The improved female villains regained their memories.

Du Wanli dared to confront her at this time; no matter what, she no longer had that chance.

The fact that the other party designed this meeting in this way, and that they met her under these circumstances, shows that they were certain that Song Panning had no other means of dealing with the situation.

If she shows any resistance, he will not hesitate to reveal his hand and, at a certain cost, plunge himself into the abyss.

What choice? She had no choice at all; she had no right to choose!

A long silence followed.

After a long pause, Song Panning looked up and said:

"Do I even have a choice?"

She coughed and lowered her head again: "You win, I concede, I choose the first one."

“Very good.” Du Wanli’s eerie smile disappeared, leaving only a gentle one. “Your choice is wise. At least your wealth and status are preserved. In return, I will grant you the right to communicate with the outside world. However, all your actions will be under my supervision. Please understand.”

"I see."

As Song Panning spoke, she accepted her fate with the same equanimity as all defeated politicians.

As Du Wanli watched, a sense of unease suddenly welled up in his heart.

It was so simple, so simple, that it felt like a dream to him.

He kept communicating with Humanity, and the result he got was that Song Panning was extremely shrewd and calculating. In the great changes to come, she would be the most crucial link. If Humanity could suppress her, then Humanity would naturally gain a great advantage.

Is it really that simple?

"Don't get any ideas, Song Panning, I'll be watching you closely."

Song Panning lowered her head and remained silent.

A few days later.

"Song Panning confessed; she really did frame Miss Wanjun."

"Vicious, truly vicious. She would stop at nothing to win. I really misjudged her."

"Miss Wanjun is so pitiful, treating someone like that as a friend."

"Damn, the temple only sentenced her to imprisonment, that's too lenient. People like her should die!"

"That's right, die!"

The curses directed at Song Panning echoed throughout the entire mountain town.

Conversely, Lin Wanjun ascended to the position of goddess amidst everyone's blessings.

"Praise be to you, great goddess."

"Your Majesty the Great Goddess!"

"Your Majesty, please bless us!"

A cold and gloomy prison.

The cold iron bars shut out the outside world. The ground was damp and gloomy, covered only by a thin layer of straw. Song Panning hadn't taken care of herself for several days, her hair disheveled. She sat in the corner with her head down, and no one could see her expression.

The stench of decay filled the cell. A few rats curiously peeked out from a hole in the corner, then quickly retreated. Outside the bars, a footstep stopped. Song Panning looked up and realized that the person standing there was her father.

"Father……"

He stood there, still so tall and strong, with broad shoulders, reminding Song Panning of the time when she was a child, sitting there with her father on hunting trips. But when she looked up, she realized that her father had grown old.

Overnight, his hair turned completely white.

Song Panning's mind was stirred by Bai Huang. She shakily got up, pulled on the iron chain on her arm, looked at her father, and found it difficult to speak.

"Ning'er..."

Song Xingtian spoke, his voice sounding incredibly old.

“They say you confessed. The inspector provided your confession to the temple elders. I read it and argued with them, but nothing worked against your confession. Ning’er, tell your father, why did you confess?”

"You clearly didn't do it, so why are you confessing?"

Song Panning fell silent.

She slowly lowered her head, and after a long while, she said, "I did it."

“I know my own daughter. She wouldn’t use such despicable methods. I know it wasn’t you who did it.”

"I did it."

"Ning'er, who threatened you? The Lin family, the Inspector, or both?"

“Father, please stop talking.” Song Panning turned her head away. “I told you, I did it.”

"..."

Song Xingtian seemed to understand something and suddenly laughed.

"I see, I understand."

He turned around and walked away, step by step.

His figure disappeared into the darkness, taking all his unspoken words with him.

Song Panning lowered her head again.

She sat motionless in the darkness, in the cold, in the damp, like a statue.

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现在

Song Panning led Yang Pingsheng to stand at the overlook.

"The sun is shining brightly today. My servant, how about accompanying me for a stroll around this mountain town?"

She seemed to be in a good mood, and her tone of voice was even rising.

"Miss, your reputation in the mountain city hasn't improved much yet."

"Did I do something wrong to make you distant? Otherwise, why would you address me like that, and use the formal 'you'?"

Yang Pingsheng was somewhat amused and exasperated, but still changed his form of address: "Panning, are you really going now?"

“Go, why not go? If you’re worried, then wear this.”

Song Panning took out a robe from her storage artifact and tossed it to Yang Pingsheng.

The earth-colored hooded robe looked rather oddly shaped. Yang Pingsheng touched the fabric and thought it was rather ugly, so he refused, saying, "Never mind."

"This is the price of concealment. Of course, if you don't care, you don't need to conceal it."

Song Panning smiled at him and took his hand, saying, "Come with me."

They stepped into the Song family's backyard. For Yang Pingsheng, it had been a long time since he had stepped into this place, and now that he was back, he couldn't help but feel a little disoriented.

She held Yang Pingsheng's hand tightly, almost forcefully, domineeringly, and without reservation, leading him to her secret base.

"look."

miracle.

If Yang Pingsheng were to describe it, the scene before him would be a miracle.

The pink array was controlled by four flags in the corner. Inside the array, flowers bloomed and butterflies fluttered. Even though Yang Pingsheng had lived four lifetimes, he had never seen such colorful flowers before.

"All my life, people have said that the four seasons are determined by the heavens, but look."

Song Panning snapped her fingers, and the climate within the formation moved according to her will, rising and falling, flourishing and declining. The animals came and went, sometimes being born and sometimes dying.

Even the system was stunned by this sight. It dared not show itself and could only remain hidden in Yang Pingsheng's consciousness, muttering to itself with indescribable emotions:

"The mark of the way of heaven."

The Great Dao is nothingness, which ordinary people do not know and use, while immortals make a difficult use of the traces it reveals.

Unlike the hidden Great Dao, the Heavenly Dao is concealed within the universe. If the method is appropriate, even cultivators can utilize it.

The traces of the Heavenly Dao nurture all things. Those who master the traces of the Heavenly Dao are called the Pivot Holders. Spring brings forth life, summer fosters growth, autumn brings harvest, and winter brings storage. This is the proper order of Heaven. Those who follow it succeed, and those who go against it fail. Song Panning's formation actually hides a large number of traces of the Heavenly Dao. She is a true Pivot Holder. In her formation, she is Heaven, she is the Heavenly Dao.

【This guy, this guy!!】

The system vibrated in the shadows, but the more shocked it was, the less it dared to act.

Compared to its previous life, the current situation is far beyond its control.

Wen Shihan's cultivation speed is astonishing, incomparable to ordinary people. Luo Benmo possesses extraordinary intuition, a naturally born immortal body, and innate talent for leveling up and devouring. Xu Anlu harbors a different soul within her body, allowing her to comprehend the traces of the Great Dao even in a mortal form. Su Murong has keen insight into people's hearts and is the person closest to the Dao.

Now, Song Panning has even incorporated the traces of the Heavenly Dao into her formation.

The female villains are becoming increasingly powerful and terrifying; the system doesn't even dare to imagine what kind of tricks the female villains will have in the next life.

At this moment, as Yang Pingsheng stepped in with her, Song Panning's happy smile gradually faded, and she suddenly fell silent, her expression turning unfathomable. She slowly turned her head and stared straight at Yang Pingsheng.

"My life..."

She called his name, but the words she uttered were chilling upon closer inspection.

"You seem a little different from others."

Chapter 241 The Resonance of the Lonely

"what happened?"

Yang Pingsheng looked at her.

Perhaps the system failed to conceal something properly, or perhaps the aura of a transmigrator was leaked again. In any case, after what happened with Xu Anyin, even if Song Panning slapped him now and cursed him for being from another world, he wouldn't be surprised in the slightest.

His heart grew increasingly calm, so calm that it seemed to be dead, as if it would never beat again.

"...It's nothing, I'm sorry, maybe I'm just being overly sensitive."

Song Panning smiled again, took Yang Pingsheng's hand, and said, "Come with me."

Together they walked deeper into the formation, experiencing the changing seasons.

In spring, a hundred flowers bloom in competition, and wheat seedlings turn green, spreading throughout the formation. They rise with the wind like surging green waves. Song Panning absorbs spiritual energy and begins to dance. Colorful flowers bloom around her. She releases Yang Pingsheng's hand and slowly turns towards the air.

In summer, the sky suddenly darkened, and the formation turned into night. A wave of fireflies rose into the air, spreading across the sky like stars. Under the hazy moonlight and amidst the swirling clouds, Song Panning danced gracefully, seemingly conveying an indescribable tenderness and endless sorrow.

In autumn, the sky brightens again, with blue sky and white clouds drifting around her, and golden leaves rising in the wind, bringing a mature beauty.