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Nangong Shuang sat cross-legged on the bed, her expression vigilant. Although she had temporarily escaped the pursuit of Zheng Yushi, she remained wary of the unfamiliar "helpers" around her. Xiao Zhongyan, the Sixth Prince, and even Fan Lao, who had treated her injuries, were not individuals she could easily trust.
"Nangong Shuang, how do you feel?" Xiao Zhongyan asked softly from outside the door.
"Thank you for your concern, Xiao Gongzi. I am fine now," Nangong Shuang replied calmly, her hand unconsciously brushing over the Plum Blossom Mark on her left wrist. "I am just a bit tired and wish to rest."
"That is understandable. The Sixth Prince has arranged for guards to watch over the area, so you can rest assured. We will discuss our journey to Mei Ying Villa tomorrow." Xiao Zhongyan paused before adding, "If you need anything, just call for me."
Once his footsteps faded away, Nangong Shuang slowly relaxed her body. In just half a day, she had transformed from an unnoticed woman wandering in the capital into a target pursued by powerful figures in court, unexpectedly receiving protection from the Sixth Prince. This rapid change forced her to remain on high alert.
She took out a medicine box she carried with her and examined it carefully. The box was exquisitely crafted with ancient designs engraved with the special emblem of the Nangong Family; it was the only relic she had taken from Nangong Mansion. Inside were silver needles and medicinal pills—her lifeline.
"My father once said that Mei Ying Villa hides the Heavenly Fragrance Life-Extending Technique. If I can find this book, perhaps I can control the Cold Poison within me and uncover the truth from that year..." she murmured softly, a glimmer of determination flashing in her eyes.
As night deepened, fatigue finally overcame her vigilance. Leaning against the headboard, Nangong Shuang drifted into a light sleep.
Dreams surged like a tide, pulling her back to that night of blood and fire ten years ago.
Flames roared, consuming everything in Nangong Mansion. Ten-year-old Nangong Shuang cowered in her mother’s embrace, trembling with fear.
"Madam, hurry!" Old servant Chen Bo shouted hoarsely, his face smeared with blood. "There’s still a chance at the back door!"
"You all go first; I will hold them off!" Her father, Nangong Han, brandished his sword with a grave expression. "Nangong Shuang, remember—no matter what happens, you must survive."
"Father..." Little Nangong Shuang cried with tear-filled eyes, unable to comprehend why her home had suddenly turned into hell on earth.
"Go!" Her mother pulled Nangong Shuang's hand and ran toward the backyard with Chen Bo.
Just as they reached the courtyard, a group of men in black blocked their path. The leader sneered coldly. "Nangong Madam, why struggle? Hand over the Heavenly Fragrance Life-Extending Technique willingly, and we might leave your bodies intact."
"You will not get it!" Her mother shielded Nangong Shuang behind her and shouted fiercely. "The medical texts of the Nangong Family are not something you can covet!"
"In that case, do not blame us for being ruthless!" The Black-Clothed Leader waved his hand, and several assassins closed in.
Her mother and Chen Bo stood back-to-back to protect Nangong Shuang as they fought desperately. For a moment, blades flashed and cries filled the air.
Her mother's martial skills were already mediocre; soon she fell into a disadvantage and was struck by a sword in her shoulder, blood gushing forth.
"Madam!" Chen Bo exclaimed in shock as he fought his way through to create an escape route. "Quickly! Use the secret passage!"
With gritted teeth, her mother pulled Nangong Shuang toward the study.
"What about Father? We can't leave him behind!" Little Nangong Shuang cried out as she tried to turn back.
"Your father has his own plans; there’s no need to worry," her mother said with forced calmness, though her voice was already choked with emotion.
In the study, Mother hurriedly pulled open the bookshelf, revealing a hidden door.
"Nangong Shuang, listen carefully. This secret passage leads outside the city. If you follow it, you will meet an old man who will protect you," she said urgently, taking out a small pouch from her bosom. "Inside is something your father left for you. You must keep it safe; when you grow up, you will understand its significance."
"Mother, I won't go! I want to stay with you!" Little Nangong Shuang clung tightly to her mother's sleeve, tears streaming down her face.
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