The peasant girl has a private space, and her husband is handsome.

Empress Ji Wu of Western Xia and the Imperial Advisor were having dinner in the main hall of Gu's Restaurant when they heard about the incident and rushed to the backyard.

Ji Wu was very nervous. What should she do? Her face hadn't been healed yet. What would happen to her face if Miss Su died?

Gong Yu held Su Qianqian tightly, his eyes red, and said to the Grand Preceptor of Xixia, "Grand Preceptor, please save her. I can give my life for her."

The Grand Preceptor of Western Xia had gained a little weight since he first arrived in Great Qi, but he was still as thin as a sheet of paper.

"I can't save her. I've only lived for a few decades, but that old witch in Nanyue has lived for hundreds of years and has extremely high cultivation."

Su Qianqian floated above the peach tree and could see that her body was surrounded by black mist. She could also hear the cries of a baby, which sounded very sad.

Then she saw Murong Changyu rush into the backyard and immediately raise his dagger to cut his own left wrist.

Su Qianqian clearly saw that the black mist attached to the body immediately flew towards Murong Changyu and disappeared into Murong Changyu's left wrist.

Murong Changyu arrived so promptly because he had received news that the Grand Preceptor of the Southern Yue Kingdom had arrived in the capital. Knowing that the Grand Preceptor would definitely seek revenge for the Seventh Prince, he specially chose to have dinner at Gu's Restaurant. Upon hearing about the incident, he immediately rushed to the backyard.

Fortunately, they arrived just in time.

The reason why the Murong family has been able to stand for hundreds of years is naturally due to its extraordinary nature.

The Murong family dared to live in Nan Yue for a long time, so they must have some understanding of the Nan Yue National Preceptor. Therefore, Murong Changyu knew that he could use blood to draw out the vengeful spirit on Su Qianqian's body.

Blood splattered from his wrist, but he wore a relaxed smile. "Miss Su, these vengeful spirits may have targeted you, but they prefer blood. Miss Su, you saved my life, and I've returned it to you. We're even now. You can never live in my heart again."

He envied Gong Yu. If only he had met Miss Su sooner, he might have had the chance to stand beside her.

After Murong Changyu collapsed, Su Qianqian immediately woke up.

Gong Yu said to Su Qianqian, "Don't be afraid, Xiangming will take good care of you... I'm going to kill the Grand Preceptor of Nanyue. I must kill the Grand Preceptor of Nanyue today, so you won't have to go through a second dangerous situation."

After saying that, he led his men away to settle accounts with the Grand Preceptor of Nan Yue.

Su Qianqian tried to stop it but it was too late.

Ji Wu's face was still full of anger. "This is outrageous! Doesn't Nan Yue know that you are under my protection? I am also going to leave the city. I must kill that old witch from Nan Yue. Only in this way can I save your life. Saving your life is saving my reputation."

After Ji Wu finished speaking, she immediately left with the Western Xia national teacher.

Su Qianqian still felt a little dizzy, so she pinched her leg and felt a little more awake.

Murong Changyu's attendant, Xiao Wu, knelt on the ground, crying particularly miserably.

He had grown up with Murong Changyu since he was a child, and knew that the young master had always believed that he would rather betray the world than let the world betray him.

What they learned was to be ruthless and heartless, and to be the most qualified heir of the Murong family.

Unexpectedly, the young master would lose his life for a girl. It seems that the Murong family's years of education for the young master have been in vain.

Su Qianqian pushed away the weeping guard Xiao Wu and used her hand to test Murong Changyu's breath, finding it to be very weak.

She truly hadn't expected that Murong Changyu, as the future successor of the Murong family, had been taught from a young age to prioritize the family's interests above all else.

Yet he resolutely chose to give his life for her.

Since the other person risked their life to save her, she would do everything in her power to save them as well.

Su Qianqian quickly took out the spiritual spring water from her space, pried open Murong Changyu's mouth, and poured a large cup into his mouth, but found that he showed no signs of waking up.

No, we can't delay any longer; this is a living, breathing life.

Su Qianqian brought Murong Changyu directly into the space, hoping that the spiritual spring water in the space could save Murong Changyu.

They opened the sealed well cover, drew several buckets of spiritual spring water from the well, and threw Murong Changyu, clothes and all, into a large wooden bucket full of spiritual spring water.

Whether he can wake up or not is up to fate.

But she discovered that Murong Changyu remained unresponsive even while submerged in the spiritual spring water.

Su Qianqian discovered that there was still one arm that hadn't been put in. When she immersed Murong Changyu's blood-soaked left wrist into the spiritual spring water, she saw blood and black mist emerge from the wound together.

She heard the black mist howling and wailing in the spiritual spring water, like the sound of dying struggles, or like children crying desperately.

The sound was loud at first, then gradually faded until the black mist completely disappeared, taking about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Xiangming was already used to the girl's unusual behavior, but this was the first time she had seen Murong Changyu's attendant, Xiaowu.

Xiao Wu witnessed Miss Su disappear into thin air with his young master's corpse. It was all too shocking and unbelievable.

He pinched his inner thigh hard, feeling a piercing pain. It was true; Miss Su also knew magic.

As far as he knew, there were only three people in the entire world who knew magic: Master Tianyuan, the old wizard of Nanyue, and the national teacher of Xixia. He never expected that there would be a fourth person in the world who knew magic.

He hoped that Miss Su could save his young master.

After the sound of the black mist disappeared, quite a while passed before Su Qianqian noticed that Murong Changyu had a faint breath, so she immediately brought him out of the space.

"Mo Xiaobei, take Murong Changyu to change into some dry clothes, and then take him back to the Murong family with his entourage."

"Yes, young lady."

When Gong Yu arrived outside the city, the Grand Preceptor of Nan Yue had already left.

The main reason was that the Grand Preceptor of the Southern Yue Kingdom had spent a lot of energy setting up an altar to kill Su Qianqian, and he could not recover in a short period of time, so he set off and left immediately after the spell was completed.

Gong Yu led his men and chased for more than ten miles before finally catching up.

Because there are limits on the number of people a prince can bring on a diplomatic mission, the third prince only brought about two hundred people this time.

Gong Yu ordered: "Everyone, kill them all, leave no one alive."

The poor third prince still thought Su Qianqian was dead. He was still thinking that he could become the crown prince when he returned to Nan Yue.

He figured Gong Yu wouldn't dare kill him, so he jumped off the carriage, raised his chin, and said, "Young Master Gong, you can't kill me, or the Emperor of Daqi won't let you off the hook."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he was struck in the heart by a sword thrown by Gong Yu, falling to the ground with his eyes wide open in death.

If he were given another chance, he would never choose to be enemies with Miss Su again, because those who are enemies with Miss Su never have a good ending.

A quarter of an hour later, Shadow Eleven reported, "Your Highness, everyone has been killed, but we haven't found the old sorcerer of Nan Yue."

Gong Yu and the Western Xia Grand Preceptor searched everywhere, but could not find any trace of the old wizard.

Because in the pitch-black night, the old wizard released a thick black mist, concealing his whereabouts.