The improved female villains regained their memories.

The important question is, what about Yang Pingsheng's attitude?

In that dream, she killed Fusu, Li Zhujun, and Zhou Jinyu...

After their falling out, they fought each other until the female villains appeared one after another.

She suddenly wondered if telling Yang Pingsheng would be a mistake, but her pride wouldn't allow her to back down.

"Is that so? Then, what do you think?" Ye Buxin asked in a cold tone.

Without the slightest hesitation, she heard Yang Pingsheng's firm voice: "I want you."

".......Why?"

She was a little stunned, and by the time she came to her senses, she was already in Yang Pingsheng's arms.

"I want you, Clothheart."

"No matter what, I don't want to break ties with you."

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Emotions surged like waves, engulfing everything.

A person who desperately craves emotion, and a monster who possesses only extreme emotions.

"...You bastard."

Ye Buxin turned around and hugged Yang Pingsheng tightly. She was afraid that she would feel the urge to cry for the first time. She didn't know if it was due to the influence of the dream or the impulsiveness of her own personality.

It's as if something lost has returned.

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She's the one who should be afraid.

She was afraid of everything in her dreams, terrified of everything in her dreams.

In her dream, her confidant married Zhou Jinyu and forgot about her in the darkness.

In her dream, her confidant turned against her with blades and buried her in a grave.

In her dream, her confidant fought with her, forgetting her in the Great Ruins.

Perhaps the one who is truly afraid is her.

Her throat bobbed, and tears inexplicably welled up. The multiple emotions evoked by the dream were too much for even Ye Buxin to bear.

She then realized that she was not nearly as strong or as calm as she thought.

She seems to be becoming more and more like a human being.

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"I'm sorry, Pingsheng, I'm so sorry..."

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She regretted it.

She regretted the path in her dream after she woke up.

No matter how much she denies it, no matter how much she resists it, regret is regret.

Fortunately, she hasn't embarked on that path yet.

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The next morning, the frail Ye Buxin disappeared and returned to her proud self.

She had a frank talk with Yang Pingsheng and got the answer she wanted.

If she really did that, Yang Pingsheng would definitely turn against her.

"You betrayed me for those people!" Ye Buxin was furious.

"...That's your dream, not mine." Yang Pingsheng said speechlessly, "Besides, if you really did that, wouldn't you be deceiving me too? Then I'd like to ask you, what have I become in your heart?"

"I apologized in my dream, but you still stabbed me with a knife!"

"Don't try to shift the blame onto me for your own dream. Besides, who was the person who cried and apologized to me last night?"

"Yang Pingsheng, go to hell!"

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After a bit of playful fighting, Ye Buxin explained her arrangements in Baiyue and said that she would never lie to Yang Pingsheng again.

Yang Pingsheng generously forgave Ye Buxin's actions. Of course, as an apology, he was given the opportunity to order Ye Buxin around unconditionally.

So what should they do now? The two discussed it and found it quite difficult.

If everything in the dream is real, then that old bastard Guiguzi had already made his move when Princess Wang was still alive. He taught them for so many years, and the hidden places he set up are countless. As long as Yang Pingsheng and Ye Buxin continue to associate with their senior brother and the others, they will eventually become the chosen ones and embark on their own paths.

As long as they continue to meddle in world affairs, sooner or later they will break apart due to their differing ideologies.

“In that case, why don’t we just not get involved?” Yang Pingsheng said calmly.

"Hmm?" Ye Buxin looked at Yang Pingsheng strangely, then understood what he meant.

The best way to escape a secluded place is to make no choice but to stay away.

If they try to combine this, they will lose that; if they try to combine that, they will lose this. Since that's the case, they might as well choose nothing and simply quit.

With the knowledge they gained in their dreams and Ye Buxin's talent, the two of them will eventually be able to roam freely and escape the main world.

"Are you serious?" Ye Buxin said in surprise, "Even if we can escape the main world, judging from the situation in the dream, we will die no matter where we go after the Taixu merges."

The merger of Taixu is a process of recreating everything. Once the merger is complete, even if they create small worlds within Taixu, they will be annihilated along with it.

"What's wrong with that?" Yang Pingsheng asked with a smile.

"Let others do the work of saving the world. I'd rather face the end of the world with you than break ties with you."

Ye Buxin was stunned.

She was somewhat confused. On the one hand, she was unwilling to live in seclusion like this, but on the other hand, the friendship she had chosen was one she absolutely could not abandon.

If you try to combine this, you'll lose that; if you try to combine that, you'll lose this. Damn it, didn't she say she wouldn't choose anything? How did she end up choosing something else?

She realized something and her eyes widened suddenly: "Damn it, Yang Pingsheng, you bastard, you set me in a secluded place?"

Yang Pingsheng smiled slyly: "Good to know, hurry up and choose."

You fucking bastard!

Ye Bu, in a fit of anger, lunged at Yang Pingsheng again, but was easily restrained by the other man.

"OK OK."

His tone was like coaxing a child.

"Let's not argue anymore, okay, just for my sake?"

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Ultimately, they chose to retire from public life.

On the day they left the young master's residence, Fusu personally escorted their carriage from the city to the outskirts.

The twilight, as dark as ink, bathed the forest path in its light.

Fusu rode his horse forward, its hooves clattering over the moss-covered stone slabs with a dull thud.

Two rows of crooked pine and cypress trees cast long shadows, their gnarled roots breaking through the cracks in the stone slabs and shattering the last few intact bluestone pieces.

The wind rustles through the treetops, like the lingering sound of chimes from a distant palace, or a silent farewell.

A gray rabbit darted out of the pile of decaying leaves, kicking up bits of soil that rolled into the cracks in the rocks, startling a few birds that were roosting there.

The carriage slowly came to a stop. Yang Pingsheng lifted the curtain and stepped down using a footstool. He looked up at Fusu, his eyes filled with a mixture of apology and relief: "Senior Brother, this is enough."

Fusu reined in his horse, his gaze passing over Yang Pingsheng and landing on the carriage window. Ye Buxin was coldly watching this scene through the crack in the window, her face hidden in shadow, only her eyes gleaming like cold stars.

The moment she met Fusu's gaze, she puffed out her cheeks, turned her head to the side in a huff, and then waved her hand, obscuring the car window with a thin layer of fog, making it impossible to see what was inside.

Fusu smiled helplessly and turned to look at Yang Pingsheng: "It seems that you really were trying to get information from me that day. I thought you were going to do something earth-shattering, but I didn't expect it to be just about going into seclusion."

Yang Pingsheng also smiled, his smile carrying a hint of frankness: "Senior Brother, we've already laid everything bare. You've always been wary of Ye Buxin, so in that case, let's not let her stay. You can observe our fate once more and see if we've caused you any trouble."

Fusu shook his head, a hint of regret in his eyes: "Your destinies have transcended this world, I can't bear to watch." He sighed, his tone filled with emotion, "It's truly a pity for you, Junior Brother. I've always felt that you could achieve great things."

Yang Pingsheng remained calm, but his gaze was as firm as ever: "Senior Brother, I think that more than any so-called great achievements, I prefer to stay by the side of my beloved. Don't you agree?"

Fusu paused, a flicker of reverie crossing his eyes. Perhaps he was thinking of himself and Meng Ying, those days when they were suffocated by power and responsibility, those unspeakable regrets and helplessness. Suddenly, he threw his head back and burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the woods and startling several roosting crows into flight.

“Yes, junior brother, you’re right.” Fusu clapped his hands and laughed, his laughter carrying a hint of self-deprecation and relief. “So I should envy you. How can a prince or nobleman compare to the carefree life of an immortal living in seclusion in the mountains?”

He laughed loudly, and as he laughed, he began to hum softly "The Woman Says the Rooster Crows." The song was melodious, yet tinged with a touch of desolation, as if it were telling some unspeakable story. As dusk deepened, the wind in the forest swirled fallen leaves, carrying his song into the distance.

The singing was beautiful. Yang Pingsheng looked at the shadows of the nearby jungle, thinking that Meng Ying, who had been following them, could probably hear it clearly as well.

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As dusk deepened, the clouds on the horizon were tinged with a faint purplish-red, like ink stains blurred by time.

Fusu insisted on seeing him off for a while longer, and Yang Pingsheng could not refuse his enthusiasm, so he had no choice but to mount his horse and ride alongside him.

Ye Buxin puffed out her cheeks in anger inside the carriage. With a flick of her finger, she added another layer of protection to the carriage window, and even sealed the curtains tightly with her spiritual power, as if to shut out everything from the outside world.

The wheels of the carriage rolled over the gravel, making a soft, pattering sound. The sound of horses' hooves echoed through the woods, weaving together with the wind to create a somber farewell melody. Yang Pingsheng and Fusu rode side by side, discussing everything from the current political situation at court to the future of the world. Yang Pingsheng knew he could no longer participate in the discussions, but out of concern for his senior brother, he still shared all his thoughts and insights with him.

Fusu listened attentively, nodding occasionally, his eyes flashing with a complex light.

As they reached the hillside, the last rays of the setting sun cast long shadows on their shoulders. Yang Pingsheng reined in his horse and turned to Fusu, saying, "Let's stop here, Senior Brother. Going any further won't be good."

Fusu seemed reluctant to leave, his eyes filled with a hint of reluctance. Yang Pingsheng smiled and said in a relaxed tone, "With Second Senior Brother and Third Senior Sister around, Li Si will definitely not be a match for Eldest Senior Brother."

Mentioning those two, Fusu's expression darkened slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Pingsheng, don't you want to say goodbye to them as well?"

Yang Pingsheng shook his head, gazing into the distance: "It's better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes than to cling together in hardship. Since we've already decided to go into seclusion, it's best to avoid too much involvement."

Fusu remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded: "That makes sense."

The two stood facing each other, the evening breeze blowing, causing their clothes to flutter.

Fusu suddenly bowed solemnly and said, "Junior brother, take care!"

Yang Pingsheng returned the greeting, his tone gentle yet firm: "Senior Brother, you too."