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

Although winter has passed, the weather in the southwest is still cold, especially at night when it rains on the sea. When the fog recedes, the waves rise turbulently, like two armies facing off. The cold rain lashes against your face, stinging like knives.

Dense figures and gleaming blades converged on the southwest waterline as Xie Yan's army retreated northwards, launching an attack on the Shangliang forces.

On the foremost warship, the two men fighting on the bow have been engaged in a battle that has lasted for more than half an incense stick's time.

Xie Yan couldn't get close to the warship, so he ordered the sailors in the small boats behind to take the lead, forcing the Shangliang army to retreat and contain the right wing of the army. With the enemy attacking from all sides, three hundred archers all aimed at the sturdy hull of the ship.

The icy ice penetrated deep into the bottom of the ship's cabin, stirring up thick dust and water vapor.

The rain grew heavier and heavier, and the lightning overhead illuminated the battle between the two armies. Even the crows in the sky were pierced by the dense rain of spears, and the sounds of the fierce fighting were incessant.

Ning Yu's body was about to give way. She stood on the wet, slippery, and shiny stern of the ship, her knife covered in blood.

She looked at Murong Huang, who seemed determined to cling to her, and the murderous intent in his eyes burned like boiling water.

Murong Huang was unarmed, and when he fought her in close combat, he specifically tried to snatch the knife from her hand. Ning Yu knew that once she was unarmed, she would soon be unable to hold on, so she could only dodge his attacks.

The two figures darted around the stern of the boat. Murong Huang's aura was soaring, and his attacks were as fast as lightning. She struggled to dodge, her hands taut over the rope.

Upon hearing Xie Yan's voice, he was released in a flash, and the person on the other side caught him.

Xie Yan wanted to bring her over, but Murong Huang on the other side obviously wouldn't let her go. Ignoring the arrows attacking from behind, he leaped up and grabbed the rope hanging in the air.

His eyes hardened, and ignoring the obstruction from the people on the boat, he leaped up and used the rope to jump in front of the two men, his movements as fast as lightning.

"Ayu, you go first."

Ning Yu hadn't expected him to be so bold. She glanced at the hundreds of men surrounding them and was so excited that she didn't know what to say.

The soldiers of Great Xia naturally couldn't just watch Xie Yan die. Under the full force of the attack, the two warships collided, instantly creating waves. The soldiers charged forward, shouting to kill these bastards.

Ning Yu looked wearily at the fighting men and horses, then glanced at the distant frontline battlefield.

The resounding bugle calls of the charge were deafening, and in a daze, she seemed to see Xie Jingchen staring at her.

Perhaps in Xie Jingchen's eyes, it would be best if Xie Yan and Murong Huang both died here, so he could reap the benefits.

After all, with Murong Huang dead in Daxia, the Shangliang court had even more reason to start a war, and Xie Xun would be too busy to pay attention to him.

If it weren't for saving her, Xie Yan wouldn't have led his troops to Beihai. Now is not a good time to start a war. Ning Yu was very annoyed, and looking at Murong Huang's face made her even more annoyed.

She glanced at the unfathomable seawater, watching Xie Yan's retreating figure. Her heart felt as if it had been thrown into a hard, stubborn rock beneath the ice. This shouldn't have happened; she shouldn't have asked Xie Yan for help.

Xie Jingchen's army charged forward bit by bit, and the battlefield at the front line was completely torn apart, with countless crossbows whistling through the air.

Murong Huang didn't want to get entangled with Xie Yan here. He knew that once reinforcements arrived, the people of Shangliang would be the first to be hit.

So he didn't fight Xie Yan at all, nimbly dodging the attack, picking up the long knife from the ground and slashing towards the rope.

The broadsword, imbued with internal energy, slashed down. The wooden rope could not withstand such an impact; one end of the arrow's fletching snapped instantly, and Ning Yu nearly fell, but he grabbed her and pulled her back.

She swung her sword, and the bright white light was even more dazzling than the lightning overhead. For a moment, Murong Huang felt as if he had almost gone blind.

He was accidentally stabbed in the back, and immediately coughed up blood. He grabbed the person in front of him and rolled away to avoid the attack.

Xie Yan sheathed his sword, grabbed the attendant's hand, and a crisp cracking sound of bones breaking rang out. In an instant, the bloodthirsty Shangliang guards charged at him, attacking in unison, their bodies intertwining at lightning speed.

Murong Huang was able to escape from the ferry with ruthless people by his side, especially the female general. When she saw the injured crown prince, she ordered her men to surround the Xia soldiers who wanted to board the ship, and exchanged a few glances with the assassins beside her.

The moment Ning Yu was knocked down by Murong Huang, she darted away, saw the female general's hand gesture, and disregarded the pain in her stomach. She rushed over in a flash, her bloodied knife piercing through the vanguard, and turned around.

"Xie Yan, behind you."

Xie Yan had noticed that something was wrong with those people, but he hadn't expected Ning Yu to rush out and save him.

The chilling glint of the sword almost touched his pores. With a flick of his wrist, the sword swept across as if it had eyes, and the wild dog's convulsing body collapsed to the ground.

Suddenly, a palm strike came at her. Ning Yu couldn't dodge in time, and the knife in her sleeve was aimed directly at it.

The tall figure that rushed towards her in an instant pulled her away, taking the blow himself.

The ship took on water, turning the world upside down. The ship rocked violently as the fighting raged, and large numbers of soldiers were closing in on him.

Xie Yan was already used to this kind of battle. He steadied himself with his sword and grabbed her, throwing her onto the Great Xia ship.

Ning Yu knew she couldn't hold on any longer, so she instinctively protected her stomach and leaped towards the opposite warship.

But at that moment, Murong Huang, who was originally at the back, suddenly appeared at the stern of the ship and attacked her with another palm strike.

With a soft splash, Ning Yu couldn't withstand the impact. Her body, which was suspended in the air above the sea, arched up and she coughed up blood. In the instant she fell, she threw out the rope with all her might, hooked it around his waist, and pulled hard.

The cold wind blew past their robes, and the icy wind and rain were like howling wild beasts. With two splashes, their entangled figures were quickly plunged into the bottomless abyss, where the icy seawater instantly and mercilessly swallowed them both.

"A-Yu!"

"Crown Prince!!"

A deathly silence fell. Everyone who witnessed the scene instinctively held their breath, utterly shocked and bewildered.

Just then, rows of torches burning pine resin spread across the sea, and warships with their tails indistinct sailed in like a massive army pressing in.

The lead warship was moving extremely fast. When everyone looked back, they saw the black flags hanging on the sails fluttering in the wind, and the shadowy figures on either side were as agile as fierce jungle beasts.

The man, wearing a cloak, stood at the front, his face obscured by an umbrella held up behind him. Thousands of bright torches illuminated the empty battlefield of Beihai, where the fighting was fierce, and the surroundings were so quiet you could hear a pin drop.