The improved female villains regained their memories.

“Go, do what you have to do.” Her voice was low and calm, with an undeniable strength. “No matter what happens, we will stand by his side. But first, we must do our own thing.”

"Yes, Mother."

Shi Guijia didn't turn around, but simply nodded slightly. Her figure appeared exceptionally lonely in the moonlight, yet it carried an indescribable strength.

Outside the window, the night was deep, dotted with starlight. A gentle breeze brought coolness, but it couldn't dispel the complex emotions permeating the air.

Yang Luo stood there, watching her mother's back, a feeling she couldn't quite describe welling up inside her.

She knew that no matter what lay ahead, she had to keep going.

Because this is her choice, and also the path she and her mother share.

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Yang Luoyi's heart was filled with complex emotions, like a tangled mess of knots, impossible to unravel.

She so wished her father could recall his past memories. If he could, he would understand that Ye Buxin and Jiang Mochang were not the only special ones.

There was another person, the girl who changed her name to Zhi Zixun, who had been waiting for him and never gave up.

However, when she heard Yang Pingsheng calmly reply, "Yes, my memories have all returned," her heart sank.

It's a pity he was lying.

Yang Luoyi, who has been reborn, has lost the ability to distinguish between truth and falsehood, but she can still sense that Yang Pingsheng's answer is a lie and that he has not regained his memory at all.

"Is that so?" she murmured softly, her tone unconsciously carrying a sense of loss and helplessness.

Just as my mother said.

Yang Luo put down the fruit in her hand and turned her head to the side again, avoiding Yang Pingsheng's gaze.

Her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes, and she gently bit her lip, feeling sorry for her mother.

The room fell silent for a moment, with only the gentle breeze from outside the window bringing a touch of coolness.

Yang Luoyi felt as if a huge boulder was pressing on her heart, making it hard for her to breathe.

She finally couldn't hold back any longer, raised her head, looked directly at Yang Pingsheng, and said in a trembling voice, "Yang Pingsheng, I want to ask you a question."

Yang Pingsheng remained calm as he looked at her, his deep eyes seemingly able to see through everything. Had his Dao True Mark already discerned her thoughts? Yang Luoyi had no idea.

She only heard him say calmly, "Ask away."

So she asked, her voice tinged with suppressed emotion: "In your eyes, who exactly is Mother?"

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In Yang Pingsheng's mind, the name Shi Guijia was always closely associated with the word "pride".

She was like a proud peacock, always holding her head high and never bowing to anyone.

Her pride was not the kind of superficial arrogance, but rather stemmed from her inherent resilience and indomitable spirit.

Yang Pingsheng still remembered how the royal family had monopolized the art of weapon forging, keeping its secrets firmly in their hands, making it inaccessible to ordinary people. However, Shi Guijia refused to succumb to this constraint. She resolutely rebelled against the royal family, abandoning her enviable status and position, and choosing her own path.

She spread the art of weapon crafting, breaking the royal monopoly, and even personally crafted a ninth-grade magical artifact, shocking the world.

Her pride, like a sharp sword, pierced through the shackles that tried to suppress her. Her radiance could only be fully revealed in the sunlight, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at her.

Yang Pingsheng stood by the window, his gaze piercing through the shadows of the trees outside, and he seemed to see Shi Guijia's figure. She was always so upright and confident; nothing in the world could make her bow her head.

Her pride is both her armor and her weakness.

"I shouldn't have dragged her down," Yang Pingsheng murmured. He knew that Shi Guijia's pride was her most precious thing, but he had to make her face pressure and choices that she shouldn't have to bear.

He recalled their conversation, and Shi Guijia's voice was still clear: "Yang Pingsheng, I don't need anyone's pity or protection. I have my own path, and I will walk it myself."

Her tone was firm, and her eyes held an unwavering resolve. At that moment, Yang Pingsheng knew that she would never yield, never compromise.

However, reality is often cruel. Shi Guijia's pride ultimately led her to be drawn into this conflict.

Her radiance was obscured by dark clouds, and her path was entangled in thorns.

Villains are like an ancient curse, bearing its name and destined to be at odds with the world.

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Yang Luoyi's brows furrowed tightly, and a complex light flickered in his eyes.

She understood that Yang Pingsheng's answer did not stem from the recovery of his memory, but rather from his insight into the essence of the matter. This insight made her feel powerless, because she could not get the answer she wanted from him.

She pressed on, unwilling to give up, "Is it just regret that you dragged her into this? Is that all there is to it?"

Her voice unconsciously carried a hint of suppressed anger, trying to tear away Yang Pingsheng's disguise.

She stood up abruptly, her gaze fixed on Yang Pingsheng's back as he stood by the window, her tone filled with resentment: "Jiang Mochang orchestrated everything, yet you say it was you who dragged Mother into this. So, you admit that you planned all of this before, right?"

Yang Pingsheng remained silent for a long time, seemingly forced to carefully consider his answer because of the appearance of the name "Jiang Mochang". After a long while, he slowly spoke: "You can interpret it however you want."

"I can interpret it however I want?" Yang Luoyi's voice trembled, a hint of disbelief flashing in her eyes. "If you care so much about Jiang Mochang, then why did you agree to Wen Shihan and the others' plan? Yang Pingsheng, what are you thinking!?"

Yang Pingsheng frowned slightly, but his tone remained calm: "Luo Yi, calm down."

"What do you mean, 'calm down'!" Yang Luoyi's voice suddenly rose, her emotions almost spiraling out of control. She thought of a possibility, and trembled with rage: "Mother has done so much for you, she's been waiting for you all this time, and what have you done? You've taken advantage of your increased strength and won't even tell the truth! You know perfectly well that if you just tell the truth, Mother and I will definitely stand by your side!"

Yang Pingsheng's expression remained calm, but a barely perceptible tremor flashed in his eyes.

He was silent for a moment, then sighed: "Luo Yi, which of my words wasn't the truth?"

"Hmph, you know the answer yourself." Yang Luo sneered, her tone laced with sarcasm. "I won't mention the you of the past or the you of now. I just want to know what path you've chosen for yourself, one that even we can't tell you!"

Her voice was choked with emotion, her eyes welled up with tears, and her fingers were clenched into fists as if she were trying her best to suppress her inner feelings.

Before Yang Pingsheng could respond, Qi Feng finally couldn't help but jump out: "Luo Yi, calm down, Pingsheng didn't lie."

"Shut up, you damn cat, what's it to you!" Yang Luo suddenly turned her head, glaring at Qi Feng with eyes full of anger. "I think you two are in cahoots, working together in the same evil!"

Qi Feng's eyes widened, his mustache bristling with anger: "Dead...dead cat? Damn it, how could you..."

"I'm talking to my father, what are you interrupting for?!" Yang Luo shouted angrily, then suddenly raised his hand, wanting to attack Qi Feng.

However, Yang Pingsheng swiftly grabbed her wrist, bringing her to an abrupt halt.

"Alright, Luo Yi, stop fooling around." Yang Pingsheng's voice was gentle but carried an irresistible force.

He gently stroked her hair with his other hand, his tone soothing: "I know what's wrong with you. Once this is over, my mother and I will have dinner with you, okay?"

This time, he did not use the name "Xiao Jia".

Yang Luoyi deflated like a punctured balloon, her tense emotions instantly relaxing. She pursed her lips, her eyes still filled with resentment, but no longer aggressive.

"Fine, if you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask." She widened her eyes, glaring at Yang Pingsheng, her tone stubborn: "I'll stay by your side for a while. If you need any help, just tell me, okay?"

Her intentions were obvious—both to help and to keep an eye on things for Shi Guijia, preventing the female villains from getting close.

Yang Pingsheng looked at her, a hint of doting smile in his eyes, and nodded gently: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

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My daughter...

Of all the villains, if we're talking about guilt, his feelings for Yang Luoyi are the deepest.

She inherited Shi Guijia's will, traversing various worlds and shouldering burdens that are unimaginable to ordinary people.

Without her, the female villains wouldn't have gathered in the main world; without her, Yang Pingsheng in the new world wouldn't have been able to escape either.

Her existence is like an invisible thread, connecting all causes and effects.

Now, Yang Pingsheng possesses the essence of the Great Dao True Mark, enabling him to see through the essence of many things. He clearly senses that Yang Luoyi's greatest dream is nothing more than to have a meal with him and Shi Guijia.

That seemingly simple wish was the most persistent thought deep within her soul. Even though it was just a few fragments of the original owner's soul, that obsession was stronger than the ambition of any villain.

She was truly a wonderful child—resilient, persistent, brave, and even a little naive. But he wasn't a good father. He couldn't give her a complete family, couldn't let her grow up carefree like other children. Instead, she was forced into one conflict after another, bearing burdens that shouldn't have been hers.

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That's why he felt ashamed and felt he couldn't tell her the truth.

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Tonight, he spent the night with Yang Luoyi.

The magical artifacts don't need to sleep, but she still closed her eyes and nestled close to Yang Pingsheng.

When that road ends and a new world arrives, she will surely find happiness.

Yang Pingsheng believed this.

Whether it's her, Shi Guijia, Wen Shihan, Luo Benmo, Su Murong... he believes that all the villains will find happiness.

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The morning sun shines into the courtyard, and a gentle breeze brings a refreshing scent.

Yang Pingsheng pushed open the door and stepped out, followed closely by Yang Luoyi.

She followed him like a little tail, hopping and skipping, with an innocent smile on her face, as if the questioning and argument of last night had never happened.

"Father, I'm hungry!" She looked up, her voice clear and bright, just like a seven-year-old girl, her eyes full of anticipation.

Yang Pingsheng looked down at her and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine!" she replied with a grin, then added, "I like anything my father makes!"

"Should we call your mother over for dinner?"

"That's not a good idea. My mother said she's gone into seclusion."

Yang Luo pouted, then laughed, hanging on Yang Pingsheng's back like a little kangaroo, and said coquettishly, "Father, carry me!"

Qi Feng squatted to the side, watching this scene, and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

It felt like its eyes were about to go blind; the aggressive Yang Luoyi from last night seemed like a mere illusion. It decided to find a place to hide before Luo Benmo and she started fighting. After all, it was enough that Yang Pingsheng had been implicated; it didn't want to be implicated as well.

"Father, I want to eat grilled fish!" Yang Luoyi said with a grin as she climbed onto Yang Pingsheng's back.

"Isn't either of them fine?"

"You can suddenly stop thinking about it."

"Are you having grilled fish so early in the morning?" Yang Pingsheng asked somewhat helplessly.

"Is it okay?" She blinked.

“Okay.” Yang Pingsheng nodded.