After being reborn with my scumbag ex-husband, I became his sister-in-law.

Siqin and her two guards were still fighting the assassins and couldn't break away.

At this critical moment, with two lives at stake, Song Xizhi could not convince himself to protect himself and remain indifferent.

Seeing this, she hurriedly ran towards the two of them, then lay down on the edge of the cliff and tightly grabbed the collar of the man in the white shirt.

Winter clothes are really too thick, and the middle-aged man in front of me seems to come from a good family and wear expensive clothes. His collar is slippery and there is no room to exert any force when I grab it.

The biting wind lashed against my face, the chill penetrating to my very bones.

The man in the plain robe had bulging veins on his forehead and his face was contorted.

He tightened his grip on the pale-faced servant beneath him, presumably feeling the strain just as much as Song Xizhi did.

"Master, please let go! Please let go! Let that girl rescue you..."

The pale-faced man's eyes were already brimming with tears, and his gaze was filled with determination; he was already planning to jump.

The man in plain clothes above simply snapped, "Shut up! Stop making noise!"

Seeing this, Song Xizhi hurriedly stretched out his other hand, intending to grab the pale-faced middle-aged man below: "Give me your hand, share the weight, and you won't be a burden to your master."

Upon hearing this, the pale-faced man seemed to be tempted. He struggled to extend his left arm, then felt a sharp pain and switched to his right hand, trying to grab Song Xizhi's hand.

At that very moment, Song Xizhi felt as if fireworks suddenly exploded above his head. The once quiet bamboo forest and treetops began to sway violently, making rustling sounds.

Out of the corner of my eye, countless dark shadows appeared on both sides, and then I heard Siqin's anxious voice from behind:

"Master! Enemy reinforcements are coming! Jump down! Jump down now!"

With difficulty, Song Xizhi turned his head and saw several poisoned silver needles flying towards his shop.

In an instant, alarm bells rang in her mind, and she shouted at the two people in front of her: "Jump down! The assassins have reinforcements! Jump down together!"

After speaking, Song Xizhi listened to Siqin's words and jumped off the edge of the cliff without hesitation.

Everything was pitch black before her eyes, and a biting wind blew directly at her face. The intense weightlessness didn't last as long as she had imagined.

After a sharp pain in his back, Song Xizhi heard a muffled thud and fell heavily to the ground.

After rolling down a few times, it came to a stop.

It turns out that the cliff is not high; below it is a gentle slope covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves.

It's likely that Siqin scouted the terrain here that afternoon, which is why she was so calm and allowed to jump down.

Song Xizhi breathed a sigh of relief and lay there for a moment to recover. Then he heard two loud thuds as heavy objects fell to the ground.

She opened her eyes with some difficulty and saw the two middle-aged men from before, now lying on the ground with their eyes closed.

Song Xizhi propped himself up with one hand and sat up, then saw the middle-aged man in plain clothes land right next to him.

She checked the man's breath from behind, and then suddenly felt that the face in front of her, who looked to be in his forties or fifties, was somewhat familiar.

However, Song Xizhi couldn't remember where she had seen him before, so she simply patted the man's arm and asked, "How are you? Can you open your eyes and look at me?"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes. He was instinctively on guard, then stared at Song Xizhi for a moment, looking somewhat dazed.

Song Xizhi knew this was a normal reaction after a brief loss of consciousness, so he patiently said, "I am a doctor. It turns out that the cliff we just saw wasn't very high, and there were fallen leaves underneath."

"If you feel unwell, tell me and I'll take a look."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man finally came to his senses. He covered his chest and coughed lightly twice: "I'm fine. Please go and check on my personal servant."

Song Xizhi nodded, then crawled over to the pale-faced servant and checked his breath.

With just a glance, she sensed something was amiss. Although the temperature was cold, the servant's breath was scalding hot.

His entire face was flushed, and his body was hot. He collapsed on the spot, completely unconscious. He didn't look like someone who had fallen and injured himself.

Song Xizhi recalled his reaction at the cliff edge and felt a chill in his heart. By the light of the moon in the sky, he found a scratch on his left arm.

"The skin and flesh are turned inside out, and the wound is black; the silver needles used just now were poisoned."

As soon as Song Xizhi finished speaking, the middle-aged man struggled to his feet and walked to her side, clutching his chest.

"The silver needles are poisonous? What should we do?"

Song Xizhi glanced at him, wondering what kind of assassin he had attracted that would resort to such a poisonous method.

However, this person's identity was mysterious, and she knew it was inappropriate to ask too many questions. She simply replied in a deep voice, "First, cut out the rotten flesh. I carry medicine with me and can bandage it."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man gave Song Xizhi a very serious look.

He then pulled out a small knife from his pocket, presented it to her, nodded, and asked in a hoarse yet reassuring voice, "Do you know how to use it?"

Song Xizhi glanced at the small knife presented to him. It was exquisitely crafted, with a handle made of black iron and a scabbard inlaid with gems of varying sizes.

She nodded, then gripped the knife in the back of her hand, drew the blade, twisted her wrist, and cut off the servant's sleeve. With a swift motion, she removed the blackened, rotting flesh.

The unconscious servant felt the pain and woke up instantly, letting out another scream.

The middle-aged man, with his hands behind his back, couldn't help but exclaim, "That technique is quite skillful; young lady, your medical skills are superb!"

Song Xizhi silently shoved the dagger back into the man's arms, then sprinkled the medicinal powder he carried with him onto the bleeding wound. He then turned to ask, "Do you have any cloth to bandage him?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback by Song Xizhi's indifferent attitude; he seemed to have never been treated like this before.

He then came to his senses, slowly took off his outer robe, tore off a long piece of cloth, and handed it to Song Xizhi.

She was still a little shy in front of Song Xizhi.

But before Song Xizhi could even wrap the cloth around them, the treetops around them began to rustle.

The top of the bamboo forest shook continuously, and then dozens of men in black descended from the sky, surrounding them once again.

"finally found you."

The leader of the men in black spoke the language of the Great Qian Dynasty, which Song Xizhi could understand, but found strange and odd.

And those eyes.

Their pupils, though clearly black, gleamed with a faint green hue under the moonlight, like the eyes of a wild wolf.

Who exactly are these people?

Song Xizhi looked up at the middle-aged man, his heart sank, and he clenched his teeth in an instant.

The man calmly glanced around at the assassins, then took two steps forward and stood in front of Song Xizhi.

All that could be heard was his deep, hoarse voice: "I am the person you are looking for. Let them go."

The lead assassin raised an eyebrow, finding the situation quite amusing. He laughed loudly, "Then I'll grant your wish."

"If you die, they die too!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he decisively swung his longsword, slashing fiercely towards the middle-aged man's neck.

Everything happened too fast and too quickly. Before Song Xizhi could react, blood and filth sprayed all over her face, carrying a scalding, fishy smell.

The world before my eyes was dyed red.