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

"So, where exactly is it?" The Nanzhao man had lost all patience.

Murong Xuewei stood before the dilapidated temple, gazing at the setting sun. At this moment, she was unusually clear-headed.

From the moment she led the Nanzhao people away from the Murong residence, she knew she probably wouldn't be able to go back.

But as long as it buys the guards enough time to rescue their families, this life is worth it.

“West of the city.” Murong Xuewei suddenly spoke, her voice unusually calm.

"Oh?" The Nanzhao man raised an eyebrow. "Why did you suddenly remember?"

Murong Xuewei turned and looked directly into the eyes of the Nanzhao man. "If you don't believe me, you can kill me. But in that case, you'll probably never find the treasure map in your lifetime."

The Nanzhao man squinted, scrutinizing her. After a moment, he sneered, "Lead the way."

The group headed west of the city. The setting sun cast long shadows of them, and Murong Xuewei could feel Xiao Cui's worried gaze behind her.

"Your Majesty..." Xiao Cui called softly.

"Don't be afraid," Murong Xuewei whispered. "Remember what I said."

Suddenly, she stumbled. The Nanzhao man immediately shouted, "What are you muttering about!"

Murong Xuewei steadied herself, her expression remaining calm: "We'll arrive in another fifteen minutes."

"You'd better not try anything funny," the Nanzhao man threatened, "or else..."

"Otherwise, you can kill me." Murong Xuewei calmly finished his sentence. "How many times have you said that?"

The Nanzhao man was speechless for a moment, a flash of annoyance crossing his face. Murong Xuewei, however, continued walking forward, seemingly completely unconcerned about the swords and blades behind her.

The sun gradually sank below the horizon, and dusk settled. Murong Xuewei stopped in front of a dilapidated mansion.

"Is this the place?" the Nanzhao man asked.

Murong Xuewei nodded: "In the cellar in the front yard."

The Nanzhao warriors swarmed forward and quickly found the entrance to the cellar.

Murong Xuewei stood to the side, her gaze secretly drifting towards the distant horizon. She needed to stall a little longer...

"There's nothing there!" came the furious voice of the Nanzhao people.

Murong Xuewei remained calm: "Of course there's nothing there."

"You!" The Nanzhao man strode forward and grabbed her collar.

Murong Xuewei laughed: "Do you think I'd lead you to find the real treasure map?"

"You're courting death!" The Nanzhao man drew his longsword.

“Killing me wouldn’t matter.” Murong Xuewei looked directly into his eyes, her gaze clear. “Anyway, I’ve kept you occupied long enough.”

The Nanzhao man's expression changed drastically, and he threw Murong Xuewei to the ground: "Guards! Return to the city immediately!"

Taking advantage of the moment she fell, Murong Xuewei grabbed Xiao Cui's hand and quickly stuffed a purse into her hand: "Run! Don't look back!"

Xiao Cui gripped Murong Xuewei's sleeve tightly: "Your Majesty..."

“Listen to me,” Murong Xuewei said in a low but firm voice, “Remember the path I taught you, keep heading east.”

The Nanzhao people were still shouting orders, and the assassins were in complete disarray. Taking advantage of this brief moment of chaos, Murong Xuewei suddenly shoved Xiao Cui aside: "Run!"

Xiao Cui turned away with tears in her eyes and disappeared into the twilight.

Murong Xuewei slowly stood up from the ground, a relieved smile on her lips. She took out a silver needle from her sleeve and held it in her palm. Since she was going to die anyway, she might as well take a few people down with her.

"Stop her!" The Nanzhao man roared, clearly having discovered Xiao Cui's escape.

"Want to capture her? Murong Xuewei sneered. "You'll have to get past me first."

As she spoke, she suddenly leaped forward, and the cold light of silver needles flashed. Before the nearest assassin could react, his throat had been pierced by a vital acupoint, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"You're courting death!" The Nanzhao man raised his sword and stabbed.

Murong Xuewei neither dodged nor evaded, using the opponent's force to deliver another needle strike. She knew she couldn't defeat so many people, but as long as she could stall for a little longer and kill a few more, that would be enough.

The sword slashed through her sleeve, and blood dripped down her arm.

She seemed oblivious, continuing her fearless counterattack.

At that moment, memories of her past life flashed through her mind. In this life, she had finally succeeded; she had protected her family.

"Murong Xuewei, do you really think your petty skills can protect your family?" The Nanzhao man grinned maliciously, his long sword flashing coldly as he thrust forward.

Murong Xuewei raised her eyes, her gaze filled with unwavering resolve: "Whether I can protect you or not depends on my ability. I'm willing to risk my life to ensure you don't leave alive!"

The Nanzhao man's expression changed drastically. He slammed Murong Xuewei to the ground with such force that she almost groaned. "Guards! Return to the city immediately!"

As Murong Xuewei fell, she caught a glimpse of Xiao Cui's panicked expression out of the corner of her eye.

Despite the excruciating pain in her shoulder, she shouted at Xiao Cui, "Run! Don't look back!"

The purse contained a map. At that moment, Murong Xuewei felt a surge of relief—she hoped she hadn't misjudged Xiao Cui.

"Your Majesty, you..." Xiao Cui clutched the purse given to her by Murong Xuewei tightly, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at Murong Xuewei.

"Quickly," Murong Xuewei said loudly and firmly, her eyes filled with the concern of an elder sister, "Remember the path I taught you."

The Nanzhao people were still shouting orders, and the assassins were in complete chaos.

Xiao Cui turned away with tears in her eyes and disappeared into the twilight. Only after that petite figure was completely out of sight did Murong Xuewei slowly stand up from the ground, a relieved smile on her lips. She took out a silver needle from her sleeve and held it in her palm. This was a highly poisonous silver needle that Zhang Jing had specially prepared for her, meant to kill instantly.

Since she was going to die anyway, she might as well take a few people down with her. Besides, she needed to buy more time for Xiao Cui.

"Stop her!" the Nanzhao man roared, clearly having noticed Xiao Cui's escape. "That girl has a map on her!"

"Want to capture her?" Murong Xuewei sneered, her eyes suddenly turning sharp. "You'll have to get past me first."

As she spoke, she suddenly leaped into the air, her movements as light as a swallow. The silver needle flashed coldly in the twilight. The nearest assassin, before he could react, had his throat pierced by a vital point and collapsed to the ground. The poison took effect; the man didn't even have time to scream.

"You're courting death!" The Nanzhao man raised his sword and thrust, the blade sharp and fierce.

Murong Xuewei neither dodged nor evaded, but instead stepped forward to meet the sword's edge. Using the opponent's force, she struck again with a needle. A metallic taste rose in her throat, but she forced it down. She knew she couldn't defeat so many people, but as long as she could stall for a little longer and kill a few more, that would be enough.

The sword ripped through her sleeve, and blood dripped down her arm. She seemed oblivious, continuing her fearless counterattack.

At this moment, memories of her past life flashed through her mind—her parents died tragically, her family was destroyed, and everything turned to ashes.

"Murong Xuewei, do you really think your paltry skills can protect her?" The Nanzhao man grinned maliciously, his long sword flashing coldly as he thrust forward. "Once we capture that girl, all your sacrifices will have been in vain!"

Murong Xuewei raised her eyes, her gaze resolute yet tinged with a confident smile: "Are you so sure she took the treasure map?"

Her words made the Nanzhao man pause. In that instant of hesitation, Murong Xuewei's last silver needle pierced the air, aimed straight for his throat.