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

"I wouldn't dare." Ning Feng smiled. "This holy maiden is merely reminding the High Priest that, as the High Priest of a nation, your primary focus should be on praying for blessings. As for other matters..." She gave the emperor, who was slumped on the bed, a meaningful look, "It's best for the High Priest to mind his own business."

The high priest's chest heaved violently, and after a long while he finally said, "Good! Good! Ning Feng, you have guts! I'd like to see how long you can be so arrogant!" After saying that, he turned and left.

Ning Feng watched the High Priest's indignant departure, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. She walked to the Emperor's bedside and leaned down, saying, "Your Majesty, do you think the High Priest might also come to keep you company?"

The emperor's eyes were filled with anger and fear, yet he couldn't move a single finger.

"Oh, right." Ning Feng picked up the apple on the table. "It seems the apple I peeled for you won't be eaten." She chuckled softly. "Then this Holy Maiden won't disturb Your Majesty's rest any longer."

Stepping out of her palace, Ning Feng summoned her guards: "Keep an eye on the High Priest for me. Report any unusual movements he makes immediately."

"Yes." The guard accepted the order and left.

Ning Feng gazed at the rising moonlight and murmured to herself, "High Priest, since you're so ungrateful, don't blame this Holy Maiden for being ruthless."

As night deepened, several high-ranking officials were holding a secret meeting in a secluded room of the High Priest's residence. The dim candlelight illuminated their solemn expressions.

"High Priest, Ning Feng has already seized control of the military. If this continues, the Nanzhao Kingdom may be in for a major upheaval," Zhang Mingyuan, the Minister of Revenue, said in a low voice.

A cold glint flashed in the high priest's eyes: "I saw His Majesty today. His Majesty didn't suffer a stroke at all; it was Ning Feng who poisoned him, leaving him paralyzed. That Ning Feng, she has some nerve!"

"What?" The ministers present gasped in shock.

“Since that’s the case, let’s not waste any more time with her,” Zhao Wuji said in a deep voice. “Perhaps…”

The high priest nodded slowly: "Indeed, this woman is venomous; keeping her in the court is a threat. I have already arranged for men to be deployed at midnight tonight..."

"What does the High Priest mean...?" Zhang Mingyuan asked tentatively.

"Eliminate her!" The high priest's eyes blazed. "Make our move tonight while she's visiting His Majesty. I've already deployed ten shadow guards, all assassins; tonight, we'll send her to meet the King of Hell."

“But…” Vice Minister of Rites Li Cheng hesitated, “what if we fail…”

“It won’t fail.” The high priest sneered. “No matter how powerful Ning Feng is, she can’t withstand ten Gu poison assassins. Besides…” He took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve, “This is a special gift I prepared for her.”

"This is......"

"The 'Heart-Eating Gu' of Southern Xinjiang." A ruthless glint flashed in the High Priest's eyes. "Those afflicted will lose their minds, suffer unbearable pain, and find life worse than death."

Zhao Wuji nodded: "Alright! Then I'll lead men to wait outside the palace tonight."

“No,” the high priest waved his hand. “You all stay in the palace to avoid alerting them. After tonight, it will be as if this never happened.”

Everyone responded in unison.

“Oh, right,” the High Priest added, “once Ning Feng is executed, you must immediately request the Third Prince to take charge of the court. Remember, be quick!”

Just as everyone was plotting, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door. Everyone immediately fell silent.

A servant hurried in: "High Priest, the head guard of the Holy Maiden is leading men loitering outside the mansion..."

A glint of light flashed in the high priest's eyes: "No problem, let them investigate. After tonight, these lackeys won't survive either."

"Yes."

"Gentlemen," the high priest said, looking around, "it's getting late, you may all leave. Remember, nothing happened tonight."

The group rose to take their leave. Watching them depart, the High Priest muttered to himself, "Ning Feng, Ning Feng, since you dared to lay a hand on His Majesty, don't blame me for being ruthless..."

He picked up the porcelain vase on the table and examined it carefully in the candlelight, a cold smile playing on his lips. Little did he know, on the roof of the mansion, a dark figure was silently disappearing into the night.

The palace lanterns flickered dimly as Ning Feng sat in the imperial study processing memorials. Suddenly, a man in black appeared silently by the window.

"Reporting to the Holy Maiden, in the High Priest's residence..." The man in black recounted the information he had gathered.

Ning Feng paused, her vermilion brush still in her hand, and sneered, "The old fox finally couldn't hold back anymore?"

"I have already arranged for men to closely monitor the High Priest's residence. Should we...?"

“No need,” Ning Feng put down her vermilion brush. “Let them come.”

The man in black hesitated, "But what about those assassins..."

"Death squads?" Ning Feng rose and walked to the window, gazing at the distant moonlight. "He thinks he can kill this Holy Maiden with a few poison-wielding assassins?" She turned to the man in black. "Go tell Minister Du to move the Imperial Guards out tonight."

"This..." the man in black exclaimed in shock, "Holy Maiden, this is too dangerous!"

Ning Feng scoffed, "If I, the Holy Maiden, didn't even have this much confidence, how could I be worthy of being the Holy Maiden of Nanzhao?" She paused, then continued, "Go, proceed according to plan."

"Yes." The man in black turned and disappeared into the night.

Ning Feng picked up the teacup on the table and took a small sip. "Old man, didn't you want to kill me? Well, I'll give you that chance." A cold glint flashed in her eyes. "Let's see if your poison is more potent, or if my methods are more skillful..."

As midnight approached, the palace remained silent. Ning Feng continued to sit in the imperial study, reviewing memorials, seemingly unconcerned about the assassination attempt.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew by, causing the candlelight to flicker. Ning Feng raised her head, a cold smile playing on her lips: "They've arrived."

Ten dark figures silently appeared in the room, surrounding Ning Feng. The leader of the assassins held a gleaming short blade, the tip of which faintly glowed purple.

"Holy Maiden, I apologize," the assassin said in a hoarse voice.

Ning Feng put down her vermilion brush and leisurely rose: "Is this all the High Priest is capable of? Sending assassins to their deaths?"

“Holy Maiden, you are mistaken,” the assassin said coldly. “Today, you are certain to die!”

Before he finished speaking, ten assassins attacked simultaneously, their blades flashing as they aimed straight for Ning Feng's vitals.

However, Ning Feng seemed to have been prepared, her figure nimbly weaving among the assassins, each movement perfectly avoiding fatal attacks. Even more strangely, any assassin whose sleeve brushed against her would suddenly stiffen, then collapse to the ground.

In a short while, all ten assassins fell to the ground, motionless.

Ning Feng straightened her clothes, looked at the assassins on the ground and sneered, "High Priest, do you think you can kill this Holy Maiden with these people? You underestimate the Holy Maiden's status."

Just then, a chilling voice came from outside the door: "As expected of the Holy Maiden, truly formidable."

Ning Feng turned around and saw the High Priest standing at the door.