The whole family was brutally murdered? The ruthless heiress's eldest daughter went berserk aft

After saying that, Murong Xuewei suddenly fainted.

Zhang Jing quickly helped Murong Xuewei up.

"Quickly release my pressure points."

Zhang Jing raised his hand, and a pebble landed on Consort Ning, releasing her pressure points.

The moonlight was like water, and the lamplight flickered in the secret chamber of Taiqing Palace. Murong Xuewei sat leaning against the bed, her eyes filled with pain and hatred.

Zhang Jing was taking her pulse, while Consort Ning sat beside her, looking at Murong Xuewei with a worried expression.

"Your body is too weak and you need to rest properly." Zhang Jing withdrew his hand, his expression solemn.

"Alas! The child was taken away as soon as she was born. How could she possibly be willing to recuperate now?" Consort Ning sighed heavily.

Murong Xuewei opened her eyes and struggled to get up.

Consort Ning pressed Murong Xuewei back onto the bed, saying, "Don't move around. You just gave birth; you need to rest."

Murong Xuewei shook her head: "No. Gu Ye and the child are in their hands, I must act quickly..."

"Going like this now is tantamount to suicide!" Consort Ning suddenly interrupted her. "Even if you want to save people, you need to recover first. I'll go find out where the child and Gu Ye are being held."

Zhang Jing nodded: "Consort Ning is right. Steward Lin said it was for Gu Ye, but this matter is probably not that simple."

"What do you mean?" Murong Xuewei asked.

Zhang Jing pondered for a moment: "Butler Lin has served Gu Ye for twenty years, always loyal. If he really wanted to harm Gu Ye, he would have done it long ago, unless..."

“Unless he has ulterior motives,” Consort Ning interjected, “or rather, his master is someone else.”

Just then, a young Taoist priest rushed over: "Doctor Zhang! Someone has delivered a letter!"

Zhang Jing took the letter and saw the words "To Murong Xuewei" written on the envelope. He handed the letter to Murong Xuewei: "It's for you."

Murong Xuewei opened the letter, and the handwriting she saw sent a chill down her spine: "It's Gu Ye's handwriting!"

The letter read: "Xuewei, don't worry. Uncle Lin is not as simple as he seems; his identity is far more complex than anyone imagines. Remember, your safety is the most important thing."

"What does this mean?" Murong Xuewei looked up at Zhang Jing.

A glint of shrewdness flashed in Zhang Jing's eyes: "It seems the General already knew something. Consort Ning, how much do you know about what happened twenty years ago?"

Consort Ning hesitated, "I only know a little. When the late emperor passed away and the new emperor ascended the throne, but actually..."

“Actually what?”

"Actually, the late emperor didn't die suddenly; he was poisoned with a slow-acting poison," Consort Ning said in a low voice. "Even the Empress Dowager doesn't know about this."

Murong Xuewei's heart skipped a beat: "You mean, even the Empress Dowager was kept in the dark?"

"That's not all." Consort Ning stood up, walked to the door to check, and continued only after confirming that no one was around, "The person in charge of investigating this matter back then was an elder from the Taiqing Palace."

"Who is it?" Zhang Jing pressed.

"Sun Daozhen."

Upon hearing this name, Zhang Jing's expression changed drastically: "The Grand Elder of Taiqing Palace? Impossible! He never interferes in court affairs!"

Consort Ning smiled bitterly: "This is the biggest mystery. Sun Daozhen discovered some things, but before he could report them, the entire Taiqing Palace was attacked by a mysterious force, and all the evidence he had collected was burned to ashes. He was the only one who survived, and from then on, he went into seclusion in the Taiqing Palace, never to concern himself with worldly affairs again."

"So Uncle Lin's true identity..." Murong Xuewei seemed to be deep in thought.

“It’s very likely related to this,” Zhang Jing interjected. “No wonder the general said the truth from twenty years ago is key.”

Just as Murong Xuewei was about to speak, a commotion suddenly arose outside. A young Taoist boy rushed in, panicked: "It's terrible! Xiao Wanning has surrounded Taiqing Palace with her troops!"

"What?!" Consort Ning's expression changed drastically. "How dare she!"

Zhang Jing strode to the window to check: "Something's not right. Xiao Wan Ning wouldn't be so reckless. Unless..."

“Unless she knows something,” Murong Xuewei continued, “or rather, she’s forcing someone to reveal themselves!”

Just then, another young Taoist priest ran up: "Your Highness Consort Ning! Master Sun orders you to immediately take your wife and leave through the secret passage!"

"Let us leave?" Consort Ning murmured to herself, "Could it be that the Daoist priest...?"

Before the words were finished, a loud bang suddenly rang out outside, shaking the entire Taiqing Palace.

"Not good!" Zhang Jing's expression changed drastically. "Someone is launching a full-scale attack on the mountain gate!"

Consort Ning pulled Murong Xuewei up, "Let's go! Since the Daoist priest says so, he must have his reasons!"

Just as the three were about to leave, the door to the secret room was suddenly pushed open. A white-haired figure walked in.

"Master!" Consort Ning bowed to Sun Daozhen.

Sun Daozhen waved his hand: "No need for formalities. Time is of the essence, listen to me." He turned to Murong Xuewei, "The truth of what happened twenty years ago is hidden in the imperial tomb."

"Imperial tomb?" Murong Xuewei asked, puzzled. "But..."

“We’ll discuss the specifics on the way.” Sun Daozhen took out a jade pendant from his robes. “Take this to the deepest underground palace of the imperial mausoleum. All the truth lies there.”

"And what about you?" Consort Ning asked worriedly.

Sun Daozhen smiled wryly: "I'm going to meet an old friend."

Another loud explosion followed, seemingly indicating that the mountain gate had been breached. Sun Daozhen pushed the three towards the secret passage: "Hurry! Remember, no matter what happens, don't look back!"

Murong Xuewei followed Consort Ning and Zhang Jing into the secret passage. When she looked back, she saw Sun Daozhen's figure appear particularly desolate in the candlelight.

The secret passage was deep and winding, and the three hurried forward. Suddenly, Consort Ning stopped: "Wait!"

"What's wrong?" Zhang Jing asked.

"I remember now!" Consort Ning exclaimed excitedly, "Twenty years ago, the last clue the Taoist priest found was about the imperial mausoleum! At the time, someone said that the late emperor had secretly visited the imperial mausoleum before his death, and..."

"And what?"

"Moreover, there was someone else with him," Consort Ning took a deep breath, "that person is the current emperor!"

Upon hearing this, both Murong Xuewei and Zhang Jing were stunned.

"You mean..." Murong Xuewei's voice trembled.

“That’s right.” Consort Ning nodded. “The source of all this likely lies back then. Steward Lin took your son away to force certain people to reveal themselves. And these people…”

Before she could finish speaking, footsteps suddenly came from ahead.

Zhang Jing immediately stepped in front of the two, shouting, "Someone's here!"

The footsteps grew closer, and a familiar voice rang out in the darkness:

"lady."

It was Uncle Lin's voice.

Murong Xuewei was shocked: "Where is my child? Where is my child?"

"Young Master is safe," Uncle Lin's voice came from the shadows. "But before worrying about the young master, Madam should worry about herself first."

He slowly stepped into the candlelight, his face bearing an unprecedented heaviness:

"Actually, the real *** is long dead. The person sitting outside now is an imposter."