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

"After arriving in the capital," Murong Xuewei leaned against him, her voice softening, "I deliberately stole Xiao Wanning's business, also hoping to find an opportunity to bring her down."

“I know,” Gu Ye chuckled, “You really don’t trust me that much.”

"Later we discovered there was something wrong with that manor," Murong Xuewei frowned, "If we hadn't found out she was manufacturing weapons, I might have..."

"Still want to ignore me?" Gu Ye pinched her cheek.

Murong Xuewei slapped his hand away: "You're so smug now. But that time at the border you were drugged, and you still..."

“That time,” Gu Ye’s voice suddenly lowered, “even though I was disoriented, I knew very well that it was you.”

"Don't even mention it," Murong Xuewei blushed, "Back then..."

"What was it then?" Gu Ye pressed.

“Only then did I realize,” Murong Xuewei said softly, “that without me even noticing, you had already…” She paused, “Never mind, let’s not talk about this.”

"After you've finished speaking," Gu Ye said, looking at her intently.

Murong Xuewei looked up and met his gaze: "Without realizing it, you've already occupied such an important place in my heart. Although I've always been unwilling to admit it."

“Me too,” Gu Ye tightened his arms around him, “all my original plans changed after I met you.”

At this moment, Xiao Yan smacked her lips in her sleep, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

“Zhang Jing has agreed to go to the border,” Gu Ye said in a low voice. “He’ll leave tomorrow morning.”

"He actually agreed?" Murong Xuewei asked in surprise. "What price did you pay?"

Gu Ye smiled wryly: "I owe him two favors."

"Gu Ye," Murong Xuewei suddenly said seriously, "Do you really trust Zhang Jing that much?"

Gu Ye's expression hardened: "What do you mean by this?"

“It’s nothing,” Murong Xuewei shook her head, “It’s just… I have a feeling this matter isn’t so simple. Nanzhao suddenly appearing in this way…”

"You suspect him?"

“I’m just worried,” Murong Xuewei looked out the window, “that there are still countless spies from Nanzhao in the capital.”

Gu Ye was silent for a moment before saying, "I know what you're worried about. But right now, we have no other choice."

The warm candlelight illuminated their intertwined figures. The hazy moonlight outside the window seemed to freeze this tender moment forever. But they both knew that such peaceful times would likely not last much longer.

The border town was shrouded in a thin mist in the early morning. There were few pedestrians on the streets, and occasionally a few young men could be seen hurrying by, carrying medicine boxes on their backs.

Zhang Jing stood under the tea stall, expressionlessly drinking a bowl of coarse tea. He had deliberately changed into the clothes of an ordinary young master, with an old medicine box hanging from his waist, making him look no different from an ordinary doctor.

"Young master," the teahouse owner said, rubbing his hands as he approached, "you must be from out of town?"

Zhang Jing didn't even look up: "Mm."

"Then you'd better be careful," the shopkeeper said in a low voice, "recently in the city..."

“I know.” Zhang Jing put down his teacup, tossed down a copper coin, and turned to leave.

He walked slowly along the alley, seemingly nonchalant, but in fact he was paying close attention to the conversations of passersby.

"I heard several more people have died in the West Market..."

"That's right, everyone says it started at the docks..."

Zhang Jing's eyes flashed, and he was about to turn to the West Market when he suddenly heard a series of hurried footsteps coming from ahead.

"stop!"

"Don't let her get away!"

A white figure flashed past the alley entrance, followed by several men in black. Zhang Jing frowned and turned to avoid it, but then heard a cry of surprise.

"Help!"

The white figure had already pounced on him from behind, grabbing his sleeve. Zhang Jing was startled and looked down to see a young woman with a panicked expression.

"Young master, please save me..." the girl's voice trembled, tears welling in her eyes.

“It’s none of my business,” Zhang Jing said coldly, about to shake her off.

"Halt!" Several men in black had already surrounded them. "Hand over the person!"

Zhang Jing frowned deeply: "I said, it's none of my business."

"This is none of your business, so get lost." The man in black squinted at Zhang Jing.

Zhang Jing, not wanting to get involved, was about to leave when the girl grabbed his clothes tightly.

"Young master, don't go! They'll kill me!" Two tear streaks rolled down the little girl's dark face.

"What does this have to do with me?" Zhang Jing frowned unhappily, trying to pull his clothes back, but the little girl gripped them even tighter.

"Are you coming or not?" the leader of the men in black sneered. "If you're not coming, don't blame my knife for being merciless." With that, he drew the knife at his waist.

Zhang Jing sighed softly, "Why bother?"

"Young master, be careful!" the girl behind him exclaimed.

The blade flashed, but Zhang Jing didn't even glance at it. He simply raised his hand and launched several silver needles.

"Ah!" The man in black clutched his wrist as his knife clattered to the ground. Before the others could react, several more flashes of cold light appeared, and they all collapsed to the ground, clutching their hands and feet.

"You..." The leader of the men in black looked at Zhang Jing in terror, "Who exactly are you?"

Zhang Jing straightened his sleeves. "A young master." He turned to look at the girl behind him. "Now, can we let loose?"

The girl didn't let go; instead, she opened her eyes wide and looked at him: "Young Master Zhang?"

Zhang Jing was taken aback.

"It really is you!" The girl smiled through her tears. "I knew you looked familiar. Don't you remember me? I'm Murong Xueyao!"

Zhang Jing's expression changed slightly. Of course he remembered Murong Xueyao, the little girl who always pestered him with questions in the Imperial Hospital. But...

"How did you get here?" he asked in a deep voice.

Murong Xueyao's smile vanished instantly: "I...I came with Brother Yuxuan." She bit her lip, "But a few days ago suddenly..."

"Shut up!" the man in black on the ground suddenly shouted. "Don't speak!"

Zhang Jing narrowed his eyes, and with a flash of silver needles in his hand, the man immediately let out a scream and fainted.

“Come on,” he said, pulling Murong Xueyao up. “This isn’t the place to talk.”

"But..."

"If you want to live, come with me." Zhang Jing said coldly.

Murong Xueyao glanced at the man in black on the ground, nodded, and quickly left with Zhang Jing.

The alley returned to silence, broken only by the groans of a few men in black on the ground. More footsteps approached from afar, suggesting reinforcements were on their way.

After many twists and turns, Zhang Jing led Murong Xueyao to a secluded inn.

“Speak,” he gestured for Murong Xueyao to sit down, “what exactly happened?”

Murong Xueyao looked around, lowering her voice, "Young Master Zhang, this...this isn't the plague." Her voice trembled slightly, "I saw them with my own eyes..."

"What do you see?"

"I saw them poisoning the well!"

Zhang Jing's eyes darkened. He finally understood why Gu Ye had insisted on sending him to the border. This wasn't some plague; it was clearly a meticulously planned conspiracy.

"Where is Murong Yuxuan?" he asked.

Murong Xueyao's eyes reddened: "Brother Yuxuan...he..."

Before he could finish speaking, a commotion suddenly erupted outside. Zhang Jing strode to the window and saw a large number of soldiers searching house to house.

Zhang Jing frowned. "Come with me." He pulled Murong Xueyao up and opened the back window.

"Young Master Zhang..."

"Don't speak," Zhang Jing's voice was unusually calm. "Remember, from now on, you are my patient, here to treat me. Understand?"

Murong Xueyao nodded and followed Zhang Jing out the back window. She knew that from this moment on, her fate was inextricably linked with that of this seemingly aloof young master.