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

Gu Ye nodded and picked up Murong Xuewei again: "Let's go, southeast. There's an abandoned post station there where we can rest for a while."

"How did you know?" Lan'er asked in surprise.

“I’ve been here before,” Gu Ye replied briefly, his gaze never leaving Murong Xuewei’s face. “Xuewei, hang in there a little longer…”

In the wind and snow, the four figures gradually disappeared into the distance. Unseen by them, a woman in magnificent robes stood atop the mountain, coldly observing everything.

"Gu Ye, this time I want to see how you save her," Ning Feng said softly, a ruthless glint in her eyes.

As the snowstorm subsided, Gu Ye and the others finally arrived at the abandoned post station before nightfall. Zhang Jing checked the area to make sure there were no ambushes before they entered the post station.

"Put her here." Zhang Jing pointed to a relatively clean wooden couch in the corner. Gu Ye carefully put Murong Xuewei down and then took off his outer robe to cover her.

“These guards of the Holy Maiden of Nanzhao are suspicious,” Zhang Jing said while taking Murong Xuewei’s pulse. “We have never had any contact with the Holy Maiden of Nanzhao. How could she be so relentless in her pursuit of us, let alone chase us all the way to this far north?”

Gu Ye's eyes darkened. "It seems there's been an internal upheaval in Nanzhao." He looked at Lan'er, "You've been to Nanzhao before, do you know anything about it?"

Lan'er shook her head: "I've been away from Nanzhao for quite some time now. Before I left, I only heard that the Holy Maiden and the Crown Prince had a close relationship." She hesitated for a moment, "Could these people have been sent by the Crown Prince?"

Gu Ye pondered for a moment, "The Crown Prince of Nanzhao? Although we have conflicts with Nanzhao, we have had very little contact with the Crown Prince. He shouldn't have come all the way to this far north just to hunt us down."

"Then who exactly is it?" Zhang Jing looked at Gu Ye with suspicion. "Does His Majesty have anyone he suspects?"

"I'm afraid this matter is inextricably linked to Xiao Wanning," Gu Ye coldly uttered a name.

Zhang Jing frowned: "Her? When did she go to Nanzhao?"

"When Jiangnan returned to the capital, I knew she was secretly colluding with the people of Nanzhao. I suppose she's made some kind of deal with the Holy Maiden of Nanzhao again this time."

Gu Ye held Murong Xuewei tightly, gently touching the top of her head with his chin, and then tightened his robe.

"If I had known this would happen, I should have killed her back in the dungeon." A ruthless glint flashed in Zhang Jingdian's eyes.

"What do we do now?" Lan'er asked worriedly. "Her Majesty's condition is very bad; we can't stay here any longer."

Zhang Jing stood up and took out a signal flare from his pocket: "I'll send a signal to notify the sentries on the Daqi side right now, but in this weather, even if they receive the signal, it will take them some time to get here."

Gu Ye pondered for a moment: "Let's send a signal. We have no choice but to take a gamble."

Zhang Jing nodded and walked outside. The silvery-white signal drew an arc in the night sky, disappearing in an instant.

"The next few hours will be the most dangerous." Gu Ye said, then suddenly coughed, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Lan'er quickly stepped forward: "Your Majesty, your injury..."

"I'm fine." Gu Ye waved his hand. "You all go and rest, I'll keep watch."

Zhang Jing glanced at him: "You should rest too. Let me keep watch." Seeing that Gu Ye was about to say something, he added, "If anything happens, I'll call you immediately."

Gu Ye nodded. He held Murong Xuewei's hand and whispered, "Xuewei, you must hold on..."

As night deepened, the wind and snow began to rise again.

A cold wind howled as dusk settled. The weathered wooden door of the inn creaked in the wind, and the only light inside came from a nearly burnt-out oil lamp in the corner. In the pale light, Murong Xuewei's face appeared even paler.

Zhang Jing stood by the door, gazing at the swirling snow outside. The wind and snow of the far north always carried a biting chill, as if freezing one's blood. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed—several dark figures flashed across the distant mountain peaks.

"There's some noise," Zhang Jing said in a low voice.

Gu Ye immediately opened his eyes; he hadn't truly fallen asleep at all. Gently releasing Murong Xuewei's hand, he got up and walked to the window. Through the frost-covered windowpane, he could vaguely see scattered torches flickering in the wind and snow on the distant hillside.

“At least three teams,” Gu Ye said sharply, “they are closing in.”

Lan'er gripped her sword tightly: "I'll go take a look."

“No need,” Zhang Jing suddenly said. “They’re already here.”

Before the words were even finished, a rocket streaked through the air, piercing the dilapidated roof of the inn. Before the group could react, more rockets rained down. In the blink of an eye, the thatched roof of the inn was ablaze.

"Trying to force us out." Gu Ye sneered, but then couldn't help coughing violently. In the firelight, his face was also very pale.

Zhang Jing quickly rummaged in his pocket, took out the last pill, and handed it to Gu Ye: "Take this; it will last for an hour."

Gu Ye swallowed the pill without hesitation. Lan'er, having already helped Murong Xuewei up, said urgently, "We can't wait any longer, the roof is about to collapse!"

"Go through the back door." Gu Ye took Murong Xuewei and turned to Zhang Jingdao, "How long can you hold them off?"

Zhang Jing took out a packet of powder and lightly sprinkled it into the air: "I'll buy you a quarter of an hour." The powder reacted with the fire, immediately producing a large amount of white smoke.

“Fifteen minutes is enough.” Gu Ye picked up Murong Xuewei and winked at Lan’er. The two of them took advantage of the thick smoke and quietly slipped out through the back door.

Zhang Jing remained alone, a chill gathering in his palm. He could sense at least twenty experts approaching. The burning wooden beams emitted an ominous cracking sound, and the intense heat of the flames intertwined with the chill in his palm, filling the entire post station with an eerie mist.

In the darkness, several figures slowly approached. Zhang Jing's eyes narrowed, and with a wave of his left hand, a blast of cold air froze one of the assassins' feet. Then, with a flick of his right finger, the frozen assassin was sent flying backward, crashing into several people behind him.

"As expected of the Valley Master of Medicine King Valley," a chilling voice rang out. "No wonder the Holy Maiden values ​​him so highly."

"Now that you know my identity," Zhang Jing's tone remained calm, yet a chilling aura emanated from him, "you should know that if you want to pass by today, you'll have to ask the medicine in my hand for permission first."

In an instant, the temperature in the entire post station plummeted, and even the burning flames dimmed, as if they could be extinguished at any moment by the biting cold.

The leader of the men in black snorted coldly, drawing his longsword. The blade gleamed eerily in the firelight: "I'll see if the Medicine King Valley's skills live up to their reputation."

"Kill!" At the command, more than a dozen men in black attacked simultaneously.