The improved female villains regained their memories.

The torrent of time flows on relentlessly. The petite girl from back then has changed. She's grown taller and bigger, only slightly shorter than him. Her brows have become sharper, and she no longer has the lively look she once had. Instead, she appears much more composed.

She is Su Murong, no longer the Xiao Rong she used to be.

The helpless Rong in front of his mother, the Rong crying in the prison cart begging for help, the Rong who controlled him with the Mother-Child Seal—all those are gone. Now, standing before him is Su Murong.

It is Su Murong who destroyed the will of the world, Su Murong who traveled thousands of miles and never gave up, Su Murong who could kill a true immortal in one move.

She has finally grown up.

clatter--

A sound was heard.

My face felt wet.

Something is tilting, revealing a torrent, revealing love.

Yang Pingsheng was slightly stunned, watching Su Murong's lips leave, looking at her somewhat at a loss.

On the contrary, Su Murong touched his lips, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face again.

"So, doctor, do you forgive me now?"

The clouds in the sky grew heavier, and fine raindrops fell. The wind carried the scent of the mountains and forests, a bitter taste that wafted towards her. The dampness on her lips and the fragrance so close at hand spoke volumes about the girl's feelings.

She waited, growing impatient, and before Yang Pingsheng could speak, she continued, "Doctor..."

"you……"

"Can you still save me?"

---

The influence of the Wan Jin Chamber of Commerce can be said to extend throughout the Qian Kingdom.

In spring, when the green buds were just sprouting, news came from above that various matters concerning the preparation of an auction in the capital had been discussed.

The Wan Jin Chamber of Commerce has branches everywhere. There is one in Jiutian City in the north. The branch auctions are not as famous as the main branch auctions, but the president of a branch has a lot of power.

Near the center of Jiutian City, on a bustling street, stands a large building that houses a branch of the Jiutian City Wanjin Chamber of Commerce. Located on the third floor, sunlight streams through the railings, and the warmth emanating from it is carried by a gentle breeze to every corner of the third floor.

The eaves gleamed brightly, beneath which lay rows of books, where several servants were airing them out. Beside them, a woman slept peacefully in a rocking chair.

Standing to one side, Suzaku supervised his subordinates as they laid out the books one by one, then dismissed them. Seeing that his master was still fast asleep, he tiptoed inside.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up from the other side of the street. Before passersby could see what was happening, a figure flew past at an extremely fast speed, kicking up a large amount of dust.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

The white tiger roared and stormed into the attic. Under the helpless gazes of the staff, it rushed up to the third floor and kicked open the door.

"My lord, my lord, I have something to tell you..."

"Shhh."

Zhuque glanced at her and gestured for her to be quiet. The previously noisy white tiger immediately quieted down, its tail drooping and no longer swaying so violently.

"Where is the Lord?"

"Sleeping on the balcony? What's the matter?"

Everyone in Jiutian City knows that Su Murong, the branch president of the Wan Jin Chamber of Commerce, has four bodyguards with mysterious identities and amazing strength. No one knows where they came from, only that Su Murong calls them Xiao Qing, Xiao Bai, Xiao Hong, and Xiao Hei.

These four guards could be considered Su Murong's closest people, but in reality, only they themselves knew that Su Murong was truly close to only one person.

"The one our lord is looking for has been identified. Xuanwu sent me here immediately to inform him, so I rushed back." Baihu wiped the sweat from his brow and said, "Good heavens, do you know where that thing is? It's..."

"Let's talk about it after the Lord wakes up," Zhuque interrupted her. "She's been busy these past two days, as you know. She's been under a lot of pressure from above because of supporting Xu Baxian."

"What... what about the things over there? We can't just let Xuanwu stand there and watch, can we?" Baihu scratched his head. "Master, that Xu Baxian has absolutely nothing to do with us, why should we go through all this trouble to support him?"

“You know perfectly well that our lord is a man of lofty ambitions. He went to great lengths to come here, intending to accomplish great things,” Zhuque said. “Xu Baxian is the fourth prince of the Qian Kingdom. Befriending him will be beneficial to our future actions.”

"Are you sure it's not because the Lord hates traitors and admires heroes who fight against foreign enemies?" Baihu glanced at her and asked, "Then what do we do now?"

"Let the Azure Dragon and Black Tortoise go first. Although the Dust Light is good, it is like a chicken rib to the world. No one will fight for it."

"It's hard to say," Baihu sighed softly. "Tongchenguang is hidden under some kind of secret treasure, and now a lot of people have gathered around it. It's hard to say that it won't be discovered by others."

Is that so?

This is something that Zhuque truly cannot decide.

The Dust-Shattering Light is one of the four treasures the Lord seeks. Now that its whereabouts are in sight, if we do not inform Him in time, we may miss the opportunity.

But the lord has indeed been too tired these past few days, and Suzaku wants her to rest for a while.

“Xuanwu is watching over there, so it should be fine. Let’s let the master rest a little longer. I’ll tell her later.”

"Okay, a few days shouldn't be a problem anyway." White Tiger muttered, then ran off again. "In that case, I'll go kill some criminals in prison for fun."

"Wait, you..."

Zhuque tried to stop her, but she escaped. The four celestial spirits each have their flaws. The flaw of the White Tiger is that it is too bloodthirsty and often goes to the prison to steal the executioner's job.

Forget it, she's already run away, there's no point in stopping her.

Zhuque sighed helplessly and began tidying up the house.

Su Murong had been working here for the past two days, so books, articles, and writing materials were piled up haphazardly. Zhuque tidied them up one by one, putting them back in their original place, and also cleaned the dust off the bookshelves.

"what?"

Suzaku stopped what she was doing and looked over curiously, only to see a box deep in the corner of the bookshelf.

As her memories returned, she patted her head and remembered that this was the box that the Lord had instructed her to carry in the old world.

"So this is where it is."

She bent down and laboriously took the box out, getting covered in dust. She blew on it, patted the box, carried it to the table, and then rolled up her sleeves to wipe away the dust around it.

She certainly knew about this box. Whether in the military camp or when she left, her lord cherished this box, because it contained the belongings of the most important person in her life. Suzaku looked at it thoughtfully, wondering if, long, long afterward, if she were to give something to her lord, her lord would also put this box here.

"Did Little White just arrive?" A lazy voice came from behind Zhuque.

Zhuque turned around, and Su Murong, who had just been sleeping soundly in the sunlight, was already standing in front of her.

Tall and slender, she wore a snow-white silk alchemy robe embroidered with elegant patterns that echoed the mutton-fat jade hairpin in her hair. Her chin was slightly raised, and her eyes, calm as if containing a brilliant galaxy, were unfathomable. A jade belt was tied around her waist, and her black and white robe had pure gold trim peeking out from the sleeves. The sunlight behind her reflected off the fabric, highlighting the figure of a beautiful woman.

Zhuque looked at Su Murong and asked with a smile, "Yes, she's here. Is Your Majesty not going to sleep?"

"Um……"

Her voice was thick with a nasal tone, clearly indicating that the owner was still half asleep. She sat down in her chair, picked up the teacup beside her, and took a soft sip: "You're here because of Tong Chenguang, aren't you?"

"This..." Suzaku looked at her in surprise, "Yes, how did you know, Master?"

“Xuanwu has already told me through the flamingo, so of course I know.”

"If that's the case, then why did she have Xiaobai tell you?"

"That's because she's not on this mission."

Su Murong put down his teacup, a sly smile on his face: "She went and killed criminals again, didn't she?"

"Yes."

"That's it."

Zhuque chuckled: "I understand. We need secrecy for this operation. Given Xiaobai's personality, he'll probably cause trouble with others along the way."

"Ah."

Su Murong snorted, his gaze falling on the old box: "How did you find this?"

"Ah, my lord, this..."

Su Murong opened it before she could finish speaking.

It was the same familiar items, all belongings left to her by her mother.

As she looked, a question suddenly arose in her mind:

"what is this?"

Two pieces of candy, and a... notebook?

Su Murong picked it up and flipped through it. His original smile gradually disappeared, and his expression returned to calm.

Suzaku sensed something was wrong and tentatively asked, "My lord?"

"You go out first."

"……it is good."

Zhuque lowered her head and left, walking all the way to the door, finally looking at Su Murong with concern.

She sat there silently, staring at the contents of the notebook, her face turning deathly pale.

What happened?

She didn't understand, but she didn't need to understand. All the Lord needed was loyalty, so she closed the door and stopped bothering him.

Even after the sun set and the moon rose, the Lord still hadn't come out. Zhuque was a little worried, so she knocked on the door: "Lord, would you like something to eat?"

no respond.

Zhuque opened the door and found Su Murong sitting in the corner with her hair disheveled, a candle burning, providing a faint light to illuminate her dull eyes.

Like solid ice melting into warm water, Su Murong sat there silently, just like the little beggar he used to be.

"My lord, what's wrong?"

Zhuque stepped forward and asked with concern.

"……fine."

The water shimmered, like pearls falling from a broken string.

She sighed deeply, closed her notebook, covered her face for a long while, and then stood up and asked, "What time is it now?"

It's Hai hour (9-11 PM).

"Let's set off now to find Xiao Hei and Xiao Qing."

"So in such a hurry? My lord, please have something to eat."

“No.” Su Murong shook his head. “Right now.”