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

In the damp and cold backyard, the Murong family members were imprisoned in a dilapidated side room.

The guards, holding torches, surrounded the entire courtyard. The rotting wood smelled musty, and a few rats scurried around in the corners.

"It's all my fault..." Old Master Murong leaned against the wall, his voice trembling. "If it weren't for my incompetence as a father, how could you have fallen into such a dangerous situation... If I had known this would happen, I should have listened to your mother and settled the whole family in Yuncheng."

"Father!" Murong Xuewei knelt before Master Murong, tears welling in her eyes. "It's not your fault. It's all my fault. I didn't expect Jiang Lingyun to be so heartless. Please don't blame yourself. Seeing you like this breaks my heart."

Madam Murong held her daughter's hand, sobbing uncontrollably, "Xuewei, it's all my fault. I've dragged you down with me."

“Mother…” Murong Xuewei gently wiped away her mother’s tears, her voice choked with emotion, “Please don’t say that. It’s no use saying this now. Don’t worry, your daughter will definitely find a way to get everyone away from here.”

Liuli and Xiaocui stood guard by the door, vigilantly watching the movements outside. Liuli whispered, "Young Miss, there are at least twenty guards outside. We..."

"Shh." Murong Xuewei made a shushing gesture, turned to look at Murong Qingyu in the corner, and her heart tightened.

"Big brother!" She hurried over and knelt down to check his injuries. Murong Qingyu's clothes were soaked in blood, his face was ashen, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"I'm fine..." Murong Qingyu forced a smile, but it aggravated his wounds, causing him to cough violently again. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, staining his clothes red.

"Brother, don't talk, let me see." Murong Xuewei carefully tore open his sleeve. Shocking wounds covered his arm, and in some places, the white bone was even visible. Blood was still seeping from the marks left by the iron clamps.

"These beasts!" A murderous glint flashed in Murong Xuewei's eyes, her nails digging deeply into her palms. She tore off a piece of her skirt and gently bandaged Murong Qingyu's wounds.

"Miss, let me do it." Xiao Cui came over with some water and helped clean the wound.

“Xuewei…” Murong Qingyu suddenly grabbed her hand, her voice weak but urgent, “Who do you think is behind Jiang Lingyun? Why is he so fearless? He doesn’t even put the Emperor’s name in his eyes…”

"Big brother..."

"Could it be..." Murong Qingyu started coughing violently halfway through her sentence, curling up into a ball.

"Young Master!" Liuli exclaimed in surprise and quickly stepped forward to help him up.

Madam Murong staggered over, crying out, "Qingyu, my son..." She looked at her son's wounds and tears streamed down her face.

Murong Xuewei tucked her elder brother's clothes into his sleeve, her voice firm: "Brother, don't speak anymore, focus on healing. I promise you, I will find out the truth and give you justice." She turned to her parents, "And Father, Mother, as long as I live, I will never let anyone hurt you."

As night deepened, only a few dim candlelight remained in the room. The sounds of guards conversing drifted in from outside the window, occasionally punctuated by the crisp clash of swords. Murong Xuewei gazed at the moonlight outside the window, her mind filled with a myriad of thoughts.

Gu Ye...where are you...?

"Young Miss, you should rest for a while too." Liuli looked at her with concern.

Murong Xuewei shook her head: "You guys go to sleep first, I'll stay here." Her gaze fell on the unconscious Murong Qingyu, then looked at her parents curled up in the corner, a resolute glint in her eyes.

It was late at night, and the room was completely silent, with only a few suppressed sobs coming from the corner.

Liuli looked in the direction of the sound and saw Xiaocui huddled in the corner, her shoulders trembling slightly. She tiptoed over, afraid of waking the others.

"Xiao Cui, what's wrong?" Liu Li asked softly, reaching out to wipe away the tears on her face.

“Sister Liuli…” Xiao Cui raised her head, her eyes red and swollen, “Are we… going to die here?” Her voice trembled, “I saw how badly the eldest young master was injured, and Jiang Lingyun is so cruel…”

"Silly girl, what nonsense are you talking about?" Liuli put her arm around her shoulder, her eyes also reddening. "The young lady is so capable, she'll definitely find a way."

"But..." Xiao Cui buried her face in her hands, "I'm scared... I'm really scared..."

"What are you two talking about?" Murong Xuewei's voice suddenly rang out.

Liuli and Xiaocui were startled and quickly turned around. They saw that Murong Xuewei was already standing behind them, the moonlight shining through the window lattice and illuminating her face, making it impossible to see her expression.

"Young Miss..." Liuli hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

Murong Xuewei sat down beside them and said softly, "It's normal to be afraid. If you can't even feel fear, then you're truly foolish."

"Young Miss..." Xiao Cui sobbed, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so weak..."

“There’s nothing to apologize for.” Murong Xuewei patted her hand. “It’s already very brave of you to stay with us.”

Liuli clenched her fists: "Young Miss, what should we do next? Jiang Lingyun said... said we should wait for the Emperor to arrive..."

“Gu Ye won’t fall for a trap so easily.” A cold glint flashed in Murong Xuewei’s eyes. “But the people behind Jiang Lingyun are clearly not simple. Their confidence must mean…” She suddenly stopped, her gaze falling on the guards outside the window.

"Young Miss?" Liuli looked at her in confusion.

Murong Xuewei shook her head: "Let's not talk about that now. You two must be tired, go and rest. Tomorrow... might be a tough day."

"And what about you, Miss?"

"I'll stay a little longer." Murong Xuewei looked at her sleeping family members. "You can sleep soundly, I'm here."

Liuli wanted to say something, but Murong Xuewei gently pushed her away. She had no choice but to pull Xiaocui back to the corner.

Late at night, Gu Ye was reviewing memorials in his study. Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

"Your Majesty!" The shadow guard knelt on one knee. "A letter has arrived from Jiangnan."

Gu Ye took the letter, unfolded it, and his face immediately turned ashen. He abruptly stood up, scattering the memorials on the table all over the floor.

"Summon the Imperial Guards and set off for Jiangnan immediately!" Gu Ye's voice was filled with icy killing intent.

"Your Majesty, matters of state..." the minister hesitated, as if he wanted to speak but then stopped.

"Issue the order for the Prime Minister to oversee the state." Gu Ye strode out. "Issue an edict to the Ministry of War to dispatch 30,000 elite troops south immediately. Anyone who dares to obstruct..." He turned, his eyes sharp as knives, "Kill them all!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The crowd knelt down.

The sound of horses' hooves echoed through the night sky as Gu Ye led his elite cavalry out of the imperial city. He gripped the reins tightly, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

"Xuewei, wait for me." He looked south, gritting his teeth, "Jiang Lingyun, if you dare to harm her even a little, I will make you wish you were dead!"