The improved female villains regained their memories.

Mu Chaoyang pointed south and said, "The person I want to follow is in the south, so please let me die facing south."

Guan Hongyi couldn't help but be moved: "You..."

However, Mu Chaoyang's mind was made up.

With tears in his eyes, Guan Hongyi drew his sword and pierced Mu Chaoyang's body.

The intense pain intensified, causing him to widen his eyes as the scene of his conversation with Su Murong flashed before his eyes.

"I was born in a small border town like Liuyun City."

"At that time, the barbarians would harass us from time to time. The city lord of Liuyun City did nothing. From top to bottom, everyone only knew how to absorb the barbarians. As for our life or death, they didn't care at all. As long as the barbarians didn't invade the city, that was fine."

"The Five-Colored Powder is used by the entire royal family, officials, and wealthy merchants of the Yan Kingdom. A tiny bit of this white powder is worth enough for a family of five to live on for a year, and even that is not enough for them."

“Brother Chaoyang, you’ve also been through the world, and you’ve seen scenes of people exchanging children to eat. You talk to me about loyalty and righteousness, but I’d like to ask you: if a person only knows about the ruler and not about the people, does that person count as the loyal and righteous person you’re talking about?”

"If destiny were in my hands, I would like to build a very, very big house, that can shelter from the wind and rain, and prepare lots and lots of delicious food inside, so that all the poor people in the world could live there, and there would be no more pain or sorrow. Everyone would be well-fed and watered, and would sit quietly around the fire."

"Wouldn't doing this be much more satisfying than your so-called loyalty and righteousness!"

"Lord Murong," Mu Chaoyang murmured, gazing into the distance, "you once told me you wanted to build a very large house. Whether you were lying to me or not, I believed you."

"So, we absolutely have to succeed."

"You were the first person to create a popular talisman."

"You are the first person to propose equality between humans and transgender people."

"You are the first person to raise the flag of rebellion against immortals while still a mortal."

"I have lived a muddled life for decades, never having any great ambitions, nor accomplishing anything significant. To meet you in my lifetime is the greatest fortune of my life."

"It's just a pity that I won't live to see your success."

"But I believe you will succeed. I think everyone in the world believes you will succeed."

"We are willing to believe this..."

After saying those words, Mu Chaoyang's eyes dimmed, and he died.

Guan Hongyi drew his sword, closed his eyes, and trembled uncontrollably.

She seemed to have all her strength drained away, and she walked backward, swaying unsteadily.

Her subordinate stepped forward, looking at her with concern: "My lady."

"I'm fine... You can keep the body."

"My lord, according to the newly issued laws of the court, the bodies of rebel soldiers must be dismembered, and their heads must be hung in nearby cities as a warning."

"..."

"grown ups?"

"Let's follow the rules."

"Yes!"

Guan Hongyi left in a hurry, seemingly unwilling to see his former lover dismembered.

The subordinates, having received an accurate answer, summoned several soldiers who went to the cave to move the body. However, as they approached, they froze.

The sunlight slowly spread down, turning the earth into a golden hue.

Bathed in golden light, Mu Chaoyang lay there peacefully, a slight smile playing on his lips, like a sleeping baby.

He died with a smile on his face, as if he had just had a beautiful dream.

Chapter 164 The Capital City Has Been Blown Up!?

As the embers of the setting sun faded, the bright moonlight bathed the earth. In the distance, the spiritual energy erupting from the direction of the capital gradually solidified, and the night wind could not penetrate the mist there.

Su Murong was awakened by the pain.

The pain in her heart, which had subsided considerably, returned, waking her instantly. A cold wind howled, and the once lively girl huddled in a corner of the prison van, heartbroken and dejected.

In the palm of her hand lay the two candies that Yang Pingsheng had given her.

it hurts……

His gray hair was disheveled, like dirty snow, and his once pristine alchemy robes were now filthy. His feet ached terribly, and he was barefoot, with red marks all over his skin.

Through the mist welling in her eyes, she saw in the distance a wisp of spiritual energy shooting straight into the sky, breaking through the dark clouds and pointing directly at the heavens, determined to fight to the death with the myriad stars.

"Well……"

Her shackled hands rubbed together, leaving bloody marks. She stared at that spot, her lips pursed, her eyes dim.

"doctor……"

"doctor……"

"...Where did you go?"

"I don't want to be alone..."

Su Murong leaned against the wooden door of the prison cart, closed her tear-filled eyes, and fell asleep again.

After a long while, she felt a tickle on her face. When she opened her eyes, she saw a small, bright red bird hopping in front of her, looking at her with a worried expression.

"My lord, are you alright?"

"...It's you."

The stars were still shining brightly, but her skin, chilled by the cold wind, was deathly pale. Su Murong felt a chill and shrank back. Seeing her discomfort, Zhuque desperately channeled its already scarce spiritual energy to raise its body temperature, and like a hand warmer, it snuggled into Su Murong's arms.

"My lord, are you still cold?"

"I'm not cold anymore, thank you."

Su Murong coughed, her complexion improving slightly. She looked at the Vermilion Bird in her arms, shifted her body back to make room for it.

How are things at my camp?

“A lot of people came. A menacing horse-faced man led a lot of soldiers in and they took all your things, including the gold bars you hid under your bed. Oh, and they even fought over the gold bars. I managed to escape.”

"The box, where's my box?"

"Don't worry, my lord. Your box was too broken, no one noticed it. I hid it in a very safe place, so don't worry."

"That's fine, that's fine..."

She breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had let go of something, and closed her eyes.

Little Zhuque nestled quietly in her arms, when she suddenly noticed that Su Murong's hands were clenched tightly together, as if he were holding something.

It blinked, looked up, and found that its master had opened his eyes again and was looking at the sky.

Her eyes still held a sky full of stars.

"Little Red".

"Ok?"

"I'm imprisoned now, and I'm probably going to die. You should leave and not stay by my side."

Little Vermilion Bird shook her head: "No."

"...Why? I'm not the person you think I should follow. Go find someone else."

Little Vermilion Bird shook her head again: "No."

Su Murong looked at it and asked, "Why don't you want it?"

“My lord is a very good person, I know that,” said Little Vermilion Bird. “You are someone I should follow.”

"Is it because of your so-called mission again?"

The little vermilion bird that Su Murong found by the river had no memory, no family, no friends, and didn't know why it came into this world. It only knew that it was guided there to help a person named Su Murong.

The person named Su Murong was someone it was willing to give its life to follow; following her was its mission.

Su Murong chased it away many times, but it always managed to stop him with this excuse.

But this time, Little Vermilion Bird shook her head: "No."

It hopped forward and squeezed its way in, flapping its wings as it said, “My lord, I was indeed guided to meet you, but whether I ultimately follow you is my own decision. It is I who want to follow you, and it has nothing to do with anyone else or with any mission.”

Su Murong shook his head: "I'm not that good."

Little Vermilion Bird also shook her head: "You've always been very good."

"Don't joke around, I'm a terrible person."

"No, rotten people never look up at the stars."

Su Murong remained silent.

She turned her head to one side, her hair falling loosely, covering the corners of her eyes, making it difficult to see clearly.

"In the end, it's just something we can only look up to..."

As she spoke, a self-deprecating tone lingered in her voice: "I am but an ant, even an ant gazing at the sky, I am still an ant. The sky is still the same sky, and the ant is still the same ant. So what?"

The words had barely left his mouth when a strong tremor struck.

Su Murong sat up abruptly, straightened up, and looked into the distance.

The little Vermilion Bird also flapped its wings and flew to Su Murong's shoulder, gazing towards the capital with her.

"There……"

A spiritual energy is rising.

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Outside the military tent, Wang Tiande stood there, his gaze fixed on the direction of the capital.

His advisor stood beside him and respectfully said, "My lord, our intelligence is correct. The sacred spring has collapsed, there is internal strife within the royal family, and His Majesty is indeed dead."

"Really……"

As Wang Tiande spoke, he seemed somewhat lost, recalling that it had been a long time since he had last met the Yan Emperor.

That day...