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

Murong Ling'er turned slowly, her sleeves fluttering, like a blooming black mandala, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura.

Her eyes were as sharp as lightning, and they swept across the faces of the two Chen sisters quickly, as if she wanted to see through their souls. Her sharp eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all disguises, and wherever they went, it seemed to condense the air.

Finally, her gaze fixed on Wang Shuangshuang.

Murong Ling'er recognized the woman in front of her almost instantly, simply because she looked so much like Yuan Qiulu.

Wang Shuangshuang looked very miserable at this moment.

One side of her cheek was swollen, and the red mark was like a branding iron, shocking and showing the great force of the slap just now. Her mouth was blocked by a dirty cloth, which gave off a pungent musty smell that almost made her nauseous. She could not make a sound, and could only make a faint "woohoo" sound from her throat, like a wounded little animal whimpering helplessly.

She was sandwiched between the Chen sisters, one on each side, her body tightly held by them, her feet dragging two messy trails on the ground. Her eyes were full of pleading, and her helpless expression was like a drowning person grasping at the last straw, which made people feel pity. Every look in her eyes seemed to be silently telling of her despair and desire to be rescued.

When the Chen sisters saw Murong Ling'er appear, their expressions suddenly became unfriendly, and their eyes were full of vigilance and hostility. They were like two disturbed hedgehogs, with their sharp spines erected, staring at the uninvited guest.

Murong Ling'er did not back down. She stood tall and straight like a pine tree and said coldly, "She is the one I want. If you want her life, get out of here!" Her voice was like the icy wind in the cold winter, with a biting chill that made the temperature around her seem to drop a few degrees.

Chen Meiling's face was full of surprise. She opened her eyes wide, as if she had heard something out of the ordinary, and blurted out, "What do you mean?" Her tone was full of suspicion and disdain, and her expression seemed to be mocking Murong Ling'er's absurd remarks.

Chen Yanling then asked, "Do you want to save her or kill her?" There was a cunning glint in her eyes, trying to find a flaw in Murong Ling'er's answer in order to formulate the next plan.

Murong Ling'er had an indifferent expression on her face, like an iceberg, without a single ripple. Her answer was concise and powerful: "It has nothing to do with you." Every word she said was like a stone, hitting the ground heavily, leaving no room for doubt.

"Hmph! Sis, don't bother with her, just kill her and rush out."

Chen Meiling was extremely anxious, her heartbeat was accelerating as if it was about to jump out of her throat. She knew that the longer the night, the more trouble she would have, and she was afraid that if she delayed any further there would be more variables. She had no intention of talking nonsense and directly raised her sword to stab Murong Ling'er.

The sword flashed coldly in the moonlight, and the sword body was wrapped in a sharp wind sound as it stabbed towards Murong Ling'er's vitals, with the intention of killing her with one blow.

Seeing this, Chen Meiling made a prompt decision. She gritted her teeth and a hint of determination flashed in her eyes. She knew very well that her sister might be able to hold Murong Linger back for a while, and the most important thing at the moment was to take Wang Shuangshuang away.

She hurriedly took Wang Shuangshuang and flew towards the courtyard wall. Her movements were quick and agile, like a frightened bird, fleeing in panic with its prey.

It happened in a flash. Murong Ling'er reacted extremely quickly. Her figure flashed like a ghost, and she stretched out her hand to clamp the sword that Chen Yanling was stabbing at her. Her fingers were slender and powerful, like pliers, tightly clamping the sword.

She just applied a little force with two fingers, and the extremely hard sword was broken into two pieces like a fragile dead branch. The broken sword made a crisp sound, echoing in the silent courtyard, like a death knell.

Seeing this, Chen Yanling's face suddenly changed and she was horrified. Her face turned pale in an instant, her eyes were filled with fear, and her originally confident expression disappeared.

She instinctively wanted to retreat, but Murong Ling'er moved faster, so fast that she could only see a black shadow flash by. Murong Ling'er grabbed her neck and lifted her up.

Chen Yanling lifted her feet off the ground and struggled desperately. Her hands kept scratching Murong Ling'er's arms, trying to break free from the iron-like restraints, but it was all in vain.

At this moment, Chen Meiling, who had just jumped onto the courtyard wall, looked back. When she saw her sister being strangled by Murong Ling'er and lifted into the air, her heart was suddenly shocked.

Her lips trembled slightly, a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes, and her hands unconsciously clenched Wang Shuangshuang's arms. She and her sister were born of the same mother and grew up together. The scenes of laughter and sharing hardships flashed through her mind.

She wanted to turn around to save her sister, but after hesitating for just a moment, a fear of death and a desire for future glory and wealth occupied her heart. She chose to hug Wang Shuangshuang and fly away, fleeing in panic.

Chen Yanling, who was having difficulty breathing, endured the pain and turned her head with difficulty to look in the direction her sister escaped. Her eyes were full of disbelief and tears were welling up in her eyes, but she couldn't let them flow out because she couldn't breathe.

When she saw Chen Meiling disappearing from her sight with Wang Shuangshuang without looking back, her heart was suddenly filled with despair. She couldn't believe that her blood relative would not save her at this critical moment and just leave her alone to escape.

"Sister...you are so...heartless!" Chen Yanling's face was ferocious as she squeezed out these three words with difficulty. It seemed as if she had used up all her strength to say each word.

Her eyes were filled with resentment and unwillingness. She stared at the direction where Chen Meiling fled, as if she wanted to engrave that ruthless figure in her heart forever. The pain and despair in her eyes were like flames in the darkness, burning away her last bit of sanity.

"In this world, karma is inevitable. How can a betrayer escape the fate of being betrayed? This is an eternal truth. Don't you know it?"

Murong Ling'er looked at Chen Yanling coldly, with a mocking smile on the corner of her mouth. That smile was like an icy blade, piercing Chen Yanling's heart.

In a flash, Murong Ling'er increased her strength, and with a "click" sound, the crisp sound echoed in the silent courtyard, like the sentence of death. She twisted Chen Yanling's neck directly, as easily as breaking a fragile branch.

Then, she threw Chen Yanling's body into the yard as if she were throwing away a worthless object, without any mercy in her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Murong Ling'er's figure was as fast as lightning, turning into a black shadow and chasing in the direction of Chen Meiling's escape. The speed was so fast that it brought up a whistling sound in the wind.