Disguised as a man, she became the biggest villain in the book.

At this moment, Zheng Luoqi was riding back to the capital. She was still worried about her father facing Xue Huaiyu alone.

Zheng Luoqi has handed over the matter concerning Consort Jiang to He Jinyu and Quan Yuyuan to handle, while Boyu has returned to the capital with Zheng Luoqi.

The night was as dark as ink

Zheng Luoqi galloped on her horse, its hooves splashing mud and water as it pounded the muddy ground.

A cold wind, mixed with fine rain, made his clothes flutter loudly.

"Giddy up!" he shouted, cracking the whip hard on the horse's back. The horse, in pain, reared up and increased its speed once again.

In the distance, the outline of the capital city gradually came into view, and the lights on the city towers appeared particularly hazy in the rain.

Zheng Luoqi's heart pounded faster and faster as the distance between them shortened, and her palms were already sweating.

Just then, a dark figure suddenly appeared on the official road ahead and blocked the middle of the road.

Zheng Luoqi's pupils contracted, and she suddenly tightened the reins. The horse neighed, reared up, and came to a stop right in front of the man.

"Who!" Zheng Luoqi shouted sharply, her right hand already on the hilt of the sword at her waist.

The dark figure slowly raised its head, revealing a familiar face. "Don't you recognize me?"

"Shanyan?" Zheng Luoqi was not surprised to see Shanyan here, but Shanyan's outfit was really eye-catching, especially the earring on his ear.

Shan Yan noticed Zheng Luoqi's gaze and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Are you one of Xue Huaiyu's men?" Zheng Luoqi looked at Shan Yan and asked directly.

Upon hearing this, Shan Yan sneered and retorted, "What, shouldn't you be surprised that I'm still alive?" His voice carried a hint of provocation.

Zheng Luoqi frowned slightly, indicating that she didn't want to waste any more words.

If Shan Yan is actually Xue Huaiyu's man, then my father's situation in the palace must be dire.

He had to rush back to deal with the final matters. Zheng Luoqi reached for his longsword at his waist and rushed towards the mountain embankment.

The wind of the rainy night carried a chill, and Zheng Luoqi's longsword drew a cold arc in the air, pointing straight at the throat of the mountain dam.

"You think you can stop me?" Zheng Luoqi's voice was deep and carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

“I can’t stop you, but I can delay you,” Shan Yan replied leisurely.

Then, many men in black robes suddenly appeared from all around. Zheng Luoqi's expression changed slightly, and she gripped her sword even tighter.

For Zheng Luoqi, every moment is crucial.

With his father's safety hanging by a thread, he had no extra energy to deal with Shan Yan.

"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!" Zheng Luoqi's voice was even lower, with a hint of impatience in her tone.

Zheng Luoqi swung her sword again, so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

Shan Yan dodged the attack with a swift movement, but his sleeve was torn by the sword, revealing his pale skin underneath.

Seeing that Shan Yan had dodged the fatal attack, Zheng Luoqi immediately adjusted to a new attack stance. He channeled his inner strength into his sword and attacked Shan Yan again.

The two groups of people then began to fight each other outside the city.

Shan Yan and the other three men in black robes clashed head-on with Zheng Luoqi, both sides now bloodthirsty.

The guards beside her did not dare to be negligent in the slightest. They did their best to help Zheng Luoqi restrain the group of men in black robes to prevent them from taking the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

With a loud bang, Shan Yan was kicked away by Zheng Luoqi. He flew a long way before crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Upon seeing this, the other men in black robes roared and pounced on Zheng Luoqi.

"My lord!" Boyu shouted anxiously, worried that Zheng Luoqi might get hurt.

Zheng Luoqi dodged the black-robed men's attack with a swift movement, then swung her sword backhand, stabbing at one of them.

With a "thud," the longsword pierced the black-robed man's body, and the man died on the spot before he could even let out a scream.

Zheng Luoqi's movements were fluid and seamless, executed in one go without any hesitation.

After dealing with the black-robed men who rushed at her, Zheng Luoqi quickly turned and rushed towards the mountain embankment.

Shan Yan was already seriously injured and lay on the ground unable to move.

Without hesitation, Zheng Luoqi raised her longsword and thrust it fiercely into Shan Yan's chest.

The longsword easily pierced Shan Yan's body, and blood gushed out from the wound like a spring, staining the ground red.

...........

Inside the palace

Zi Sang had to protect Zheng Yuxiang's safety on one hand, and be constantly vigilant against attacks from those poisoned throwing knives on the other, which immediately increased the pressure he felt.

As time went by, Zisang's physical strength gradually diminished.

Just as Zisang was feeling somewhat powerless, the guards outside also ran into trouble.

The Imperial Guard's offensive grew increasingly fierce, and their defensive lines began to crumble, on the verge of being breached.

Just then, Zheng Luoqi led her men into the palace.

Zheng Luoqi was fierce and merciless, slaughtering the enemies along the way.

The road leading to the palace has long been replaced by bloodshed and slaughter, with blood staining the ground red.

Those officials who noticed the unusual situation that day went into hiding early on.

After all, they had experienced this situation several times before. Once is unfamiliar, twice is familiar, and they naturally know what they should and shouldn't do. They just need to stay at home and wait for the results.

The longsword in Zheng Luoqi's hand was soaked in blood. The rain washed over the blade, but it couldn't wash away the strong smell of blood.

"Speed ​​up!" Zheng Luoqi shouted in a low voice, with Boyu and the other guards following closely behind.

They have broken through the city's defenses, but that does not mean victory is assured.

The situation inside the palace walls remained unclear, and Zheng Luoqi's father's safety was always on her mind.

The moment she passed through the palace gate, Zheng Luoqi's gaze quickly swept over her surroundings.

In the square in front of the palace, corpses lay scattered about, some dressed in black robes, others being secret guards from the Prime Minister's residence.

In the distance, Zisang's figure could be vaguely seen; he was engaged in a fierce battle with several men in black robes.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zheng Luoqi pushed off with her feet and rushed forward immediately.

With a crisp clang of metal clashing, Zheng Luoqi's longsword clashed with the black-robed man's scimitar, sparks flying.

The man in black robes was jolted back several steps. Before he could regain his footing, Zheng Luoqi kicked him away, sending him crashing heavily into the wall and spitting out blood.

Zisang sensed the arrival of reinforcements and his spirits lifted. "My lord, you've arrived!"

"Where is Father?" Zheng Luoqi asked anxiously as she swung her sword to repel the enemy.

"Please rest assured, Your Excellency, the Prime Minister has already found a place to hide!" Zisang said, panting, pointing to the pillar on the right side of the main hall.

Zheng Luoqi looked in the direction Zisang was pointing and indeed saw a slightly hunched figure leaning quietly against a pillar.

Zheng Luoqi felt a little relieved; with her father safe and sound, she no longer needed to worry.