Reborn, the daughter of the Marquisate went crazy

Zhiqiu kept Leng Shuang's instructions in mind. She looked around vigilantly. When she turned around, she saw the servant suddenly raise his hand, and a cold light like lightning pierced towards Jiang Muxue.

"Madam, be careful!" Zhiqiu's heart suddenly jumped into her throat. While she was shouting loudly, she used all her strength to rush towards the servant. The servant staggered and the dagger in his hand also deviated.

Jiang Muxue moved sideways and nimbly dodged the servant's attack. The sharp blade passed through her arm, cutting a big hole in the plain brocade cloak inlaid with silver, revealing the white sleeves underneath.

Jiang Muxue turned to look at the servant, her beautiful eyes filled with shock, and her cold voice trembled a little: "You...you are not from the Yao Mansion, that invitation is fake! Who are you?"

The servant had a ferocious look on his face and said viciously: "I am the one who will take your life. Today is the day you die!" After that, he waved the dagger again and pounced on Jiang Muxue.

Zhiqiu fell to the ground, ignoring the severe pain all over her body. She reached out and grabbed the servant's leg tightly, preventing him from moving forward. She said anxiously: "I will hold him back, Madam, please hurry up!"

Tears welled up in Jiang Muxue's eyes. She gritted her teeth, ran to the horse, and moved her hands quickly, eagerly trying to untie the horse's bridle.

"Bitch, how dare you ruin my good thing!" The servant roared and raised his leg to kick Zhiqiu away, but no matter how hard he tried, Zhiqiu held his leg tightly like an iron clamp.

The servant was filled with rage. Seeing Jiang Muxue about to untie the reins and ride away on horseback, he was enraged and waved the dagger wildly, stabbing at Zhiqiu repeatedly.

Blood splattered, staining Zhiqiu's clothes red, and then staining the white snow red, but she still held the servant's right leg tightly, like a rock, without moving an inch.

Turning around, Jiang Muxue caught a glimpse of the tragic scene, and her heart was instantly broken.

"Zhi Qiu!" Her voice was filled with tears. She rushed forward desperately and stabbed the boy with a dagger.

The servant turned around quickly, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. Although he knew some martial arts, his movements were restricted, so he could only barely dodge Jiang Muxue's attack by turning sideways.

Jiang Muxue's heart was burning with rage. The moves her father taught her when she was a child gradually emerged in her mind. The dagger in her hand flashed with cold light, and every move contained endless anger.

With a "swish", the dagger pierced deeply into the servant's chest. He lowered his head to look at the dagger in his chest, his eyes widened in horror. The severe pain made him lose all his strength in an instant.

Jiang Muxue's eyes were determined as she pulled out the dagger with force.

Instantly, blood gushed out of the wound like a fountain. The servant panicked and tried to stop the flow, but it was in vain. His body began to tremble, and after a moment, he slowly fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, filled with resentment.

Jiang Muxue gripped the dagger tightly, her hands trembling slightly. This was the first time she had taken a life, and the huge waves surging in her heart almost drowned her.

She took a deep breath, suppressed her panic and fear, and quickly squatted down to check on Zhiqiu. She saw that Zhiqiu's face was as pale as paper, his body was covered with wounds, and he had fainted.

Jiang Muxue suppressed the tears in her eyes and gently checked Zhiqiu's breath. The breath was as weak as a thread, as if it would dissipate at any time.

"Zhi Qiu, you must hold on!" She quickly led the horse over, stepped on the horse stool, and tightly wrapped her arms around Zhi Qiu. She used all her strength to carefully drag Zhi Qiu onto the horse.

Zhiqiu's body was limp, as if it had no bones, which made Jiang Muxue's heart ache. She mounted her horse, hugged Zhiqiu tightly, and ran towards the alley entrance.

As the horse bumped along, Zhiqiu's wound began to bleed again, wetting Jiang Muxue's clothes. She hurriedly tightened the reins and drove the horse forward step by step, fearing that if she was not careful, Zhiqiu would suffer more injuries.

When we reached the fork in the road at the entrance of the alley, we suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves coming from afar, and saw an extremely gorgeous carriage slowly approaching through the flying snow.

A hint of hope welled up in Jiang Muxue's eyes. The horse was too bumpy, and she didn't know where there was a clinic nearby.

She urged her horse forward, her voice filled with urgency and pleading, "Sir, my maid is seriously injured and in urgent need of medical attention. Could you please be kind enough to take us to the nearest clinic?"

The carriage curtain was lifted a little, revealing a childish face. His brows revealed a maturity and arrogance that belied his age. "Go away, my godfather has important things to do. He doesn't have time to bother with you, the idlers. Don't bother here, or you won't blame my godfather..."

But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a stern voice from inside the car: "Xiao Quanzi, stop being rude!"

The carriage curtains were completely opened, revealing a handsome man with a fair complexion, dressed in a gorgeous eunuch's uniform. He said in a gentle voice, "Madam, please get in! I happen to know of a clinic with excellent medical skills that can definitely save your maid's life."

A flash of surprise flashed across the man's eyes, but Jiang Muxue was too worried to notice. Instead, she said gratefully, "Thank you, eunuch, for your kindness and your help."

The driver and Xiao Quanzi got off the carriage together and carefully lifted Zhiqiu onto it. After Jiang Muxue got on, the curtains were gently lowered, shielding them from the cold wind and snow.

The carriage started slowly, and after a moment, it drove into the falling snow, completely disappearing...

When Leng Shuang returned, she saw the boy lying quietly on his back in the snow, without any sign of life.

Not far from the servant's body, a pool of blood had frozen, and the surface was covered with a thin layer of snow.

Leng Shuang's expression was grim, her heart aching with anxiety. This pool of blood clearly wasn't the servant's, so whose could it be? The servant had been murdered, so where were Madam and Zhiqiu? Were they safe?

Leng Shuang searched back and forth several times but could not find any trace of the two people. She discovered that one of the horses was missing and secretly prayed that they had escaped on horseback.

Suddenly, a slight noise was heard. Leng Shuang looked closely and saw three men in black jumping down from the wall. She couldn't help but feel happy. They were the Crown Prince's men!

The three men in black quickly walked up to Leng Shuang and asked in a deep voice, "Miss Leng Shuang, was it you who sent the signal?"

Leng Shuang nodded. She hurriedly took out the token on her body and shook it, saying anxiously, "The Marquis's wife and her maid were here a cup of tea ago, but now their whereabouts are unknown. I'm worried that something bad has happened to them!"

The man in black looked solemn and said to Leng Shuang, "Don't worry, Miss Leng Shuang. We are at your disposal!"

"Thank you!" Leng Shuang frowned and quickly ordered, "Gather a group of people and divide them into three groups. One group will follow me to search for the person, one group will go to Master Yao's mansion to inquire about the situation, and the remaining group will go to capture the bandits who committed the crime today..."