[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 1, Chapter 015)

Chapter 015 Passing By

The palace-dressed beauty was already gambling, for even she herself was incredibly nervous, secretly

thinking with some unease, "If she really wanted to act ruthlessly, could I really bring myself to order her murder? This

inexplicable villain, what kind of magic does he possess that has kept me up at night for two or three days?

Every time I close my eyes, this villain appears uninvited, hovering before my eyes, refusing

to leave ..."

But she won this gamble! Because while she worried about Wu Yue's safety, Murong Ziyan was even more afraid, at least

ten times more afraid! The palace-dressed beauty understood this perfectly well, otherwise she wouldn't have dared to casually place the dice and start the gamble. Even

the boldest people can sometimes become incredibly timid. Just like now, when Murong Ziyan saw the gleaming

blade pressed against Wu Yue's neck, she felt fear, immense fear!

She shifted her stance constantly in the air, leaping and darting among the branches around the cage, desperately searching for an

angle to strike and kill her enemy while leaving Wuyue unharmed.

However, she despairingly discovered that no matter the angle or method of her attack, she had no absolute certainty

of saving him. After all, the sharp blade was pressed against his throat; no matter how fast she was, she couldn't outrun

it!

Even if she were, unforeseen circumstances could arise, and she dared not risk it. She didn't want to ruin her life's happiness

because of her recklessness!

Therefore, she was ultimately forced to yield—the first time in her career that she had

compromised .

If she had known that simply trying to rescue him would guarantee victory, and that the woman in palace attire was merely gambling on her courage, she would have been

so angry she'd want to smash her head against a wall!

She watched helplessly as the white-clad figures leaped down from the giant pine tree, lowered the cage from its branches, opened the cage doors, and

helped Xiao Wuyue into a luxurious and comfortable sedan chair…

What she found particularly unbearable was that Wuyue also stared at her the entire time, his

large eyes, more beautiful than any girl's, filled with deep affection, until he disappeared into the sedan chair. In

that instant, a complex mix of emotions—ambiguity, sweetness, torment, helplessness, and the pain of separation—

surged through her, and doubts arose within her: "Why didn't Wuyue say a word to me? Was he

silenced by that woman? That vicious woman, how could she bear to mistreat him like this? I won't let you fall into my

hands! Otherwise… hmph!"

Then, what tormented Murong Ziyan even more was that she watched as the beautiful woman in palace attire also entered

the sedan chair!

"This sedan chair isn't very big, why did she squeeze in and squeeze in with Wuyue? What is she trying to do?

Why is she so unwilling to give Wuyue back to me? Could it be... could it be that she's also fallen for him and wants to seduce him?

Damn woman!!!" Murong Ziyan thought to herself.

At this moment, in addition to the original mixed feelings in her heart, there was now another flavor, a sour taste of jealousy!

Whether on the battlefield or in the arena of love, Murong Ziyan had met a true opponent. Whether she could

maintain a proper mindset and stay clear-headed would be the key to her ultimate victory. But

could this woman, who was willing to destroy the world for love and had an extreme personality, do it?

Personality determines destiny, that's absolutely true!

The palace-dressed beauty led more than a thousand soldiers of the Dragon Warriors in a neat formation, and in a grand procession, they escorted Wuyue down the mountain.

At the foot of Mount Hua, they led out more than a thousand tall and fine horses from a manor, mounted them all, and the palace-dressed beauty and Wuyue

transferred to a luxurious carriage.

Over a thousand elite cavalrymen from the Dragon Guard surrounded the carriage, speeding eastward.

Murong Ziyan refused to give up. She relentlessly pursued the magnificent carriage, her elite guards following closely.

To prepare for any eventuality, she had sent a message via carrier pigeon to Jinan Prefecture, requesting ten columns from the Upper White Banner and Upper Blue Banner

to rush to the scene and replace the surviving five hundred-plus elite guards, so that the wounded and dead could return to Jinan as quickly as possible to rest.

However, with the palace-clad beauty threatening Xiao Wuyue's life, Murong Ziyan, despite her soaring ambition, dared not take the risk and

thus dared not act rashly.

As long as Wuyue remained in the palace-clad beauty's hands, she could not find peace, growing increasingly restless and anxious.

After most of the day of tailing, they reached Tongguan after dark, where the white-clad men had set up luxurious tents.

Murong Ziyan watched helplessly as the palace-clad beauty carried Wuyue into the tent, leaving the Three Heroes of Tianmen

outside!

About half an hour later, when Murong Ziyan saw the candles in the luxurious tent go out one by one, plunging

it into darkness, the usually ethereal and beautiful Murong Ziyan seemed to have completely collapsed. Disregarding everything, she rushed

towards the tent, stood twenty feet away, and began to hurl insults at it, her words utterly rude and abusive, becoming like a shrewish

woman in the street!

How could the experts of the Dragon Squad tolerate their commander being insulted? They drew their longswords and surrounded the tent, ready to attack. The Elite

Guards also swarmed in, creating a standoff once more,

a situation where it seemed that at the slightest provocation, they would draw their swords and fight to the death!

The woman in palace attire, listening with amusement from inside the tent, couldn't help but laugh at Wuyue, "Isn't the Rakshasa Fairy your

godmother ? It's understandable that she's worried about you and wants to take you back, but why do I feel like she's obviously

jealous, and quite so? What exactly is the relationship between Young Master Xiao and her?"

Wuyue opened her mouth in dissatisfaction, indicating to the woman in palace attire that she was mute, and that it was Wuyue's fault.

The woman in palace attire chuckled and said, "Sorry, I forgot you're mute."

She stepped out of the tent and instructed Ying'er by the door, "Just have your men surround the tent. Don't make a move

without ."

Ying'er raised her hand and made a gesture, and the Dragon Squad immediately retreated five steps in unison, still warily

watching their longtime rival.

The woman in palace attire glanced at Murong Ziyan, then swayed her hips and walked back into the tent with a seductive air, leaving

the Three Heroes of Tianmen dumbfounded! When had they ever seen their usually dignified and majestic mistress act so

alluringly ?

Murong Ziyan clenched her fists, veins bulging, eyes blazing with fury, her chest heaving violently—she simply

couldn't take it ! "This woman! Her allure is so captivating, how could Wuyue resist?"

Ignoring her subordinates' astonishment, Murong Ziyan was furious. What was the palace-dressed beauty doing after she slipped into the tent?

What? She was now completely confident. As long as Wuyue was in her hands, Murong Ziyan would definitely not dare to act rashly.

A head-on clash with the Rakshasa Sect was never part of her plans, and

the ferocity and bravery of Murong Ziyan's iron army only reinforced this impression!

That afternoon, while still in the carriage, she had already made an

objective She believed that if the two armies clashed head-on, each charging and fighting to the death with their iron cavalry, at least

two thousand of the dynasty's most elite Xuanfu cavalry would be needed to achieve a balanced battle. The Xuanliao Army,

though numbering in the hundreds of thousands and deployed in the Yanshan region, only comprised about ten thousand Xuanfu cavalry!

However, according to her intelligence, the Rakshasa Sect's Jingwei Cavalry, scattered throughout the Zhou Mansion in Jinan and various manors in the suburbs, numbered

at least three thousand. Adding to this the other direct forces and the Rakshasa Sect branches scattered throughout the country, they were truly

a formidable force!

The palace lady felt

a a discontent with the current chaotic state of the dynasty.

"It's time for a change!" she thought to herself.

Murong Ziyan stood at the entrance, cursing in the street, seemingly without a trace of fatigue!

Meanwhile, the Jingwei team members had already set up a magnificent tent where she was cursing. Zhaiyue and the others invited her

in, but she refused. Murong Ziyan simply had a soft chair placed at the tent entrance, sat down, and continued

cursing intermittently until her voice was hoarse, before letting Zhaiyue and the others take over.

She did this all night long!

Had she gone mad? Otherwise, why would she do something so insane? Actually, no. Murong Ziyan had her

reasons. This all-night cursing would at least have a harassing effect, preventing that woman from settling down

and…flirting with him?

In reality, the so-called "flirting" was just a suspicion in her mind, but she forced herself to imagine it as reality.

People with obsessive personalities often have this tendency. For example, if they suspect their boyfriend of infidelity, they gradually treat this

suspicion as fact, tormenting both themselves and their boyfriend. This causes them to become restless and paranoid, while their boyfriend

suffers greatly, and no amount of explanation helps!

The woman in palace attire was clever; this was a psychological battle she deliberately orchestrated to torment her seemingly strong

opponent's fragile nerves. Naturally, she wouldn't punish herself for someone else's mistake. No

matter how much Murong Ziyan and her confidants cursed her from afar, she slept soundly on the soft, comfortable cot in her tent, even

more soundly than usual.

The enemy's suffering is one's own pleasure, isn't it?

On the cot opposite her, Wuyue suffered terribly all night! He couldn't speak or move his limbs

, which was already unbearable. He deeply understood Murong Ziyan's anger, helplessness, and torment!

Over the next few days, Murong Ziyan spent her days sleeping soundly in her luxurious carriage, and her nights cursing and swearing all night long,

as described above , following the entourage of the courtesan to Mianchi.

During these days, the courtesan deliberately shared a tent with Wuyue every night, intending to provoke the Rakshasa

Fairy , making her increasingly agitated and irrational, so that she could take advantage of the chaos.

At night, the courtesan and her entourage stayed at the Yuebinlou Inn, the largest and most luxurious in Mianchi City, which Ying'er had

booked entirely. The courtesan and Wuyue checked into the largest and most luxurious suite upstairs in the Guanyuelou Pavilion in the back courtyard. This

suite had a bedroom, a private hall, and a side room. The Guanyuelou Pavilion, facing south, had a high-lying viewing platform with wooden railings,

offering expansive views in the southeast, west, and north directions.

The south side of the Guanyuelou Pavilion was the south wall of the back courtyard, where the inn's back door opened; outside the south door was a secluded

dead-end alley. Of course, the Moon-Viewing Platform could also be clearly seen

from the north-facing windows of a house across the alley from the south wall of the inn . As she expected, a group of ravenous hunters had broken into the house. The family refused to leave, resulting in the landlord and his son being beaten severely, coughing up half a bushel of blood, before finally being forced to leave with the help of their family and being evicted from their home. 　　The elite guards, having seized a prime spot with an excellent view, respectfully welcomed the lady upstairs. These people had a habit of plundering weak tribes outside the Great Wall. Although the lady had explicitly forbidden it after arriving in the Central Plains, this way , including her own. So, when they occasionally showed their fangs to the common people, she sometimes tacitly approved, only stating that it wouldn't happen again. 　　Murong Ziyan was currently perched on the north-facing window upstairs, her eyes gleaming as she monitored the movements on the Moon-Viewing Platform. 　　It turned out that after Murong Ziyan led her group into Mianchi City, she silently used her spiritual sense outside Yuebinlou to detect the largest crowd gathered around Guanyuelou in the backyard . Knowing that the lady in palace attire must be staying there, she immediately found this most convenient residence for surveillance. 　　The Dragon Squad, numbering about seven or eight hundred, surrounded Guanyuelou, prohibiting anyone from entering, including the inn's staff and manager. However, several hundred other experts were nowhere to be seen at Yuebinlou. 　　Murong Ziyan seemed oblivious to all this, as the lady in palace attire and Wuyue were leisurely enjoying a drink under the moon on the Guanyuelou platform. Ying'er, Hun'er, and Jing'er stood by, serving food and wine. 　　A crescent moon hung obliquely in the deep eastern sky, its pink light cascading onto the platform, reflecting the candlelight. The peach blossoms creating a scene of poetic beauty and romance, a perfect picture of talented scholars and beautiful women reciting poetry under the moon! 　　Normally, when the moon rises, Murong Ziyan and Wuyue would go to the Plum Pavilion to enjoy tea and admire the moon. Now, however, her beloved had a new woman by his side, and he seemed to really enjoy this atmosphere, treating her like a close confidante! 　　Murong Ziyan was furious, but there was nothing she could do. The elegant lady in palace attire seemed to know how to enjoy life and was adept at creating a romantic atmosphere. All the tableware, ingredients, and drinks were brought with her—golden plates, jade dishes, and emerald bottles, fine wine in luminous cups. The ingredients were also extremely exquisite, consisting of delicacies from land and sea, all from the far north and south , gathered on the octagonal table. 　　The elegant lady in palace attire would sometimes recite a poem, and sometimes have Ying'er play a tune on the zither. The melody was ethereal, melodious, and enchanting, seemingly transporting one to a dreamlike fairyland... 　　In a trance, her flowing sleeves would flutter open, and as if countless petals were drifting down from the sky, swaying and fluttering , each petal carrying a wisp of sandalwood incense. It was as if her soul was dancing to the music...

Facing the enthusiastic palace-dressed beauty, enjoying the beautiful music and captivating dance, Wu Yue seemed somewhat

intoxicated . Halfway through the drinking, the palace-dressed beauty, seemingly unable to hold her liquor, rose and swept him up, carrying him through the elegant hall straight into the inner room,

then slamming the door shut!

How could Murong Ziyan remain still? Truly worried that the palace-dressed beauty would become another Hua Ying, she quickly leaped onto

the Moon-Viewing Platform and began cursing inside again!

After a while, the palace-dressed beauty finally spoke, calling Ying'er and the other two women into the inner room. Peeking half her face through

the crack , she smiled gently at Murong Ziyan and said, "Sister, if you don't leave now and go back

to the house across the street, Young Master Xiao will inevitably lose a finger. Soul, prepare a sharp blade!"

"Fine, you win!" Murong Ziyan was stunned for a long time, then could only grit her teeth and return dejectedly.

In the bedroom, the beautiful woman in palace attire sat quietly against the headboard, while Wuyue curled up in another corner. Three women stood beside

her , none daring to disturb her since she remained silent.

After a long while, Hun'er finally asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, it's not a long-term

solution . This Rakshasa Fairy is relentless, constantly pestering us with her unreasonable demands. When will this end?

If we're not careful, she might seize the opportunity to snatch him away, and we'll be caught completely off guard."

The beautiful woman in palace attire seemed lost in thought, her delicate brows slightly furrowed as she said, "Hun'er, I truly never imagined that the word 'love'

could drive such a brilliant and talented woman, such a heroine, to such madness, so irrational!

Alas! So I urge you all to wake up, especially Ying'er! See just

how much love can torment a person. Remember my words..." "Stay away from men who make you infatuated!"

Ying'er frowned secretly but didn't speak. Hun'er looked at Wuyue, seemingly troubled. Jing'er

said, "This disciple understands, but right now..."

The palace-dressed beauty pondered for a while, then slowly said, "Given Rakshasa Fairy's current restless state of mind, she's repeatedly committing

military taboos. I only need to use a little trick to make her run wild! However, she has already sent reinforcements,

and her strength is too formidable. I also have urgent matters to attend to and must go deal with them as soon as possible. It's a real

pity ! But don't worry, I have my own way of escaping unscathed."

She whispered some instructions to the three women, then waved her hand, and the three women filed out.

The palace-dressed beauty was pondering what kind of magic Wuyue possessed that could make Rakshasa Fairy so crazy about him?

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that he had countless merits, and a faint smile gradually appeared on her lips.

In the candlelight, Wu Yue saw her bright eyes, shining through her veil, staring intently at him. A chill ran down his spine,

and he frowned, as if to say, "What's so interesting? Haven't you ever seen a man before?"

Ever since witnessing the palace-dressed beauty nearly kill Murong Ziyan, Wu Yue's impression of her had become extremely hostile

.

The palace-dressed beauty seemed to understand the meaning in his expression and chuckled,

"Of course I've seen men, far more than I've ever seen. But I think you're more handsome than any man,

and the more I look, the more handsome you become, the more I want to look… Hmm! Young master seems quite dissatisfied with me. Is it because I

plotted against your master?"

Wu Yue's eyes reddened, and he nodded again.

The elegantly dressed woman said solemnly, "I have already discerned that you, sir, are a man of great ambition. To accomplish great things, one

must not be swayed by womanly sentimentality. To achieve a just cause, one must be willing to use any means necessary. This is the mark of a true hero,

the mark of a dragon among men! You are a rare talent, and I sincerely hope you will cooperate with me.

Please consider it carefully."

With that, she lightly waved her jade palm, and Wu Yue felt a numbness at her Fengchi acupoint, struck by a powerful finger strike, instantly

losing …

Because her entire focus was on the Moon-Viewing Platform, Murong Ziyan did not notice that the seven or

eight hundred members of the Dragon Battle Team below the Moon-Viewing Tower were gradually decreasing by nearly half every half hour. By the time the crescent moon began to set,

although the dozens of tents surrounding the Moon-Viewing Tower remained, they were gradually empty!

Suddenly, the main gate of Yuebin Tower and the three side gates on the east, west, and south sides opened simultaneously, and four carriages sped out towards the four

city gates !

The situation abruptly changed. Murong Ziyan hurriedly dispatched Zhaiyue and others to lead their subordinates to intercept the carriages, while she herself

rushed .

Reaching the Moon-Viewing Platform, she was about to burst into the elegant hall to investigate when she heard a languid

voice from the inner room opposite: "Sister, haven't you been making a ruckus all night? Aren't you tired? I want to sleep..." She yawned several times

as she spoke .

Murong Ziyan snapped, "What tricks are you up to in the middle of the night?"

The woman in palace attire replied languidly, "My subordinates have urgent business to attend to. Do they need your permission, sister? By the way,

your precious Young Master Xiao is currently sharing a bed with me. You'd better not barge in or

detain my subordinates, otherwise..." A muffled groan followed from the inner room

, seemingly from something the woman had hurt.

Murong Ziyan was heartbroken and hurriedly said, "You...you mustn't do anything rash! I promise you."

The palace-dressed beauty chuckled sweetly, "That's right! Actually...actually, Young Master Xiao has such delicate skin

and a pleasing appearance. As long as you don't go too far, how could I bear to hurt him? Tsk tsk...tsk tsk

..." The words were followed by what sounded like kissing sounds.

Murong Ziyan panicked and said urgently, "Wuyue is still young, not yet! You mustn't have any ulterior

motives , or I'll tear you apart!"

The palace-dressed beauty yawned again and said lazily, "I'm very sleepy, I really don't have time to chat with you,

please go back, I want to continue sleeping!" Her voice sounded somewhat muffled and unclear,

as if she were speaking with her head covered by a blanket. Could it be that because of the cold winter, the palace-dressed beauty had the bad habit of sleeping with her head covered?

Murong Ziyan hesitated, fearing that the palace-clad beauty might do something inappropriate to Wuyue after she left.

But then she heard the beauty say, "If you don't leave soon, I'm going to take off Young Master Xiao's pants..."

Murong Ziyan reluctantly returned to the house and continued to spy from the window.

Meanwhile, Zhaiyue and the others returned one after another, reporting that all four carriages had only one white-clad man

driving them , and the carriages were empty. All four white-clad men had been captured.

Murong Ziyan personally interrogated the four men, all around thirty years old and dressed in white. Each had

prominent , clearly indicating they were masters of internal martial arts. Judging from the calluses on their hands and other features, she deduced

they must have experienced the brutalities of military life. However, compared to Zhaiyue, Feishuang, Caihong, and

their fierce elite guard captains, they were several levels below. Therefore, capturing them

was relatively easy.

Upon questioning, Murong Ziyan, like the woman in palace attire, learned they were on official business. Remembering the woman

's threats, she generously released the four.

To her surprise, just a quarter of an hour later, four more carriages drove out of Yuebinlou in four different directions. Murong

Ziyan had no choice but to repeat the same method. The whole process and the result were exactly the same as last time. The palace-dressed beauty and Wuyue were still

in the inner room upstairs in Guanyuelou. When Murong Ziyan rushed up to Guanyuelou and called out to her, the palace-dressed beauty seemed too lazy to pay attention to her. She

yawned repeatedly and dismissed her with a few words. Her voice sounded increasingly dull, as if she were fast asleep and drowsy

.

In this way, this kind of thing would happen again about every quarter of an hour. Seeing that Zhaiyue and the others

were exhausted from running around all night, Murong Ziyan felt that this was not a solution. She simply ordered Zhaiyue to send four

captains to guard the four city gates with their men. The people in white could be allowed to pass, but if they found any trace of the palace-dressed beauty and Wuyue,

they had to find a way to intercept them and report to her immediately.

As the eighth batch of carriages drove out of Yuebinlou, Murong Ziyan went to check again, and from the inner room of Guanyuelou came

the seductive moans of a "beautiful woman in palace attire"!

Although the moans were muffled and low through the blanket, Murong Ziyan's hearing was extremely sharp, and she was immediately

shocked , thinking, "Could this woman be molesting Wuyue? This is outrageous!" She shouted sharply, "What are you doing!

Let him go!"

The groans from the inner room stopped abruptly, and the "palace-dressed beauty" murmured languidly, "Your

darling is such a restless sleeper...touching...touching me there...oh...I've already kicked him aside

! Hehe! Sister, please don't keep waking him up, okay? Every time I wake him up, he...he

touches me all over..."

Murong Ziyan dared not shout anymore, but listened intently to the sounds from the inner room. When she heard the breathing gradually

become even, she knew the two had fallen asleep again, and only then did she return to the upper floor of the house with peace of mind. However, from then on,

when a carriage drove out of the inn again, Murong Ziyan would check on them, but she would not wake them up again. She would simply use her spiritual sense

to confirm that they were still in the inner room.

After this was repeated more than ten times, the four captains under Zhaiyue's command developed

a habit of thinking that this was just a feint by the enemy. Even the most conscientious people

would inevitably become less vigilant in searching the carriages leaving the city. However, the battlefield situation always involves a mix of deception and reality to confuse the enemy . The Lord of Tianmen had reached the level of Zhuge Liang in understanding the saying

"Warfare is based on deception "... 　　In the darkest moment before dawn, four more carriages from Yuebinlou rushed towards the four city gates at the same time. 　　At this time, even Murong Ziyan became somewhat careless. She leaped onto the Moon-Viewing Platform and used her spiritual sense to find that the two were still inside. Murong Ziyan was getting impatient with this constant back and forth and casually called out to the inner room, " Didn't ? Aren't you tired of playing this trick all the time? It's dawn, time to get up and keep going!" 　　There was no response from the inner room. She called out a few more times, but there was still silence. 　　Murong Ziyan was somewhat surprised and couldn't help but rush into the elegant hall, shouting at the inner room door, "If you don't answer, I'm going to barge in!" 　　She waited patiently for a while, but there was still no response. Unable to contain herself any longer, she kicked open the door and rushed into the inner room! 　　Although the room was still somewhat dark, Murong Ziyan's eyesight was incredibly sharp. At a glance, she felt a wave of dizziness ! 　　Where was the palace-dressed beauty and Wuyue? 　　A voluptuous woman in her thirties, with considerable beauty, and a handsome boy of fourteen or fifteen were entwined together , lying disheveled on the couch. Perhaps they had been too tired from their activities the night before, as they were sleeping like logs, only to be awakened by her kicking the door! 　　Murong Ziyan was horrified and rushed forward to pull back the covers and grab them, only to find that the couple was completely naked, clinging to each other like octopuses! The alluring woman cried out in surprise, clutching her chest and exclaiming in terror, "Who...who are you? What...what are you doing barging in here?" 　　Murong Ziyan, her face flushed with embarrassment, quickly grabbed a bed sheet, covering the woman's voluptuous, snow- figure, and dragged her out of the Moon-Viewing Pavilion. She handed the woman over to a shrewd and capable captain of the elite guards under Fei Shuang, instructing her to interrogate the woman immediately. 　　Murong Ziyan was frantic! 　　She searched the entire inn several times without stopping, but found nothing. It seemed the beautiful woman in palace attire had vanished with Wu Yue? 　　It was still early, the western horizon barely tinged with white, the pale blue light insufficient to awaken the slumbering ancient town. From the air, a thin, chilly mist still shrouded the streets and alleys surrounding the inn, with hardly any pedestrians in sight. The occasional crowing of a rooster broke the silence of the night. Only a few tiny black dots, no bigger than flies, moved about outside the inn's north gate, accompanied by the creaking of tables and chairs being dragged and the gentle clanging of pots and pans. Then, wisps of smoke rose from chimneys… 　　Murong Ziyan followed the sounds to the north gate of the inn and saw several early risers setting up their stalls across the street. Some sold sesame cakes, others tofu pudding, and still others steamed buns with fermented bean juice, busily working around stoves and steamers. Further east along the street, about ten paces, lay a dozen or so ragged beggars, scattered about , some sitting, some lying, waiting for alms from early risers. 　　She felt empty and lost, and wandered across the street to an old man's stall. The four vendors were all elderly; years of hard work and exposure to the elements etched their faces with the marks of time, leaving no trace of suspicion. 　　The old man before her had a cheerful smile, seemingly accepting that getting up so early every day to toil so hard, barely making was perfectly normal. Seeing Murong Ziyan approach, he warmly greeted her, "Young lady, getting up early..."

"You have to be early? Hehe~ The soup dumplings won't be ready for a while. Why don't you sit down for a bit, young lady? I'll pour you

a bowl of soy milk, it's free."

Murong Ziyan shook her head, answering irrelevantly, "The beggars here are really diligent, begging on the streets so

early ."

The old man sighed, "They have no choice. The world is in turmoil, there's famine everywhere, and too many people are fleeing

. If they come late, they won't get a good spot. Alas! It's quite pitiful."

Murong Ziyan strolled eastward and first saw two young beggars, about seventeen or eighteen years old, still

somewhat sleepy-eyed, sitting lazily by the roadside, chatting idly. Seeing Murong Ziyan approach, they quickly

put on a pitiful look and said to her, "Young lady, please have pity on us! We haven't eaten

for three days , and my younger brother is suffering from a terrible illness. If we don't find a doctor soon, he'll die! Please have mercy

on us..."

Murong Ziyan glanced at them and, sure enough, behind them lay a ragged, filthy

little beggar boy, his lower body covered in pustules, still asleep. His legs... good heavens! They were swollen thicker than his waist,

so much so that his trousers were torn up to his thighs. The skin on his legs was like parched earth, cracked open

with gashes as wide as chopsticks, revealing strips of yellowish-brown rotting flesh, from which yellowish-white pus still oozed,

emitting a foul stench, making him look both terrifying and disgusting!

Murong Ziyan was, after all, a woman. Although she craved blood, it was fresh blood, not this kind of... She was so

disgusted that she almost vomited. She quickly threw down a silver ingot, covered her nose and mouth, and hurried away!

About ten feet away, a ragged but kind-faced old woman

was begging with a dirty little girl of about ten years old. Although the little girl's skin was dark from years of wind and sun, her features

were delicate, and Murong Ziyan couldn't help but glance at her twice. Looking around, she saw that the other dozen or so

beggars were all unfamiliar faces. Even just by looking at their eyes, she could tell they

were not Xiao Wuyue.

Murong Ziyan shook her head, feeling incredibly annoyed, and quickly returned to the house.

According to the alluring woman, she was the innkeeper. Around 1 AM the previous night,

she was awakened by a beautiful girl beside a guest. The girl gave her a twenty-tael gold ingot and instructed her to take a

young waiter named Xiao Ba to the inner room of the Moon-Viewing Pavilion in

the The girl specifically instructed them, "If you hear anyone calling outside, cover your heads with the blankets

and answer as I just told you. Try to speak as little as possible, using sounds like 'uh-huh' and 'ah' to appease the person."

The innkeeper, who hadn't earned that much in six months, was overjoyed and readily agreed. After

the beautiful girl left, in her excitement, she couldn't resist indulging in lust. She had no children; it seemed fate

was against her, as all three of her children were daughters. Xiao Ba was handsome and intelligent; he was originally her

distant nephew, adopted by the couple at the age of eight. Over the past two years, her husband's performance in bed had deteriorated, and

the unsatisfied landlady gradually set her sights on her stepson. She would often

flirt with him when no one was around.

Although the landlady was past her prime, she still retained her charm and beauty, making Xiao Ba drool.

Last night, having slept naked together in bed, like dry tinder thrown into a raging fire, how could he resist?

They engaged in a passionate lovemaking session! Although their pleasure was frequently interrupted by Murong Ziyan's interference, they still managed to reach

their climax five times before falling into a deep sleep, exhausted, until they were awakened by the loud noise of Murong Ziyan kicking down the door.

Murong Ziyan then realized! It turned out that the beautiful woman in palace attire had been using a ruse, a mix of reality and illusion

, to create a false sense of security, and had already slipped away in the dark while her men were becoming less vigilant. The

adulterous couple had completely captivated her attention, and she hadn't even noticed!

Enraged, Murong Ziyan immediately ordered her men to arrest the manager of Yuebinlou Restaurant. She forced his wife to

repeatedly seduce Xiao Ba into having sex with her in front of her husband. Watching the young boy thrust his tender penis into his wife's

pubic area again and again, causing her to moan and groan, the manager was filled with shame and

rage !

Murong Ziyan even made the wife sit on top of the boy, her vagina enveloping his penis, feeding him while they engaged

in intercourse…

After they finished, Murong Ziyan subtly nodded, and Fei Shuang, understanding her intent, flicked her wrist.

A flash of traced a graceful arc before returning to its sheath in the blink of an eye. A few moments later, Xiao Ba's head

rolled on the ground!

This was a rule Murong Ziyan had upheld for many years: anyone who dared to deceive her would be killed without mercy! Of course, Xiao Ba

wasn't entirely innocent; this was perhaps retribution for his greed and lust.

Murong Ziyan harbored an even more wicked plan to punish the landlady, and ordered Feishuang to send men to take her away.

Next, Murong Ziyan ordered a city-wide search, sparing even the county government office. As a result,

chaos erupted in Mianchi City. A group of fierce-looking masked men forcibly broke into homes, ransacking them and

repeatedly asking, "Have you seen a masked woman with a boy of fourteen or fifteen?"

Fortunately, these men didn't rob anything, nor did they rape women like the bandits they had encountered before.

The entire morning was spent searching the small town, but there was still no trace of the palace-dressed beauty and Xiao Wuyue;

the two, along with Ying'er and the other two women, seemed to have vanished into thin air! The experts from the Dragon Battle Brigade had already left during the night.

How could the county government's constables and yamen runners be a match for the elite guards? Everyone fled at the first sign of trouble. The county magistrate was dragged

to and forced to watch helplessly as the masked bandits searched his backyard. He secretly wondered

if these men were envoys from the Embroidered Robe Pavilion, here to seize his embezzled funds. He trembled with fear!

Due to the commotion, and fearing it would alert the authorities, Murong Ziyan ordered a retreat, continuing

her search for Xiao Wuyue to the east.

This round of fighting was a crushing defeat for Murong Ziyan. She failed to rescue her target and suffered heavy losses, losing nearly five

hundred elite guards and sustaining injuries herself.

A commander adept at learning from experience, she concluded that the lessons learned from this defeat were:

firstly, she had underestimated the enemy and acted rashly, repeatedly falling into ambushes; secondly, the enemy was powerful and well-prepared.

The most powerful armed organization in the Central Plains, with its strict discipline and excellent teamwork, is indeed not easy to deal with and is a

formidable opponent that should not be underestimated!

Of course, she failed to summarize the most important factor, which was Wu Yue's influence. Having experienced countless battles

and repeatedly escaped death, Murong Ziyan, who had crawled out of piles of corpses several times, has always been both intelligent and brave

. How could she be a reckless brute?

The reason she was so agitated in this operation was entirely because Wu Yue was in enemy hands, and the beautiful woman in palace attire had used

various means to provoke her, making it impossible for her to calm down and make a correct

judgment . If there were another hostage exchange, she would definitely make the same mistake again!

However, this round of confrontation was not entirely fruitless for Murong Ziyan. At least the mysterious

figure had made an appearance. The Rakshasa Gate's intelligence organization, the "Black Eagle Hall," is known for its high efficiency. After extensive investigation, all

indications suggest that this beautiful woman in palace

attire is of extraordinary origin and noble status, known as "Lady Yunmeng." The Heavenly Gate under her control possesses immense power; even the Emperor's secret service, the Embroidered Robe Pavilion, dares not provoke her. However, the location of her stronghold

remains a mystery.

Murong Ziyan has already witnessed Lady Yunmeng's martial arts skills; they are almost on

par with her own. Aside from lacking the combat experience of someone with countless battles, they are nearly equal in every other aspect. Moreover, Lady Yunmeng is extremely cunning,

resourceful, and ruthless. Although she has never seen her face, Murong Ziyan senses that she must be

a stunningly beautiful woman, which is Murong Ziyan's greatest concern.

"I hope Wuyue's soul won't be bewitched by this woman!" Murong Ziyan thought to herself.

Another problem that troubled Murong Ziyan was that she couldn't find any weakness in this so-called Lady Yunmeng.

Although she possessed great power, she couldn't find a way to attack her. So she had to

settle for second best and set her sights on the Earth Gate, a sect controlled by the Heavenly Gate, hoping to find

more clues about Lady Yunmeng there.

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