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"Your Majesty, please have some hot porridge to warm yourself up first." Lan'er walked in carrying a bowl of steaming porridge, her heart aching at the sight of Murong Xuewei's haggard face.

Murong Xuewei shook her head: "I'm not hungry."

"Your Highness, you haven't eaten all day." Lan'er handed her a bowl of porridge, her tone insistent. "There's still a more difficult road ahead; you can't give up."

Murong Xuewei glanced at Gu Ye on the bed, then finally took the bowl of porridge. The porridge was made with ginseng and some goji berries; it warmed her up after drinking it.

"Thanks to you for coming along." Murong Xuewei smiled at Lan'er. "From Jiangnan to the capital, we've been through so much, yet you still chose to stay by my side."

A hint of guilt flashed in Lan'er's eyes: "Your Highness treats me like family, and I have long regarded Your Highness as the most important person in my life."

"You silly girl." Murong Xuewei put down her porridge bowl.

Lan'er lowered her voice, "There's something I'm not sure if I should say."

Murong Xuewei smiled slightly: "Is there anything between us that should or shouldn't be said?"

"Actually, this servant feels that Your Highness shouldn't have let Xiao Wan Ning go back to the underground palace."

Murong Xuewei was taken aback, then smiled. "Xiao Wanning's goal is nothing more than to overthrow the original Taichu and become emperor herself. Her conspiracy was exposed in the underground palace, and she lost all her martial arts skills due to the seal. Moreover, after Jiang Lingyun died, she seemed to have no will to live. Even if she returns to Nanzhao, she won't be able to cause any big waves."

"I hope everything will turn out as Your Majesty wishes."

"Alright, silly girl, go and rest. You've never been to sea before, and you must be feeling unwell after spending the whole day at sea."

Lan'er nodded and looked at Gu Ye lying on the bed, "Your Majesty, you must be tired after a long day, you should rest early."

Lan'er hesitated for a moment, then spoke again, "Your Majesty, there is one more thing."

"Hmm?" Murong Xuewei looked up at Lan'er.

"The Great Qi Kingdom has only just been established, and His Majesty has already taken you far from the capital. This servant is worried that someone might take advantage of the situation to cause trouble," Lan'er said in a low voice. "After all, there are still quite a few dissenting voices in the court."

Murong Xuewei smiled gently: "I had already thought of that." She stood up, walked to the window, and gazed at the dark sea in the distance. "That's why I let Qingyu stay in the capital."

"Young Master?" Lan'er was somewhat surprised.

“Although Qingyu has always been in business, he understands the political situation in the court better than anyone else,” Murong Xuewei said, a glint of wisdom in her eyes. “Moreover, the Murong family’s wealth is enough to keep those restless ministers in check.”

"Your Majesty has indeed considered everything thoroughly." Lan'er breathed a sigh of relief.

Murong Xuewei glanced back at Gu Ye, who was lying unconscious on the bed, and said softly, "The most important thing now is to find the snow lotus in the far north and save him. I believe Qingyu can handle the rest."

"Yes," Lan'er replied, looking at Murong Xuewei's tired face, and said softly, "Your Majesty, it's late, you should rest too."

Murong Xuewei nodded: "You should go and rest too; we still have a long journey ahead tomorrow."

After Lan'er left, Murong Xuewei gently held Gu Ye's hand and whispered in the dim candlelight, "You must hold on."

The waves gently lapped against the hull, splashing water everywhere. Inside the cabin, the candlelight flickered, illuminating Murong Xuewei's resolute profile.

She must find the snow lotus of the far north.

The Royal Palace of Nanzhao, the Palace of the Holy Maiden.

"Useless!" A teacup smashed on the ground, shards flying everywhere. "Can't even kill a person!"

Ning Feng stood in the center of the hall, her bright face contorted with anger. The servants in the hall were trembling with fear and knelt on the ground.

"Holy Maiden, please forgive me," the leader of the men in black said in a trembling voice, "Gu Ye was surrounded by many experts. Before our men could even confirm whether he was truly dead, Murong Xuewei had already taken him away."

"And then?" Ning Feng coldly stared at the man in black kneeling on the ground. "Where is he? Where did he go?"

Cold sweat beaded on the man's forehead: "We...we lost them."

"Lost them?" Ning Feng sneered. "When did the spies of Nanzhao become so incompetent? They couldn't even keep up with a seriously injured person?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, Murong Xuewei is very cautious. She took Gu Ye and hid in various places. Our people lost track of her as soon as they reached the port."

"A port?" Ning Feng's eyes flashed. "They've set sail?"

"Yes, but...but I don't know which direction they went."

Ning Feng walked to the throne and sat down, her jade-like hands gripping the armrests tightly: "So, not only did we fail to kill Gu Ye, we also don't know Murong Xuewei's whereabouts?"

The hall was deathly silent; no one dared to speak.

"Get out of here, all of you!" Ning Feng shouted sternly. "Send the order down to mobilize all our informants and find them! Even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, we must find them!"

"Yes!" The crowd hurriedly withdrew.

Once she was alone in the hall, Ning Feng leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

“Murong Xuewei,” she opened her eyes, a cold glint in them, “you think you can save Gu Ye by running away? There aren’t many things in this world that can save him. I’ll see how long you can hide.”

Outside the palace, the autumn wind howled, blowing down a few withered yellow leaves that swirled and drifted into the palace. Ning Feng watched the falling leaves, a cold smile curling at the corner of her lips.

The palace door was gently pushed open, and Xiao Cui walked in carrying a cup of tea.

"My lady, calm down," Xiao Cui said softly, placing a teacup beside Ning Feng. "If you get sick from anger, wouldn't that just give that bitch Murong Xuewei a reason to be pleased?"

Ning Feng picked up her teacup, took a sip, and said in an icy tone, "You also think our people are incompetent, don't you?"

Xiao Cui whispered, "Master, I have an idea."

"explain."

“Since we’ve temporarily lost track of Gu Ye and Murong Xuewei,” a sly glint in Xiao Cui’s eyes, “why don’t we turn our attention to the capital?”

Ning Feng raised an eyebrow and looked at Xiao Cui: "The capital?"

"Yes." Xiao Cui's lips curled into a cold smile. "Murong Xuewei left with the seriously injured Gu Ye this time, but left her most valued elder brother in the capital."

A glint flashed in Ning Feng's eyes: "Murong Qingyu."

“That’s right,” Xiao Cui continued, “Murong Qingyu is not only Murong Xuewei’s elder brother, but also a pillar of the Great Qi court. Now that Gu Ye is seriously injured abroad, Murong Qingyu is the capital’s last resort.”

Ning Feng stood up and walked to the window: "You mean...?"

“If we can capture Murong Qingyu, we can not only shake the foundations of the Great Qi court,” Xiao Cui lowered her voice, “but also lure Murong Xuewei out.”

Ning Feng turned around, a hint of appreciation flashing in her eyes: "That's a good idea." She walked back to her seat. "Go, call the leader of the spy ring here."

"Yes." Xiao Cui was about to leave.

“Wait,” Ning Feng suddenly spoke, “tell them to be extremely careful. Murong Qingyu is no ordinary businessman; the way he managed to protect the Murong family in these chaotic times is probably no less ruthless than his sister’s.”

"Understood, Your subordinate." Xiao Cui bowed and withdrew.

Ning Feng gazed at the sky outside the palace and muttered to herself, "Murong Xuewei, let's see where you can hide this time."