After returning to the capital, the eldest daughter saved her entire clan with her medical skills.

His entire body slammed straight against the wall like a kite with a broken string, making a loud "bang" before crashing heavily to the ground.

A tall, handsome man dressed in a black brocade robe, with a cool and aloof expression and brows that seemed to conceal a knife, stood behind her.

He exuded a chilling aura of menace, like a god looking down upon the world, holding the Azure Dragon Divine Sword, a symbol of his status.

Just as Shen Yuanxiang was about to fly into a rage, she endured the intense pain and turned around to look behind her. When she saw the tall figure standing there, she was so frightened that she almost fainted again.

It's the Regent, Murong Xun!

"You...you're not dead?!"

Shen Yuanxiang was so frightened that she regained her senses and could barely speak. She had only dared to say such reckless things and do such things to Xue Ruanruan because she thought Murong Xun was dead.

If she had known he was still alive, Shen Yuanxiang would have shuddered. Ignoring the excruciating pain in her body and her severed hand, she scrambled to her feet and tried to run out of the iron gate.

She knew this man too well; once he had time to deal with her, he would show no mercy and wouldn't even leave her alive.

Despite being severely injured, Shen Yuanxiang moved with unprecedented speed and agility, fleeing towards the door.

Just as he ran to the iron gate, covered in blood and thinking he could escape, a cold sword flashing with blood flew straight towards him.

"what!"

A shrill scream suddenly rang out, and everyone couldn't help but look up. They saw that the once proud and alluring empress was now pinned to the stone wall of the dark room by the iron sword that had just been used to kill her, and could no longer move.

The blood stained the stone wall red, and the maids, servants, and eunuchs were so frightened that they fell silent and knelt down before the regent, not daring to make a sound.

Shen Yuanxiang stared in disbelief at the long sword right in the center of her heart—the very same sword she had used to stab Xue Ruanruan.

Unexpectedly, the heart was pierced so quickly, pinning her firmly to the stone wall, rendering her unable to move. This shows how much force the attacker used and how deep their anger was.

Shen Yuanxiang could not believe until her death that she had been plotting for more than a decade and was dying so soon. Her eyes were wide open, like copper bells, staring at the sharp sword stuck in her heart.

He glanced one last time at his swollen belly, then breathed his last.

"I'm late."

The man's voice was as cold and hoarse as ever, and if you listened carefully, you could feel a slight tremor.

He was covered in blood and travel-worn, and searched almost the entire palace before finally finding the secret room where she was imprisoned.

As Murong Xun looked at the woman whose body was covered in blood and flesh, the pain in his heart felt like countless needles piercing his heart.

He gently knelt down and lifted her from the pool of blood, handling her with extreme tenderness, as if she were a precious treasure.

Previously, Xue Ruanruan was terrified of Murong Xun.

But now, she felt his tenderness, as gentle as a spring breeze.

His embrace was not as cold and hard as I had imagined; it was actually quite warm.

She realized she had wronged him. Tears of blood streamed down her face, dripping onto Murong Xun's chest and soaking his clothes.

Overwhelmed by pain, Xue Ruanruan whispered softly in his ear with all her might.

"Murong Xun, I'm...I'm sorry, I misunderstood you for so long..."

Xue Ruanruan's tears, mixed with blood, flowed down her dirty but clearly delicate face, dripping onto the man's black brocade robe.

But the man didn't care at all. He looked at the woman lying weakly in his arms, unusually quiet and obedient, a far cry from her usual self who wanted to stay a thousand meters away from him.

But he felt no joy at all; his eyes were filled with an overwhelming sorrow, and he didn't realize that his whole body was trembling slightly.

"I want you to live, to live well, and watch me avenge you, to avenge the entire Xue family, the divine doctor, and the 100,000 Xue family soldiers."

Murong Xun knew that only revenge could ignite her will to live. He wanted her to survive, even at the cost of his own life.

"It's too late... If there is an afterlife, I will repay your kindness with my life..."

Xue Ruanruan forced a smile, reached out to touch the man's face, but ultimately fell limply, dying in his arms.

Murong Xun's dark, bright eyes looked at the woman's hands hanging limply in his arms, and suddenly lost their luster. Then, his eyes raged with endless storms, as if a storm was about to break.

He gently picked her up and slowly walked towards the dark, damp, and foul-smelling room outside. His tall figure, seen from behind, seemed to be stained with sorrow.

After Xue Ruanruan died, Murong Xun went mad and led his troops to attack the capital, massacring the entire palace.

They killed the newly enthroned emperor Murong Luo on the dragon throne and cut off his head, hanging it on the city gate of the capital for the people to see.

Even after Empress Shen Yuanxiang died, Murong Xun did not let her go. He personally removed the fetus from her womb, skinned her, and threw her body into the wild to be fed to rabid dogs, leaving her without a complete corpse.

The Shen family was wiped out; not a single person was left alive.

Even so, it was difficult to quell Murong Xun's hatred, and he purged all the aristocratic families who had participated in framing the Xue family back then.

Murong Xun strung the heads of his enemies together with hemp rope and carried them to the newly built tombstone for the Xue family to pay his respects.

He poured a whole bottle of strong liquor in front of the tombstone of General Xue Yan, and stood there silently, like a solitary figure.

Suddenly, the sky became covered with dark clouds, as if shrouded by a giant black hand.

Immediately afterwards, a bolt of lightning ripped across the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder, and a torrential downpour began.

The sky seemed to have been torn open, and rain poured down like a waterfall, as if to drown the entire world.

The wind howled, causing the trees to sway violently, and leaves and branches to dance in the air, but the dark figure remained standing, motionless.

Xue Ruanruan looked at the man's figure, her heart filled with overwhelming emotion, but there was nothing she could do but watch his lonely back with longing.

She didn't know why her soul didn't go to the underworld after death, but instead followed Murong Xun, watching everything he did and being moved to tears. But she was already dead, and not a single tear could be shed.

She could only float in mid-air and watch as the man she hated and feared avenged her, the Xue family's loyalty, and her master by killing all their enemies.

Finally, she felt all the weight pressing down on her suddenly disappear, her entire soul felt light and airy, and the distance between her and Murong Xun grew farther and farther.

Unlike before, where her spirit would inevitably be within a few meters of him wherever he went.

Xue Ruanruan knew she might be leaving, leaving this world forever, to a place where she would never see Murong Xun again.

She suddenly felt a pang of reluctance; in just a few days, she had actually developed a dependence on this man.

After all, humans and ghosts are different, and she knew that it wasn't good for her to always follow him. All her hatred dissipated, and she suddenly felt relieved.

After finishing all his business, Murong Xun carried the already stiff Xue Ruanruan out of the palace and disappeared from the world's sight.

He knew she disliked being restrained and preferred the Medicine King Valley, where spring seemed to last all year round.

The regent's whereabouts are unknown; no one knows where he took the healer with him.

Since then, no one has ever seen him again.