Mo Shisheng put aside her thoughts. It was the first time she had stepped into the Crown Princess's palace. It was far more luxurious than Qi Muxiao's palace; they were not even in the same league.
Two maids were guarding outside the door. When they saw Mo Shisheng, they both turned pale and stammered, "You...you..."
Mo Shisheng glanced at the two people indifferently, and they were so frightened that they took a step back and didn't even dare to block the way, simply making way for them.
Hearing faint sounds of Situ Xue scolding and beating, Mo Shisheng frowned and walked directly into the palace with Shaoyao.
Because her whole body was still sore, Mo Shisheng walked very slowly, stepping on the thick piles of snow on the ground.
Inside the courtyard, Qi Muxiao was wearing only a thin undershirt. There was not a single scratch on her body, and her clothes were not torn. She was being held down by two maids and kneeling on the ground, her face pale from the cold.
Upon seeing this, Peony rushed forward, crying, and hugged Qi Muxiao tightly. Seeing that Qi Muxiao was about to faint, she quickly reached out and pressed Qi Muxiao's philtrum.
Qi Muxiao slowly opened her eyes, her gaze falling on Mo Shisheng. She saw that Mo Shisheng was dressed in silver-white, which made her small face look exquisite and beautiful.
Mo Shisheng walked up to Qi Muxiao's side, and the two maids were so frightened that they stepped back and kept their distance from Mo Shisheng.
"Mo Shisheng! How dare you stand before me! Do you have a death wish?"
Looking at Mo Shisheng, Situ Xue couldn't help but feel a surge of anger rising within her, and hatred overflowed from her eyes.
Mo Shisheng ignored Situ Xue's voice and stretched out her small hand to Qi Muxiao, "Get up."
Looking at the small hand extended in front of her, Qi Muxiao gently curled her lips, but because her body was frozen stiff, she couldn't form a smile.
She placed her cold hand in Mo Shisheng's palm, and then Mo Shisheng pulled her up.
Peony quickly stood up as well, holding Qi Muxiao tightly, afraid that she would fall down again. "Your Highness, Your Highness, why are you so cold?"
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"Hmm..."
Suddenly, before Ming Beiya could continue speaking, the little person lying on the bed opened his eyes.
Mo Shisheng's eyes were misty with confusion as she looked at Ming Beiya.
Ming Beiya had been trying to wake Mo Shisheng up, but after she woke up, he was at a loss for words under her gaze.
"Why did you stop?"
Mo Shisheng spoke softly.
“Ah Sheng…”
"The power of the Demon Eye clashed with the power within me, which is why I couldn't wake up after fainting. The Demon Eye almost devoured my consciousness and power; you almost didn't get to see me again."
Mo Shisheng smiled slightly and briefly described her thrilling experience in just a few words.
Although Mo Shisheng spoke lightly, Ming Beiya knew the hardships she had gone through.
At this moment, Ming Beiya suddenly ran out of words. He didn't know what to say at this time, nor did he know how to make Mo Shisheng feel better.
At this moment, Ming Beiya felt extremely superfluous, as if he couldn't help at all.
"Ah Sheng, I..."
"Shhh."
Mo Shisheng sat up from the bed, reached out her small hand to cover the man's rosy lips, and snuggled into his arms with her petite and adorable body.
“Ming Beiya, it’s all in the past. This time, I will never leave you again.”
"..."
Startled by the soft feeling of Mo Shisheng suddenly pulling him into her arms.
A pang of sadness welled up in his heart, and he gently placed his large hand on Mo Shisheng's petite shoulder.
[My darlings, this novel is almost finished! I've started a new one, so please look forward to it! It's a quick transmigration story, and I hope you'll like it. This is my first time changing my style.]
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