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

Lin Xiuzhu hurried to the bedside, took Gu Ye's pulse, and then said with a grave expression, "Before my master passed away, he left behind a thousand-year-old ginseng, saying it was for unforeseen circumstances. Although it cannot cure the poison, it can keep His Majesty alive."

Murong Qingyu pressed further, "And then?"

"We can only ask Her Majesty the Empress to make another trip to Medicine King Valley to find Master," Lin Xiuzhu said, taking out a ginseng root. "This Heartbreak Powder is extremely potent; even Master can only concoct an antidote in Medicine King Valley."

Murong Xuewei gripped her skirt tightly, gritting her teeth as she said, "Fine, I'll set off right now."

"Wait!" Lin Xiuzhu hurriedly said, "After this ginseng is decocted, His Majesty's condition needs to be monitored constantly, and the dosage adjusted accordingly. I will volunteer to stay and look after him."

"Xuewei," Murong Qingyu took her sister's hand, "let Lan'er go with you."

Murong Xuewei looked at Gu Ye, who was unconscious on the bed, and tears welled up in her eyes again. "Gu Ye, you must hold on... wait for me to come back."

As night deepened, the candlelight flickered in the palace. Lin Xiuzhu was brewing medicine, occasionally glancing up at the emperor, whose face was purple on the bed, and then at the empress kneeling beside the bed, unwilling to leave, and sighed softly.

Life and death hang in the balance; this is the moment to strike.

The night wind howled outside the palace, causing the candlelight to flicker. Lin Xiuzhu carefully handed the freshly brewed ginseng soup to Murong Xuewei, saying, "Your Majesty, please allow His Majesty to drink it."

Murong Xuewei took the medicine bowl and gently lifted Gu Ye's head. Gu Ye was still coughing up blood, and his face was turning increasingly bluish-purple.

"Gu Ye, drink your medicine." Murong Xuewei trembled as she fed Gu Ye the medicine little by little.

Lin Xiuzhu stood guard nearby, closely observing Gu Ye's reaction. After a moment, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, "The ginseng's effects have taken hold; His Majesty's pulse has stabilized somewhat."

"Xuewei, I'll go to Medicine King Valley with you." Murong Qingyu felt heartbroken looking at her sister's haggard appearance.

Murong Xuewei shook her head, "Big brother, I can't let you take the risk. This trip to Medicine King Valley is extremely dangerous, and besides..." She looked at Gu Ye on the bed, then thought of Xiao Yan'er sleeping soundly, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Little Yan'er..."

"Big brother, I beg you to take good care of Xiao Yan'er." Murong Xuewei held Murong Qingyu's hand, her voice choked with emotion, "He's still so young... If Gu Ye and I..."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Murong Qingyu interrupted her sister. "You will definitely come back safely. I promise you, I will take good care of Xiaoyan."

Lan'er rushed over at that moment, "Princess, the carriage is ready."

Murong Xuewei wiped away her tears and looked at Lin Xiuzhu, "The head maidservant by the princess's side knows how to take care of Xiaoyan'er. If you need anything... go to her."

Lin Xiuzhu knelt down, "Your Majesty, please rest assured, I will take good care of His Majesty. However, the medicinal power of this thousand-year-old ginseng is limited, so please, Your Majesty, act quickly."

Murong Xuewei took a deep breath, leaned down and kissed Gu Ye's forehead, then whispered in his ear, "Gu Ye, wait for me to come back. Xiao Yan'er is still waiting for us to visit him..."

As she turned, she said to Murong Qingyu, "Brother, if I don't return within three days, take Xiaoyan'er and leave the capital for our old house in Jiangnan."

Murong Qingyu was about to say something when Murong Xuewei interrupted her: "Promise me."

"I promise you," Murong Qingyu finally nodded, "but you must come back safely."

"Your Majesty, it's getting late," Lan'er gently reminded her.

Murong Xuewei glanced one last time in the direction of Xiaoyan'er's palace, then strode out of the hall. The night wind lifted her robes, and in the moonlight, her silhouette appeared resolute and determined.

Murong Xuewei set off again, taking only Lan'er and Lin Zhu with her, along with a team of guards to protect them in secret.

Liuli originally wanted to come along, but Murong Xuewei was afraid that the people of Nanzhao might have a backup plan that could harm Xiaoyan'er, so she left Liuli in the palace.

Gu Ye lay pale-faced in the carriage, while Murong Xuewei looked at him with concern.

Lin Xiuzhu brought in the second ginseng soup and noticed that Gu Ye's breathing had become rapid.

"Oh no!" he exclaimed. "The poison of the 'Heartbreak Powder' is even stronger than expected. Coupled with the Emperor's previous injuries, the thousand-year-old ginseng might be..."

Murong Xuewei's expression changed. "How long can they hold out?"

Lin Xiuzhu gritted his teeth and said, "At most... three days."

Murong Xuewei's face turned cold, and she ordered outside, "Travel to Medicine King Valley tonight."

In the darkness, a carriage sped away, its wheels kicking up dust that hadn't yet settled, when another group of men in black silently followed...

Inside the car, Murong Xuewei held Gu Ye's hands tightly, her eyes filled with worry.

"Your Highness," Lan'er said softly, noticing Murong Xuewei's pale face, "let's rest at the inn ahead."

“No need,” Murong Xuewei shook her head. “Every second counts, we can’t afford to waste any time.” With that, she lifted the carriage curtain and called out to the driver outside, “Faster!”

The coachman cracked his whip, and the carriage sped up even more. Amidst the jolting, Lan'er looked at Murong Xuewei's tightly pursed lips, hesitant to speak.

"Lan'er, what do you want to say?" Murong Xuewei noticed her expression.

“Your Majesty,” Lan’er hesitated for a moment before speaking, “I have a feeling that something is amiss with this whole affair. Why would Imperial Physician Song suddenly betray us? Who is behind him?”

A cold glint flashed in Murong Xuewei's eyes. "Whoever it is, I will find out the truth this time."

Suddenly, the carriage jolted violently and then came to a stop.

"What's going on?" Murong Xuewei lifted the carriage curtain.

The coachman turned around and said, "Your Majesty, there's a large tree that's fallen and blocking our way."

Lan'er's expression changed. "Your Majesty, I'm afraid..."

"There's an ambush," Murong Xuewei said coldly. "It seems someone doesn't want us to reach Medicine King Valley."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a dozen men in black suddenly sprang out from the surrounding woods and surrounded the carriage.

"Protect Her Majesty the Empress!" The shadow guards in the shadows instantly appeared and engaged in a fierce battle with the man in black.

Murong Xuewei leaped from the carriage, coldly eyeing the man in black before her. "Today, no one will stop me from going to Medicine King Valley!"

Lan'er followed closely behind, drawing her longsword. "Your Majesty, I'll come to your aid."

Under the moonlight, swords clashed and shadows flashed. Murong Xuewei fought her enemies while secretly growing anxious. Every moment of delay increased the danger to Gu Ye.

"Your Majesty, be careful!" Lan'er suddenly shouted.

An arrow flew through the air, aimed directly at Murong Xuewei's back. In the nick of time, Murong Xuewei dodged to the side, only to see that the arrow was gleaming with an eerie blue light.

"A poisoned arrow..." Murong Xuewei narrowed her eyes. "It seems tonight's guest was specially prepared for me."

A man in black leaped down from a tree, his voice chilling, "Your Majesty, you are quite skilled. It's a pity you won't reach Medicine King Valley tonight."

"Is that so?" Murong Xuewei's lips curled into a cold smile. "Then let's see whether your arrow is faster or my sword is faster!"

"Pfft!" Murong Xuewei's sword sheath flew out, striking the black-clad man who had spoken. He let out a muffled groan and fell straight to the ground.

"I said, no one can stop me from going to Medicine King Valley today!" Murong Xuewei's voice was icy, and the silver needles in her hand gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

Upon seeing that their leader was dead, the other men in black involuntarily took a few steps back.

"What? Now you're scared?" Murong Xuewei approached step by step. "Since you're here, then stay!"