The improved female villains regained their memories.

How does he understand the word "loneliness"?

She felt herself drifting further and further away from him, and this feeling of not understanding him at all terrified her.

So she asked, "In my life, what is loneliness?"

He did not answer.

Perhaps he didn't know how to answer.

But that's okay. If he doesn't know, then she'll find the answer for him.

As Song Panning pulled Yang Pingsheng's hand back to the banquet hall, she thought to herself.

She came to find the answer for him.

She believed that she would eventually understand him, perhaps tomorrow, or perhaps a long time from now.

What she needs to do now is to keep him and wait for the day when their souls truly reach a consensus.

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past life.

Song Panning sat in the dark, damp corner of the prison cell.

There was no time for anyone to visit, and apart from the daily meal deliveries, the place seemed to have been forgotten by the world.

The monitoring instruments were running constantly, without stopping for even a moment.

Song Panning felt a sense of loneliness, an immense loneliness.

The only one who knows the truth is her enemy, Du Wanli. Her father, mother, and friends are unaware of the truth or what they are facing.

She was imprisoned here, left to slowly pass the time.

"I am enveloped in loneliness and darkness, but it's okay."

Song Panning lowered her head and said in a barely audible voice:

"I am on the edge of the world, in the cracks of time, my wounds will light my way forward."

Chapter 242 Cunning

Everyone has followers, especially the family members of the temple.

However, the goddess's followers are different from others. The goddess's followers must be her most trusted confidants, sharing both glory and loss.

After Yang Pingsheng became Song Panning's follower, their connection was destined to be unbreakable.

"Is Yang Pingsheng really my fiancé? How could he be so siding with that woman?!"

Frustrated, Lin Wanjun sat in the dark room, staring at the unfolded scroll with a gloomy face.

"Furthermore, the scroll actually asks me to give up my claim to the position of goddess and relinquish it?"

She gritted her teeth, staring at the instructions on the scroll, her eyes practically spitting fire.

"How can I give this position to that woman? I want revenge! Without the position of goddess, how can I take my revenge on that woman!"

The door opened, and Lin Jinxuan walked in carrying a bowl of desserts. She said with a worried look on her face, "Wanjun, have something to eat. The finals are tomorrow."

"How many times have I told you not to barge in like this!" Lin Wanjun stood up abruptly, knocking over the bowl and chopsticks. She looked at Lin Jinxuan, her anger rising: "Get out! I'm really annoyed right now."

"Wan, Wan-jun..."

"Get out. If you come back in, I'll break your legs."

Lin Jinxuan left with her head down, and Lin Wanjun took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

"Huh...huh..."

She took a deep breath, and her eyes became clear.

"Good, good, good."

She said "good" three times in a row, then gritted her teeth and said, word by word, "As long as it's a chance for revenge, what's wrong with me making you a goddess?"

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Lin Wanjun abstained from the contest.

This was something no one expected, including Song Panning.

According to Lin Wanjun, Yang Pingsheng is her fiancé. If she is chosen as the goddess, she will not be able to be with her fiancé. Furthermore, she is unwilling to face her fiancé on stage.

As soon as these words were spoken, stories about Yang Pingsheng and Lin Wanjun in the mountain town surged. Because Song Panning tacitly acknowledged the victory, no one dared to say anything openly, but secretly everyone felt that Song Panning was far inferior to Lin Wanjun.

"I feel so sorry for Miss Lin."

"Yes, and don't forget, before..."

"Shh, you can't say anymore, she's a goddess now."

The goddess is second only to the emperor, and above all others. Normally, the goddess is the absolute authority.

Song Panning stood on the stage, her calm eyes scanning the crowd in the square, her excited emotions gradually subsiding.

She obtained power, the highest level of power.

She looked at Yang Pingsheng standing next to her, her eyes darkening.

No rush, let's wait a bit longer.

That night, the Song family held a grand banquet, attracting many guests, including the Ling family, Song Panning's followers, the Yang family, and others. With Song Panning becoming a goddess, Yang Pingsheng's status naturally rose accordingly, changing his circumstances.

At the banquet, Song Panning's mother lost her composure for the first time and drank a lot of alcohol. It was clear that she was very happy that her long-cherished wish had been fulfilled.

Not only the Song family, but the entire mountain city was holding a banquet to celebrate the ascension of the new goddess. The banquet was very grand, with bonfires lit in the streets and the center of the square. The honor guard carried weapons and danced the unique music and dance of the mountain city. Men and women danced together, one dance after another.

At such a lively time, Song Xingtian's study appeared unusually quiet.

Song Xingtian activated the mechanism, turned around and poured tea for his daughter who was sitting there silently, saying, "Ning'er, I want to congratulate you. You've finally reached this point."

“Father, you flatter me. I did this only to fulfill Mother’s wish,” Song Panning said. “Now, I have to go about my own business.”

Have you made up your mind?

"Ah."

The ancestral teachings, the responsibilities of the Song family, and Song Panning's own wishes.

Song Xingtian nodded. He had no intention of stopping her. The reason he called her at this time was to talk about something else.

"Yang Pingsheng, what do you plan to do?"

"My life..."

For the first time, Song Panning dared not look her father in the eye. She turned her face to the side and said, "Father, I have my own plans."

“Ning’er, I must remind you, Yang Pingsheng is Lin Wanjun’s fiancé, and now, you are a goddess, if…”

“Father, as I said, I have my own plans.”

Song Xingtian was choked and somewhat stunned, after all, in his memory, his daughter would never interrupt him.

He was silent for a moment, then said, "Are you...?"

“Yes.” Song Panning looked at Song Xingtian calmly. “Although I’m sorry to Lin Wanjun, I’m the one who likes Yang Pingsheng.”

“There are many good men out there, Ning’er, why bother with just one?”

"This is different from any other life."

He is different.

When he stepped into the formation, after Song Panning investigated, Yang Pingsheng was different.

"It's Lin Wanjun who's despicable. I was the one who came first. I won't give up my life to him. Besides, although I don't understand why, I know that Lin Wanjun doesn't like Pingsheng, and Pingsheng doesn't like Lin Wanjun either."

"...That's just your opinion."

Song Xingtian had a headache.

It is said that if a daughter likes someone, then the father's opinion is not the most important. Song Xingtian now truly understands the feeling of this saying. Whenever Yang Pingsheng is mentioned, Song Panning will never back down, and she has her own biases, so nothing you say will work.

"If you do something wrong, it could bring disaster to your entire family. Ning'er, you must not be too willful."

"Ning'er knows."

Song Xingtian sighed, waved for her to leave, and Song Panning bowed and left the study.

She walked out, her steps hurried, and returned to the banquet.

While everyone was still enjoying themselves, Song Panning looked around but didn't see the person she wanted to see. So she grabbed Ling Shuxin, who was clinging to Du Wanli, and asked, "Where's Yang Pingsheng?"

Ling Shuxin was a little drunk, staring blankly at Song Panning, her mouth agape: "Huh?"

"Yang Pingsheng, have you seen him?"

"Wine? Where's the wine? *burp*"

"If you can't drink, then don't drink."

Song Panning remained expressionless, picked her up and led her deep into the courtyard, then threw her onto her bed.

The moment this big-breasted, brainless woman lay down on the bed, she started acting like a spoiled brat. She clung to Song Panning's hand and mumbled drunken ramblings.

"Panning, do you think Wanli likes me?"

"He must like me. I'm so pretty, even prettier than you. If he doesn't like me, why would he like you?"

"Pan Ning, waaaaaah, what if he rejects me?"

Song Panning, her face darkening, pulled her hand away, covered her with the blanket, and looking at her sprawled out, thought for a moment and said:

"Actually, Du Wanli has homosexual tendencies. You should give up; you have no chance."

After instructing her servants to take good care of Ling Shuxin, Song Panning ignored Ling Shuxin, who was lying there wailing, and quickened her pace to leave the mansion.

She went straight to the unknown cave, dispelled the formation, and entered its depths.

In the cramped space, she activated the mechanism, sat down in the chair, and let the formation operate.

The video showed Yang Pingsheng's current location, inside the small house that Lin Wanjun had arranged earlier.

Song Panning watched expressionlessly and clicked on the video.