After traveling through time, I became a princess in ancient times

"If you dare to touch her, I will kill you."

A phantom suddenly appeared in front of Xia Yurou, a tight black dress outlining her agile figure, and her two swords shone coldly under the reflection of the snow.

Gang leader Yun Yi paused, his eyes full of shock and fear. He had never expected that in this snowy and windy Nandu City he would encounter the world-famous second killer... Nightingale!

The name of Nightingale had long been known throughout the martial arts world like the whisper of death, making people in the martial arts world terrified.

"You...you are Nightingale?"

There was an incredible timidity in the tone of Gang Leader Yun Yi. He looked around trying to find a way to escape, but there was snow everywhere and there was no way to retreat.

Nightingale stared coldly at the prey in front of him. The two swords in his hands instantly merged into one, turning into a cold silver lightning that cut through the sky and pointed directly at the throat of the leader of the Yunyi Gang.

The pupils of Gang Leader Yun Yi suddenly shrank, and the wind from his fists suddenly stopped. He tried to turn his fists into a shield, but it was too late.

A silver light flashed quickly, breaking through his defense as easily as cutting tofu, leaving a thin line of blood across his neck.

Blood gushed out like a red plum blossom blooming in winter. The body stiffened for a moment, then fell down with a bang, stirring up a cloud of snow and mist, temporarily covering up the bloody massacre.

Nightingale stood where she was, sheathing her swords. Her movements were smooth and there was no trace of emotion on her face, as if everything that had just happened was just an ordinary confrontation in her long career.

Everyone was deeply shocked by this scene. Even the wind seemed to have stopped whistling. Only snowflakes were left slowly falling, covering the blood-stained city wall.

When the Yunyi gang members saw their leader dead, fear quickly spread in their hearts and they fled in all directions. The snow under their feet was trampled into many messy tracks, like a group of frightened wild animals fleeing blindly on the snowy field.

Xia Yurou barely propped herself up, looked in the direction of Nightingale, and said softly with gratitude: "Yingzi, thank you, you saved us all again."

Nightingale tilted her head slightly, her deep gaze swept across Du Wenxuan, and finally gently fell on Xia Yurou's face. She nodded as a response to the thanks.

Du Wenxuan did not attack Nightingale, but acted gentle and polite, carefully supporting the injured Er Niang.

To outsiders, this tender scene undoubtedly shows a pair of chivalrous lovers who share weal and woe, support each other, and have deep affection for each other.

Dong Yuhong, dressed in red, had red eyes that were even more dazzling among the flying snowflakes. She clenched her swords tightly, and rushed towards Nightingale like a raging flame ignited by hatred.

Every strike contained the power of a desperate attempt to tear open a crack in Nightingale's powerful strength.

Faced with Dong Yuhong's fierce attack, Nightingale did not give in. She instantly turned into a shadow and clashed with her swords on the snow.

Everyone could hear the crisp sound of metal colliding, and could only see Dong Yuhong and the Nightingale who was almost invisible fighting.

Xia Yurou knew very well that there was a huge disparity in strength between the two of them. She was extremely anxious and struggled to stand up. Although she was weak, she still shouted to Dong Yuhong: "Miss Yuhong, stop fighting. Yingzi is not our enemy."

When Nightingale heard this, she paused, her black skirt drawing a graceful arc on the snow, as if she was weighing the sudden request of Princess Bei.

The fiery red on Dong Yuhong's face suddenly stopped in the snow. She held both swords high, but they were trembling slightly because of her inner struggle. There was both unwillingness and confusion in her eyes.

Snowflakes were still falling. Xia Yurou's eyes wandered between Dong Yuhong and Nightingale. She asked Sun Erniang, "Erniang, why does Miss Yuhong have such a deep grudge against Nightingale? What happened during this period?"

Sun Erniang's expression darkened and she looked depressed, as if the sad memory that she didn't want to mention was brought back to her heart.

"That night was just as cold and lonely. In order to protect Miss Dong, Chief Dong died under the Yingzi knife you mentioned."

As she spoke, her eyes were red and she cried: "Lengzi died at the hands of the men in black to protect me. Even Mentou was killed by someone unknown, and was hanged on a tree."

Xia Yurou's eyes instantly turned red, and she recalled the scene when they met in the inn, and then attacked the bandits together. The past events flashed in her mind one by one, and tears could not stop rolling in her eyes. She shook her head in disbelief, her voice choked with sobs: "How...how could this happen?"

The tears finally slid down and dripped onto the snow, instantly freezing into ice crystals, reflecting the cruelty and ruthlessness of this troubled world.

Xiaoxue bit her lower lip tightly, clenched her hands into fists, her nails deeply embedded in her palms, her eyes filled with sadness and reluctance for the passing of Moton, and she stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.

Ren Chenxi stood aside, his joints turning white with anger. He glared at Nightingale who had killed Dong Biaotou, his eyes burning with raging fire, as if he wanted to burn away all the darkness.

"I swear here that no matter who is hiding in the dark, I will avenge Mentou and Lengzi one by one."

The disdainful sneer on Du Wenxuan's lips was particularly dazzling in the cold wind, as if it was a hint of icicle that inadvertently appeared in the winter, bringing with it a biting chill.

He gently turned the folding fan in his hand. Even at this moment of wind and snow, his calmness attracted people's attention.

Ren Chenxi inadvertently caught this subtle change in Du Wenxuan and was secretly on guard. His intuition told him that this person's identity was far from as simple as it seemed.

In order not to alert the enemy, he stayed by Rou'er's side without making a sound. Now that the situation has become like this, there must be a bigger conspiracy behind it that needs to be explored.

However, the atmosphere over there became tense again.

Dong Yuhong's flaming figure galloped across the snow, and every swing of her knife was accompanied by a heart-wrenching cry: "Devil girl, I will kill you to avenge my father."

Perhaps Nightingale felt guilty, or perhaps she did not use her killing move for the sake of Princess Bei, but just kept dodging. It seemed that even the pure snowflakes in nature were defending her.

Dong Yuhong put all her strength into every attack, with anger burning in her heart, and she was determined to kill the female devil to avenge her father.

As the King of Beiling, Ren Chenxi naturally understood Rouer's thoughts, but how could a prince like him save a killer?

Ever since Xiaoxue came into contact with Nightingale, her thoughts about her had changed, and she didn't want to see either of them get hurt.

Xiaoxue stretched out her body, like a light snowflake falling, and the soft whip in her hand instantly wrapped around Dong Yuhong's waist, with just the right force to stop her from continuing her attack.

"Miss Dong, calm down."

At this moment, the nightingale suddenly disappeared in the snow. There was no trace of her in the vast white snow, as if she had never appeared.

Dong Yuhong was stunned for a moment, then knelt down on the cold snow, her vision blurred by sad tears.

"Dad, I am useless. I failed to avenge you."

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the deepest part of her heart with great difficulty, carrying with it endless sadness and deep self-blame.

Snowflakes fell on Dong Yuhong's shoulders and hair, gradually covering her into a lonely snowman.

At this moment, her body was not trembling slightly because of the cold, but the deep blood hatred that almost tore her apart.