After being exiled with her husband and children, she returned with great power to rule the world

"The King of Chu is a traitor to his country. Even though he has died in battle, as long as Chu Lingfeng is still alive, the higher-ups will not let this go. If you want to seek your own death, you can go to them."

These words, full of threats and warnings, left a deep shadow in people's hearts.

Murong Ling'er is well aware of the interests involved.

As the only living man in the Chu Palace, Chu Lingfeng's future is destined to be full of dangers and assassinations will probably continue. However, this man is not completely defenseless. He is meticulous and has made comprehensive arrangements early on.

Murong Ling'er tried to use her spiritual sense to explore the surrounding situation.

After some investigation, she discovered that the person who had just made the secret move was the mysterious secret guard who had been following Chu Lingfeng.

Not only that, she also keenly noticed that several groups of unidentified people were secretly following the team, and their purpose was self-evident.

Just as Murong Ling'er was lost in thought, an interesting scene took place nearby.

Murong Chen saw Huo Shuixian glaring at his mother fiercely. The malicious look instantly ignited the rage in the little boy. He did not flinch, but opened his eyes wide and glared back fiercely. The two of them, one big and one small, started a silent eye battle through Murong Ling'er.

Murong Ling'er quickly came to her senses. She glanced at Fu Ruyi coldly, her voice as cold as ice: "If you don't take care of yourself and come to provoke me, I will kill you!"

Huo Shuixian was so angry when she heard this that her face turned red. She gritted her teeth and replied, "Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to threaten me like this?"

Seeing his mother being so domineering, Murong Chen couldn't help but feel proud.

He made a playful face at Huo Shuixian, whose face was distorted. That look made her so angry that she leaned back and almost lost her balance.

Seeing this scene, Murong Ling'er couldn't help but smile. She reached out and gently patted Murong Chen's head, her eyes full of pampering.

At this time, the advancing team was facing huge difficulties.

The men at the front of the team had heavy shackles on their hands and feet, making every step they took extremely difficult, which also made the entire team move extremely slowly.

Heavy snow was flying all over the sky and the cold wind was whistling like a sharp blade. In this harsh weather, everyone was soon frozen to the point of turning blue and purple, and their hands and feet became sluggish.

However, what is worrying is that at this moment they have not even completed half the distance, and the team is gradually being stretched as they move forward with difficulty.

Chifeng, who was in charge of the escort, became extremely anxious when he saw this situation.

He knew full well that time was running out and the mission was arduous, so he repeatedly urged loudly, "Hurry up, everyone! We must arrive before dark, otherwise we will miss our place to stay and have to sleep in the wilderness tonight."

When everyone heard Chiffon's words, they panicked. Thinking of camping out in the wilderness on such a cold snowy night and the possibility of freezing to death, everyone exerted all their strength and quickened their pace.

In the team, Huo Zihao's small body was swaying in the cold wind. He raised his head and looked at Deng with eyes full of fatigue and helplessness. He said with difficulty, "Mom, I'm so tired. I can't walk anymore."

Deng Lihua was no exception. She was a pampered lady in a deep house, and had never experienced such a long and arduous journey. At this moment, she was already exhausted.

Hearing her son's crying, she could only use the last bit of strength she had left to tiredly comfort him, "Little Hao, mother really can't hold you any longer. Just hold on a little longer, it will be over soon."

But how could a four-year-old child understand his mother's difficulties? He only knew that he was hungry and tired and didn't want to walk anymore.

When he heard his mother's refusal, he immediately burst into tears: "Mom, I really can't do it anymore. I'm hungry and tired. I really can't walk anymore! Mom, I want you to hold me. I don't want to walk anymore."

Huo Zihao continued to cry, and no matter how Deng Lihua tried to persuade him, it was of no use. Her emotions completely collapsed at this moment. This usually dignified lady immediately hugged Huo Zihao and burst into tears: "Wuwuwuwu..."

Deng Lihua's crying seemed to open the floodgates of emotions among the women in the team, and those equally exhausted women began to cry one after another.

For a moment, the cries were heard one after another, which seemed particularly miserable in this snowy and icy place.

Chifeng watched the snow fall heavier and heavier, and was worried that he would not be able to complete the seventy-mile journey today.

Hearing these sobbing sounds, his anger was instantly ignited, and he shouted loudly: "Shut up, everyone! Stop crying and leave! Otherwise, you won't be able to reach the accommodation, and you will cry for a long time!"

His voice echoed in the cold wind, but it could not immediately stop the crying of the crowd. However, under his stern rebuke, the crying in the team gradually died down. People gritted their teeth, dragged their heavy steps, and continued to move forward with difficulty in the wind and snow.

"Wuwuwu... I won't leave, I want my mother to hold me!" Huo Zihao cried heartbreakingly, his small body standing stubbornly in place, no matter how others pulled him, he refused to move forward another step.

His little face was red from crying and tears were flowing freely. His pitiful appearance made people feel distressed.

Seeing this, Chifeng's patience was completely exhausted. His eyes were wide open, and the flesh on his face was trembling with anger. He held the whip in his hand and used all his strength to lash out at Deng and Huo Zihao.

The whip drew a sharp arc in the air, accompanied by a whistling sound, and was about to fall on the mother and son.

At this critical moment, Murong Ling'er, who had been standing next to him, suddenly moved. She flashed and quickly stretched out her right hand to grab the whip in mid-air. In an instant, she held it tightly in her hand.

"What are you doing? Are you trying to rebel?" Chifeng was shocked and angry, and shouted loudly.

He never thought that the whip in his hand would be taken away so easily.

Murong Ling'er felt helpless as she didn't want to offend the chief official.

However, things have come to this point. If she does not take action, if the whip really hits Deng's mother and son, with their frail bodies, they will probably not be able to survive until the place of exile.

Thinking of this, Murong Ling'er no longer hesitated. She immediately mobilized the spiritual energy in her body and squeezed the whip in her hand hard, and it instantly turned into powder.

This astonishing scene stunned everyone present. They opened their eyes wide and their mouths agape, as if they were frozen in time.

Chifeng's eyes instantly became heavy. He was secretly surprised that this woman's fighting power far exceeded his own.

Facing Murong Ling'er's calm expression, Chifeng took a deep breath, trying to calm his panicked heart. He quickly calmed his mind and asked, "What do you want to do? Are you planning a rebellion?"

Murong Ling'er shook her head gently, looked at Chifeng with a firm gaze, and said, "It's very simple. If you want to reach your destination quickly, you have to do one thing for me."

Her voice was not loud, but it carried an irresistible aura.