First annul the engagement, then sever ties with the empress; the empress reigns supreme.

Meanwhile, the majority of the black-armored guards brought by Mu Lingye were from the Ning family army, so their combat power was extremely strong. In a real fight, these eunuchs from the Eastern Depot would not be a match for them.

Seeing that they were at a disadvantage, Qingyanzi and Weiming exchanged a glance and shamelessly used their trump card.

Qingyanzi gave Gu Junxi the order: "Go, remove Mu Lingye's head."

Both Qingyanzi and Wei Ming agreed that having Gu Junxi deal with Mu Lingye was the best solution.

Mu Lingye cares so much about Gu Junxi that he would never hurt her, just as Mu Lingxuan couldn't bear to hurt Gu Junxi.

To catch the thief, first catch the king. As long as Mu Lingye is killed, these black-armored guards will surely collapse.

Upon receiving the order, Gu Junxi's dull eyes suddenly snapped upwards, a murderous glint flashing in them, as she turned directly towards Mu Lingye, who was locked in combat with Mu Lingxuan.

Gu Junxi attacked with deadly moves from the very first strike, showing no mercy whatsoever.

"Xixi." Mu Lingye raised his hand to block, and when he got closer, his voice was full of longing and tenderness.

He seemed to want to draw Gu Junxi deep into his eyes, to let Gu Junxi live inside them, to lock her in, and never let her leave again.

The intense gaze was indeed scorching. Gu Junxi's expression froze for a moment before she continued to attack Mu Lingye.

Mu Lingye was afraid of hurting Gu Junxi and the baby in her womb, so he gradually became more cautious.

The movements were gentle and slow, for fear of hurting Gu Junxi.

As Qingyanzi had predicted, he breathed a sigh of relief, his tense expression beginning to relax. He pointed at Gu Junxi and commanded, "Gu Junxi, use force! Kill Mu Lingye as quickly as possible."

"Mu Lingye, if you don't want to hurt Xixi, you should surrender now." Mu Lingxuan, who was helping out from the side, also advised based on his experience of being stabbed by Gu Junxi last night, after hearing what Qingyanzi said.

Gu Junxi's attack was even more ruthless than before, and Mu Lingye seemed to be increasingly bound hand and foot.

We are far from being able to lay down our swords and surrender.

Mu Lingye wanted to take the opportunity to tie Gu Junxi up, but Gu Junxi, who was in the middle of the battle, was triggered and went all out to fight with her skills.

She acted as if she were locked in a fierce battle, instinctively wanting to kill her opponent.

Unable to defeat him, she began to take out her purse and use poisoned hidden weapons on Mu Lingye.

Fearing that he might hurt Gu Junxi, Mu Lingye had to guard against Gu Junxi's sneak attacks at any time.

On the other side was Mu Lingxuan, who was watching with predatory eyes. Gradually, Mu Lingye really couldn't keep up.

"Mu Lingye, I advised you long ago that it's not too late to stop now, otherwise Xixi will really hurt you. You won't be happy either."

Mu Lingxuan felt both sympathy for Mu Lingye and schadenfreude.

Thinking to himself, what he had already experienced, Mu Lingye had not escaped either. In this respect, Gu Junxi treated everyone equally.

Mu Lingye glanced at Mu Lingxuan coldly, finding Mu Lingxuan's constant chatter unbearable, like a gossipy sparrow.

Instead of focusing on defending against Gu Junxi, he simply exposed his weaknesses and let Gu Junxi attack him at will.

He then focused on dealing with Mu Lingxuan, using a series of thrusts and jabs before launching a fierce attack.

Mu Lingxuan, who was already injured, was knocked back several steps, knelt on the ground, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Mu Lingxuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked up at Mu Lingye with a defiant expression.

Mu Lingye had already turned his back to Gu Junxi, completely unaware of her presence behind him.

Gu Junxi approached expressionlessly, sword in hand, like a butcher about to harvest pigs and sheep.

Mu Lingxuan burst into maniacal laughter: "Mu Lingye, so what if you hurt me? You'll be hurt by Xixi soon enough. Hurting the enemy a thousand while losing eight hundred of your own—no, not eight hundred. Being hurt by the one you love is a thousand times more painful than physical injury… Haha…"

Mu Lingxuan was completely focused, waiting for Mu Lingye to be injured.

Mu Lingye turned around, just as Gu Junxi was approaching with her sword, about to pierce his chest.

Mu Lingye didn't care; he neither resisted nor fought back. His eyes, as deep and unfathomable as a still pool, gazed at Gu Junxi with affection, as if Gu Junxi were holding not a knife, but a gift to him.

"Ah Xi, it's me, Ah Ling. I've come back to find you. I kept my promise, but I'm a little late. Are you angry, so you don't recognize me?"

"Pfft, you self-proclaimed clever fool, thinking that by saying this, Gu Junxi can regain her self-awareness? I have never seen anyone regain their self-awareness under the influence of my Gu poison." Qingyanzi stood leisurely, watching Mu Lingye, who was trying to communicate with Gu Junxi, as if he were watching a joke.

Wei Ming narrowed his eyes, waiting for the sword in Gu Junxi's hand to pierce Mu Lingye's chest.

"Xixi, no! The person in front of you is your husband. You can't hurt him!" Ning Hanshuang cried out.

"Gu Xiaoxi, wake up. You are the best in my heart. Don't let these scumbags control and bind you." Mu Qingfu also joined the team trying to wake her up.

The wicked are laughing, while their loved ones are in distress.

The sword was getting closer and closer.

The tip of the sword had already touched Mu Lingye's chest. If it went in just a little further, it would pierce through Mu Lingye's chest, and blood would gush out.

However, at the most crucial moment, when everyone's eyes were wide open, Gu Junxi's hand holding the sword suddenly loosened, and the sword fell heavily to the ground with a clang.

Gu Junxi covered her ears in anguish, her lips trembling as she backed away, murmuring repeatedly, "I can't be controlled, I can't be controlled, I can't hurt A-Ling. My A-Ling is back..."

Everyone could clearly see that Gu Junxi's dull and lifeless eyes were gradually regaining their clarity.

She is indeed breaking free from the control of the Gu poison.

Mu Lingxuan's smile gradually faded: "Why is this happening? Why didn't Xixi hesitate at all when she hurt me? If it were you, she would have stopped. Why? I was the first person Xixi ever loved. My place in her heart is irreplaceable."

Although Mu Lingxuan had come to terms with it and would no longer force Gu Junxi or influence her choices, his desire to compete with Mu Lingye remained unchanged.

Gu Junxi gave up on him because he really didn't do well.

But that doesn't mean he approves of Mu Lingye. In his eyes, Mu Lingye is no better than him at all.

A sickly son who had been a hostage, coveted by men, unloved by his father and uncared for by anyone—what was there about him that made him worthy of Xixi's affection?

Seeing Gu Junxi break his record, Qingyanzi was so angry that he yelled loudly.

He exerted even more force, stimulating the Gu within Gu Junxi's body, attempting to pull Gu Junxi back on track.

Unfortunately, the Gu in Gu Junxi's body did not respond and seemed to be in a state of rampage and disorder.

Mu Lingye gently and tenderly pulled Gu Junxi into his arms: "Axi, I'm here, don't be afraid. I will always be by your side."

Gu Junxi did not respond to Mu Lingye at this moment; she did indeed seem to be in even greater pain.

She clutched her head, her screams growing louder and louder.

In her struggle against the poison within her body, she began to bleed from her eyes, ears, and nostrils, just like last time.

Mu Lingye frowned. Although he was reluctant, for the sake of Gu Junxi for the time being, he still raised his hand high.

His palm, sharp as a knife, slashed fiercely at Gu Junxi's neck.

Gu Junxi's head lolled to the side, and she fainted in Mu Lingye's arms. But this did indeed lessen her pain.

"You evil Taoist, you dared to bully Gu Xiaoxi! Go to hell!" Seeing her beloved younger sister being subjected to such inhuman torture, Mu Qingfu, who was already quick to hate evil, immediately went berserk.

After casually dispatching a eunuch blocking her path, she hurled the blood-stained knife fiercely at Qingyanzi.

The knife was about to pierce him, and Qingyanzi instinctively swung his whisk to block it.

As a result, the whisk was cut in two; one piece fell to the ground, while the other remained in Qingyanzi's hand.

But looking at it this way, Qingyanzi is much more pleasing to the eye. A wicked Taoist priest who is full of evil thoughts insists on pretending to be a dignified and virtuous immortal.

No matter how you look at it, it's just disgusting.

"Mu, Qing, Fu, if I had known, I should have killed you long ago." Qingyanzi looked at the half-broken whisk in his hand and gritted his teeth in anger.

After he successfully became a disciple of Master Suxin, he probably never suffered any more mistreatment.

But who cares?

Mu Qingfu rolled her eyes.

Prince Su's plump figure appeared, pulled his daughter behind him, and looked at Qingyanzi with disdain: "Senior brother, do you think that I, with my fat arms and legs, can't beat you if you want to deal with Fu'er?"