist his lips, his voice hoarse and uneasy: “Sister”
This “sister” completely bewildered Mo Xiaoji.
The man in purple saw Mo Xiaoji standing in the doorway, staring blankly at him. He quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her into the room, his tone reproachful yet full of concern: “Your body is not yet well. Don’t stand in the doorway and catch a cold.”
Mo Xiaoji let the man in purple help her to the bed.
His large, warm hand, the warmth from his slender fingers, filled Mo Xiaoji’s heart with a sense of safety. Even his fresh, sun-like scent made her breathing feel warm.
The man in purple released Mo Xiaoji’s arm and sat on a round stool opposite the bed.
His deep gaze first looked at Mo Xiaoji, seeing her calm expression with no sign of abnormality.
He hesitated, unsure how to begin.
“Sister, you…” His gaze softened towards Mo Xiaoji, a warm smile hanging on his lips, though the smile was filled with unease.
“You and the Ghost King…” The man in purple retracted his smile, his unease deepening in his eyes.
“Ghost King?” Mo Xiaoji frowned, confused.
The man in purple saw Mo Xiaoji looking at him strangely and forced another smile: “Sister, how do you know the Ghost King?”
“I don’t know any Ghost King!”
Now it was the man in purple’s turn to look surprised.
“Then you… just now… with the Ghost King…” As his sister was before him, he couldn’t directly speak about such ambiguous topics, but how could she be connected to the Ghost King?
Purple-Clothed Person
Mo Xiaoji blinked, her mind turning, finally understanding that the Ghost King the man in purple spoke of was the black-clothed evil man she had just teased.
“You mean that woman…” Before Mo Xiaoji could finish, the purple-clothed person rushed over and covered her mouth.
His eyes were full of terror, checking the windows and walls for eavesdroppers before carefully removing his hand from Mo Xiaoji’s mouth.
He shook his head vigorously, wanting to scold Mo Xiaoji but ultimately restraining himself.
Pale-faced, his eyes pleading, he grabbed Mo Xiaoji’s hand: “Sister, our mother died early, leaving only us two. Mother was just a concubine not favored by father, and now that she’s gone, you and I are the closest. I don’t want…”
Tears glistened in his eyes. Mo Xiaoji had never seen a man cry before her, and she was inwardly panicked. Though she wanted to say, “I’m not your sister,” the tears prevented her from speaking, only managing to stammer: “You… you…”
Mo Xiaoji also felt like crying, her inner fear and grievance enough to make her cry ten times.
Just as Mo Xiaoji was about to open her mouth, the purple-clothed person wiped his reddened eyes with his sleeve and forced a slight smile.
This change immediately suppressed Mo Xiaoji’s brewing sadness.
The purple-clothed person self-deprecatingly laughed and sighed: “Sister, you must have heard of the Ghost King while in the inner chambers. I know that women who have seen the Ghost King will involuntarily fall for him. But compared to Prince Jun, the Ghost King is still lacking, whether in appearance or character. Since you’ve become Prince Jun’s concubine, you should please him. Besides, didn’t you used to love Prince Jun?”
Mo Xiaoji saw the purple-clothed person staring at her intently, as if trying to see through her, and quickly lowered her head, mumbling: “I have no relationship with the Ghost King.”
She, Mo Xiaoji, certainly had no relationship with that libertine, having only been teased by him.
Zombie
Hearing Moxiaoji’s words, the person in purple clothes took a deep breath and his smile became much brighter: “It’s good if there’s no problem, it’s good if there’s no problem. If you feel too stuffy in the Jun Wang Mansion, I’ll ask my father in a few days to let you go home. It would be good to… to offer incense to mother. In a few days, it will be the tenth anniversary of mother’s death.”
The face of the person in purple clothes turned pale again.
Moxiaoji’s heart also turned pale.
Although she was not his sister, from childhood to adulthood, except for Brother Hao Lian and a few close classmates, no one had ever been this good to her.
But Moxiaoji didn’t know what to say.
The man in purple stood up. He felt that his sister seemed to have grown up overnight and become more sensible, which made him secretly happy.
“Sister, I’m going back to the mansion. I’ll come to see you when I have time. Take care of yourself.”
When Moxiaoji heard the person in purple was leaving, she unexpectedly felt reluctant. She wanted to say, “Take me home with you!” But thinking about their previous conversation, they had no mother, and their mother was a concubine during her lifetime, so his life must not have been easy.
“Brother, take care of yourself.”
The person in purple reddened around his eyes because of Moxiaoji’s words, forcing a smile and nodding: “Mm, sister, don’t see me off. Rest well.”
Moxiaoji watched the person in purple leave the room.
The person in purple did not immediately leave but stood at the doorway talking to two maids.
Moxiaoji saw the snake-waisted maid’s smile becoming sweeter.
The person in purple took out a few taels of silver from his waist and stuffed them into the two maids’ hands, looking back at Moxiaoji and saying a few words to the maids. Moxiaoji guessed he was probably asking them to take good care of her.
Moxiaoji’s eyes also became moist.
Announcement: Oh my! This novel wants to rename itself because the editor said this name doesn’t meet standards
Zombie, concubine, ancient tomb cannot be used
What should I do?
Dear girls, help me think of a name
What name would be good
It should be nice and eye-catching, oh my! This is difficult
If you have a good name, please leave a message at the back of the book, not at the end of this chapter, but at the back of the book’s directory.
If Mu Mu uses your name, there will be a small surprise.
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Nightmare
After the person in purple left, Moxiaoji sat at the bedside, thinking wildly, and unknowingly became drowsy, falling asleep.
In a trance, Moxiaoji felt someone enter the room. She could even hear her low whispers and those familiar footsteps.
Moxiaoji wanted to wake up but couldn’t struggle free.
It was as if countless constraints were on her body, preventing her from waking.
Moxiaoji’s mind kept struggling. She began to feel a pair of icy cold hands gently caressing her cheeks, then her hair.
Such a touch made her feel cold all over, even her bones chilling, and then nausea, rising from the bottom of her heart.
Moxiaoji’s hands were weakly waving, and then she grabbed something soft and slippery.
“Ah!” Moxiaoji screamed in terror, waking from her dream and sitting up.
The sky was completely dark, an night so black you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face.
Moxiaoji, who woke in terror, had pitch-black eyes.
She hadn’t left yet – this was Moxiaoji’s first reaction. She was standing behind her, perhaps watching her, with eyes so bright they emitted an eerie light.
Moxiaoji sat rigidly on the bed, neither daring to look back nor make any movement.
