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As Shadowmoon drew closer to the villa, her heartbeat quickened, as if it might leap from her chest. An uneasy premonition crept over her. At last, Shadowmoon stepped inside. The hall was empty.

Her brows furrowed in confusion as Hill descended the stairs, approached her, and bowed respectfully. “Miss, His Highness is waiting for you in the study.”

“Alright, I’ll go now.” Shadowmoon nodded and headed upstairs toward the study.

Hill followed behind, watching her upright posture with a flicker of pity in his eyes. He shook his head but said nothing.

Shadowmoon reached the second floor. Maria lounged against the ornately carved wooden railing, casting a sultry glance at her. “Well, well, look who’s back. Why have you returned?”

Shadowmoon ignored Maria, striding past her toward the study. Maria, annoyed, grabbed Shadowmoon’s hand and forced her to turn around.

Shadowmoon looked back coldly, then curved her lips into a wicked smile, glancing at the wrist Maria held. “Maria, what are you holding my hand for?” She leaned closer, breathing softly into Maria’s ear. “And so tightly?”

Maria’s ears flushed red. She released Shadowmoon’s wrist abruptly, feigning indifference. “Do you think I want to hold your hand? I just don’t want you disturbing him.”

Her cheeks were rosy, her demeanor uneasy.

Shadowmoon watched Maria, her eyes showing a hint of meaning, but she replied coolly, “Let’s hope that’s all.” With that, she turned and entered Arthur’s study.

The room was dark, lit only by faint moonlight. Shadowmoon saw Arthur standing by the window, his back to her.

“You’re finally willing to speak to me?” Shadowmoon addressed his silhouette, her words tinged with quiet sarcasm. “I thought you’d keep avoiding me in silence.”

“Where did you go today? Who were you with?” Arthur asked after a moment, his tone unreadable.

“And what does that have to do with you?”

Arthur spun around sharply, his blue eyes glinting in the darkness, fixed intently on Shadowmoon.

Seeing him, her heart ached, but she almost found it amusing.

“You spent the whole day with Yuwen Xi, didn’t you? Who gave you permission to be alone with him all day?” Arthur’s voice was harsh, anger coloring his interrogation.

Shadowmoon stared back, refusing to yield. “You’ve been with Maria a lot lately, haven’t you? Sharing the same bed, right? Who gave you permission to do that? Who allowed you to sleep together?”

Her gaze locked onto Arthur, allowing him no escape.

Under her scrutiny, Arthur looked toward the desk and spoke lightly, “That’s none of your concern. Just answer my question.”

“None of my concern? Ha…” Shadowmoon laughed, her eyes glistening. “Arthur, if I have no right to ask about your affairs, then mine are equally none of your concern.”

“None of your concern?” Arthur repeated, his voice full of mockery—whether directed at himself or at her, it was impossible to tell.

“Isn’t it?” she retorted. “Ever since you brought Maria here without explanation, since you acted intimate with her in front of me yet avoided me everywhere—even refusing to give me a single reason—doesn’t it show our bond is shallow? Shallow enough that we can do anything without consulting each other, without needing to explain. Isn’t that so?”

Shadowmoon finished, her gaze deep upon Arthur, watching for the moment his calm expression would break, but his face remained unchanged, serene throughout.

At last, pain flickered in her violet eyes. She turned to leave. “In that case, I suppose we have nothing more to say.”

Suppressing the ache in her heart, she exited the study. Behind her, there was no sound.

“Miss,” Hill came upstairs, seeing Shadowmoon’s despairing expression as she was about to depart.

Shadowmoon forced herself calm and said to Hill, “Help me pack. I’m leaving immediately.”

“But, His Highness—”

“Don’t mention him. I have nothing to do with him and don’t need his permission.”

She started downstairs, but her wrist was seized. Furious, she turned back to see Arthur gripping her so tightly that white marks appeared.

“Let go!”

“No. If I let go, you’ll go find Yuwen Xi?”

“That’s none of your business. Let go now!”

“I won’t. I won’t let you leave to find another man. Even if I don’t want you, no one else can.”

Arthur gazed at her stubborn face, a flash of pain in his eyes before they turned cold and steely.

Shadowmoon scoffed, “Let’s see who can stop whom today.” She struggled fiercely to break free.

But—

In their struggle, Shadowmoon’s foot slipped onto the edge of the staircase.

And then—

Thump, thump, thump!

She tumbled down the spiral stairs, with nothing to stop her.

“Miss!” Hill rushed downstairs to check on her.

Arthur stood frozen above, watching Shadowmoon lying weakly at the foot of the stairs, like a lifeless doll.

Shadowmoon looked up at Arthur, her eyes unmoving as Hill lifted her.

Arthur saw her stare and remained motionless for a moment. He spoke, word by word, “This is what happens when you defy me.” He turned away, fists clenched at his sides.

Arthur, don’t turn away, don’t go downstairs—this is for her own good. Having made your decision, stick to it!

Shadowmoon watched his cold, unfeeling back and, finally, coughed up blood and fainted.

“Miss—!” Hill cried out.

Arthur heard the shout, spun around, and rushed downstairs like the wind, scooping Shadowmoon into his arms. Carrying her toward her room, he shouted at Hill, “Call a doctor, now!”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

In the spacious room, the doctor worked tirelessly.

On the bed lay a pale girl, eyes tightly shut.

In the corner stood a man with golden hair, his locks dull and pressed to his cheeks, his expression equally pale.

At last, when the doctor had finished, the room grew quiet.

Arthur sat at Shadowmoon’s bedside, extending his right hand, stained with dried blood. He ignored it, gently caressing her face.

“Lanlan,” Arthur’s voice was hoarse. “What am I supposed to do with you?”

He sat by her side until dawn, then left, his expression colder.

After he departed, Shadowmoon opened her eyes, watching his retreating figure with indifference. She pulled out the needle from her hand.

In the violet room, the butler watched Shadowmoon, once radiant, now as silent as a wilting violet, lying lifelessly on the bed. He felt a pang of pity.

He watched as the doctor injected one vial after another into her frail body, his gaze complex and unreadable.

“Miss’s body is very weak now. She must not be agitated again, nor should incidents like…” The doctor paused, looking at the swelling from the removed needle on Shadowmoon’s left hand, “…like this. It’s best not to disturb her these days. Let her rest.”

With these instructions, the doctor packed his things and left.

The butler watched him leave, then returned his gaze to Shadowmoon’s face, staring for a long time before sighing silently.

He exited quietly.

In the attic, slender, pale fingers gently caressed a photograph. The girl in the picture smiled brilliantly, her violet eyes sparkling.

Arthur traced the photo again and again—from her smooth forehead, to her bright eyes, to her fair, delicate face, finally lingering on her soft cherry-blossom lips, caressing them and then starting from her forehead once more.

Who knew how long he did this? When he finally put the photo down, he sighed soundlessly.

He turned, resolve flashing in his eyes, his fingers clenched tightly.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. His hand relaxed, as if it had never been clenched, but the marks in his palm betrayed him.

His pale lips curled faintly.

Having made his choice, there was no room for regret.

He stood quietly by the window, gazing at the endless lawns and forests outside, his heart suddenly feeling lighter.

He picked up the phone, dialed a number, and spoke in a cool tone, “Prepare to act.”

No superfluous words. He hung up, his gaze deep as he looked into the distant woods. He turned to leave, pausing at the door to cast one last lingering glance at the girl’s smiling face before stepping out of the attic.

The butler, waiting at the attic door, caught sight of the girl’s smile. His eyes flickered, but he said nothing, following Arthur out.

He watched the tall, proud figure ahead, his eyes full of sympathy.

Arthur walked gracefully, step by step, toward Shadowmoon’s room.

The butler’s lips moved as if to speak, but he hesitated. At last, as Arthur reached her door, he straightened and tried to speak.

“Go downstairs,” Arthur said quietly, in a tone that brooked no resistance.

The butler watched him disappear behind the door, touched his nose, and said nothing more.

So be it—His Highness knows his limits.

Besides, these are troubled times.

Inside the room, Arthur looked at the frail figure, a quiet, doll-like girl. Her face was pale and transparent, no longer radiant as before. He stepped softly to the bedside, sitting carefully for fear of disturbing her.

His sky-blue eyes gazed at her with tenderness. His slender fingers traced her delicate features, full of longing.

He gently stroked her tightly closed eyes, caressing them again and again, his lips curling bitterly.

This time, he must let go again. But he wondered, would she ever return to his side?

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