So what if she's my sister-in-law? You seduced me first.

In the pouring rain, the figures of the two fighting quickly became clear. Murong Huang was so agile that he dodged almost instantly, and Ning Yu's knife passed through the air, leaving fine streaks of blood on his neck.

Xie Yan stared in surprise at the two figures in the rain. He didn't care how Ning Yu knew martial arts, and took the opportunity to have his boat quickly approach. A dense rain of arrows swept in, almost engulfing them.

Everyone on board immediately went on guard. Murong Huang's smiling face turned cold and stern. He touched his neck, looked at the bloodstains, looked at Ning Yu, and gave a strange laugh.

Ning Yu was forced to the bow of the ship by his men, with the bottomless sea behind her. She glanced at Xie Yan, who was gradually approaching, and gripped the knife in her hand tightly, refusing to give an inch.

"Make way, everyone."

The surging ranks parted in the middle, and Murong Huang walked out of the crowd step by step. Before Ning Yu could react, he didn't say a word and approached her with lightning speed, like a ghost.

Ning Yu quickly bent over to dodge, but the movement was so big that she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She quickly rolled over to protect her lower abdomen and avoided the attack, then stood up with the small knife as a support.

The cold wind blew through her long black hair, and her face, devoid of makeup, was frighteningly pale.

Murong Huang met her gaze, the sword in his hand crackling with lightning as it hurtled toward her forehead. She spun around and dodged, but in that instant, he struck her from behind, and she nearly fell off the spot due to the impact.

Murong Huang followed too quickly, grabbing her waist and smiling enigmatically, "Not bad martial arts."

Ning Yu was about to throw a punch when the latter grabbed her wrist.

"Still want to fight?"

Just then, Xie Yan, who was about to board the ship, was attacked. Several warships surrounded them from a distance, and a man standing at the bow could be vaguely seen.

Following closely behind were sailors who swiftly approached on sheepskin rafts. The number of them was large, and they were fully armed and armored. Their target was Xie Yan's army.

Under the thin mist, the increasingly chaotic figure came into view, and everyone could see who it was.

Xie Yan looked at Xie Jingchen, who was chasing after him, and his killing intent was about to erupt.

Everyone knows that this kind of storm war, which came out of nowhere, is a human slaughterhouse. Xie Yan wants to kill Xie Jingchen to protect the honor of the Xie family, and Xie Jingchen also wants to kill Xie Yan to take Beihai Pass as soon as possible and attack the capital.

The only onlooker was the Crown Prince of Shangliang, Murong Huang, who stared at the two with a smile and laughed loudly, "Xie Jingchen, you're really too slow. No wonder the throne has been snatched away by someone else."

Xie Jingchen ignored him, slowly shifting his gaze from Xie Yan to look over there, "Flank from both sides, and finish this quickly."

The sounds of internal energy echoed across the sea. Murong Huang raised an eyebrow, not participating in their fight, but merely symbolically ordering the Shangliang troops to block the western waterway.

The battle horns boomed, and someone shouted, signaling the start of the full-scale battle on the sea. Xie Yan had brought a small army, but each soldier was a capable general who could fight three against one. The scene was like boiling water, a life-or-death struggle.

Standing on the bow of the ship, Ning Yu watched the soldiers of the two armies fighting and witnessed the cruelty of war firsthand. She felt a chill run through her body.

"Your face is so pale, are you scared?" A playful voice came from behind. Ning Yu broke free from his grasp and kicked him in return.

Murong Huang, however, had no intention of fighting her. He dodged aside and watched the civil war in the Great Xia with great interest.

As the two groups of men drew near, Ning Yu grabbed the iron hook rope below and swung it down onto Xie Yan's approaching ship.

"Ayu, jump over here, I'll catch you."

Thousands of arrows were fired simultaneously, whistling through the air as they pierced the sky. Murong Huang, seemingly unstoppable, ignored the incoming arrows and leaped forward to grab the figure about to jump over.

The ship was filled with hundreds of soldiers who cleared a path for him. Arrows ripped through the air and were shot down. Ning Yu's body was pulled back from behind as he flew out.

Enraged, she took two steps onto the gunwale, leaned back sharply, grabbed the grappling hook with one arm, and leaped into the air.

The rain howled, and a bolt of lightning ripped through the sky, vaguely illuminating the battle on the sea. Murong Huang leaped up and scooped her up with his hand. In the pitch-black darkness, it seemed as if only the two of them were left fighting one-on-one.

"Your Highness, you can't just leave like this. Wait a little longer."

Xie Yan had no time to spare and seized the opportunity. But just as the ship was about to get close, a golden arrow pierced through the thousands of soldiers and horses and came straight at him.

The moment he dodged, he was immediately pulled back by the strategist behind him and rolled onto the ship behind.

"Your Highness, the young lady is safe on the Shangliang ship. We are now surrounded on both sides. When reinforcements arrive, we can counterattack, kill the Shangliang Crown Prince, and bring the young lady back."

The strategist's words make a lot of sense. The Crown Prince of Shangliang has fled from the ferry in a panic. He only has a few warships, and his troops and weapons are far inferior to theirs. If we break through this opening, we can not only escape but also capture Murong Huang.

Xie Yan didn't want to wait. If he brought Ning Yu back, he could charge out without any fear and wait for the army from within the pass to arrive. Once they quickly surrounded Murong Huang and Xie Jingchen, the war in the southwest would have ended long ago.

A cold, long wind swept across the sky above the North Sea, the mournful sound of wind and rain mingling together. Xie Jingchen sheathed his golden bow and stared at the two figures fighting in the distance with an inscrutable expression.

Is that Ning Yu?

Was the woman who died while crossing the river Ning Yu?

"I heard that the one who died was Xie Xun's woman. I wonder why she became the Crown Prince's wife. No wonder the Crown Prince was in such a hurry to open the ferry and let people in. Maybe our information is wrong."

Xie Jingchen suddenly remembered the people he had seen at the state banquet. A knowing look flashed in his eyes. Looking at her, he couldn't help but think of his beloved.

"That girl is amazing. She caught me with one hand. She's beautiful and knows martial arts. I'm so envious."

A bright, adoring gaze crashed into his heart. Xie Jingchen watched the great battle on the North Sea, his figure standing at the bow of the ship looking somewhat lonely.

How long has it been since he last saw her? He wonders if she is doing well in Ximisa.

Perhaps he shouldn't have been so selfish when he was defeated and forced to leave the palace. If he had sent her back to the Wei family, and she wasn't pregnant, Xie Xun wouldn't have been so ruthless towards her. She could have lived a peaceful life in the Wei family.

But he was afraid—afraid that she would become a weapon used against him, afraid that Xie Xun would take her away to vent his anger.

"Your Highness, the troops of Shangliang are beyond the pass. Shouldn't we continue pursuing them, letting the Shangliang forces fight the Crown Prince, and then reap the benefits?"

"It's too late. Xie Yan's men will be here soon. We must finish this quickly and kill Xie Yan. Those generals inside Beihai Pass are nothing to fear. I am the rightful ruler, and they won't dare to actually raise their swords against me."