After returning to the capital, the eldest daughter saved her entire clan with her medical skills.

Chapter 278 (2 words added)

It was an exquisitely crafted hand warmer, its body meticulously crafted from the finest brass, its surface smooth as a mirror, radiating a subtle metallic sheen. The lid was engraved with intricate patterns, making it seem like a precious work of art. These patterns were delicate and intricate; some resembled blooming flowers, vibrant and beautiful; others resembled graceful birds poised for flight; still others were like winding vines, intertwined and entwined. On one side of the hand warmer was a round gemstone, its vibrant color dazzling, like a glittering star in the night sky. When she gently lifted the hand warmer, she could feel its heavy weight, as if bearing the weight of time and the craftsman's painstaking efforts. As she ventured deeper into the space, the surrounding environment became increasingly wondrous. Ancient architecture, exotic plants, and various rare animals appeared in her vision. These creatures seemed to possess a unique spirituality; they gazed at Xue Ruanruan with gentle eyes, as if welcoming this unexpected guest. The climate in the border regions is exceptionally cold, as if the entire world is frozen in ice and snow. The biting wind howls and sweeps in like a ferocious beast, mercilessly tearing at people's clothes and skin. The land is a vast expanse of white, covered in thick snow, blanketing mountains, rivers, and plains, evoking the ancient poem: "Birds have vanished from a thousand mountains, human tracks have disappeared from ten thousand paths." In this frigid land, temperatures often drop to tens of degrees below zero or even lower. The biting cold seems to freeze the air itself; each breath feels icy, penetrating the chest. Every step makes a crunching sound underfoot—the sound of snow being compacted. Looking around, only the monotonous color of white remains, instilling a sense of endless loneliness. Yet, even in such harsh conditions, the brave border soldiers remain steadfast at their posts, undeterred. They wear heavy cotton clothing, hats, and gloves, but even these offer little protection against the biting cold. Their faces were frosty, their lips purple, yet they maintained a high level of vigilance and focus. With unwavering will and tenacious perseverance, they guarded the borders of their motherland, defending the nation's dignity and territorial integrity. The Xue Family Army—a fearsome and renowned iron-blooded force! They were like a surging torrent, creating turbulent waves wherever they went; like a pack of fierce and fearless tigers, their descent from the mountains shook the earth! This army was renowned for its exceptional combat power and indomitable fighting spirit, becoming an indelible nightmare for countless enemies. The soldiers of the Xue Family Army were all battle-hardened and fearless, tempered by blood and fire, possessing an iron will and an indomitable fighting spirit. No matter how powerful the enemy, they were fearless, charging forward with their lives to defend the nation's dignity and honor. On the battlefield, the Xue Family Army always charged into battle, bravely fighting the enemy. Their tactics were flexible and varied, their teamwork seamless, often defeating their opponents by surprise. Their weapons and equipment were excellent, their training superb, every movement brimming with power and skill. When they brandished their swords, the whole world seemed to tremble; when they unleashed a rain of arrows, it was like a sky full of stars falling to earth. In that distant and mysterious era, there lived a woman named Xue Ruanruan. She was as gentle and beautiful as the first ray of morning sunlight, yet possessed a steadfast and courageous heart. However, one day, this remarkable beauty suddenly vanished from sight, as if blown away without a trace by an invisible wind. As the carriage traveled further and further away, a cloud of dust rose into the air. The dust seemed to carry a mysterious aura, filling people with curiosity and imagination about this legendary figure. Suddenly, the carriage stopped. In the middle of the road ahead stood a ragged old man, his face haggard, his eyes revealing despair and pain. Murong Xun lifted the curtain and sized up the old man. He keenly sensed that the old man's health was unusually poor. The moment he stepped into the mansion, a long-lost sense of warmth washed over him. The flowers, plants, and trees in the courtyard were still lush and verdant, exuding a refreshing fragrance; the koi in the pond swam happily, as if welcoming their master's return. Xue Ruanruan strolled through the courtyard, feeling the warmth and tranquility of home, and her unease gradually dissipated. At this moment, Xue Ruanruan knew that no matter how unpredictable the outside world might be, this would always be her most solid harbor and the refuge of her soul. The carriage Murong Xun was riding in was entirely crafted from precious ebony wood, its body carved with exquisite cloud patterns, showcasing its owner's noble and extraordinary status. The shafts and wheels were meticulously polished, smooth as a mirror, as if capable of reflecting everything around them.