On the official road, there was a mad horse, like a dragon breaking free of its restraints, its hooves churning and kicking up clouds of dust, unable to stop, as if its heart was filled only with endless galloping and struggle.
A carriage carrying terror and panic swayed and rocked behind them, its wooden planks groaning from the violent shaking, as if it might fall apart at any moment.
Behind the out-of-control carriage was a group of assassins dressed in black with black masks on their faces, relentlessly pursuing it.
Soon, the carriage, like a black lightning bolt, rushed into the dense and secluded bamboo forest.
A gust of wind rustled the bamboo leaves.
With each ramming of the frenzied carriage, the bamboo in the bamboo forest bent over, making a creaking sound.
The assassins dressed in black rushed into the bamboo forest without hesitation.
Their figures moved swiftly through the bamboo forest, the sharp blades in their hands gleaming coldly. Sometimes they disappeared behind the bamboo leaves, and sometimes they suddenly appeared, like phantoms in the bamboo forest, making them unpredictable.
Suddenly, the horse stopped.
A woman descended from the sky, dressed in white, like a fairy in the clouds. Her graceful figure landed lightly on the carriage. In her hand she held a long sword that gleamed coldly. Her expression was indifferent, yet she inexplicably reminded people of a celestial maiden from beyond the nine heavens, who had descended to the mortal world at this moment.
Time seemed to stand still because of her appearance. When the assassins saw her, they suddenly lined up and stopped moving.
Ahri said expressionlessly, "Let's leave. We won't kill anyone."
The assassins exchanged a glance, then turned and left.
Ah Li leaped off the carriage. As soon as she pulled up the curtain, someone inside unleashed a palm strike aimed at her face.
Of course, Ahri doesn't want to be proven wrong.
So, when the man's large hand came over, she dodged backward.
The slap missed its mark.
The next second, a sobbing voice came from inside the carriage, "Murong Mingyue! You saw it with your own eyes now, didn't you? There are still people who won't let me go, even though I've divorced you, they still want to kill me!"
Ahri stood silently beside the carriage.
She is not Murong Mingyue, she is Murong Mingli.
The original owner was the younger sister of Murong Mingyue, the owner of Murong Manor. Because the two were twins and looked alike, she always wore a mask and never let outsiders know that she looked like the owner.
In the past, she was the one who did the things that Murong Mingyue couldn't do herself, and she was the one who touched the men that Murong Mingyue didn't want to touch.
She is Murong Mingyue's double, her shadow, and the knife in her hand.
Now, Murong Mingyue is poisoned, poisoned by her white moonlight, the cinnabar mole.
She regretted it.
Therefore, she asked the original owner to escort her husband.
This world is not matriarchal, but some powerful families still place great importance on women.
In aristocratic families where women held sway, there were women who married out and men who married into the family.
Later, the original owner was poisoned to death by Murong Mingyue because she hired a master to prolong her life, and she was willing to use the lives of her closest relatives to prolong her life.
The original owner was caught off guard by Murong Mingyue and was killed instantly.
“I am also a young lady of Murong Manor. My strength is no less than hers. Why can’t I take her place!”
The original owner appeared in the carriage, her illusory shadow close to the face of the person inside. Her gaze fell below his collar, and she looked at Ah Li, "I'll force myself on him. I'm going to take everything from her, including this person!"
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