The improved female villains regained their memories.

Ye Buxin nodded: "I know, that ginseng, didn't Young Master give it to you?"

“Young Master Fusu gave it to me,” Nangong Qingyang sighed. “However, I misjudged the severity of my sister’s illness. The ginseng is indeed a precious elixir, but it’s of little use to my sister.”

"So you came to me for help," Ye Bu thought to himself, "Did your methods tell you that?"

“Yes,” Nangong Qingyang said sincerely, “My methods brought my sister here, and also led me to seek your help, Miss Ye.”

"I'm not a doctor."

“But you can solve my sister’s problem, Miss Ye. If you can solve it, I will keep my word, and in addition to that magic artifact, I will also offer many precious treasures.”

Ye Buxin narrowed her eyes slightly.

"I wouldn't dare to say anything definitively." Ye Buxin stood up: "I'm not drinking tea anymore, let's go see your sister."

“Alright!” Nangong Qingyang stood up as well. “Miss Ye, this way please.”

Actually, there's no need to look anymore. While observing the situation, Ye Buxin had already used the ingenious method to see Qi Pengju's condition.

That's not an illness.

It is the same [flaw] as Yang Pingsheng.

Like Yang Pingsheng, this guy was both blessed and cursed by God.

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Ye Buxin didn't return to her room until evening.

Today's harvest was good. Ye Buxin used a clever method to alleviate Qi Pengju's situation. In return, Nangong Qingyang gave him a batch of cultivation resources, including but not limited to: pills, talismans, disposable magic artifacts, etc.

She did not easily hand over the magical artifact that could define the four great treasures. According to her, she would only give it to Ye Buxin after Ye Buxin cured Qi Pengju's illness.

"Hmph, she looks gentle and weak on the outside, but she's actually tough inside."

Ye Buxin sat in her seat, surrounded by ancient books.

She casually opened a book, then thought of what had happened today: "What a pity, you have that thing, I will get it at any cost."

Since it concerns Yang Pingsheng, she doesn't care about any deal or not.

Just like she said, she wasn't a doctor, and she couldn't care less about Qi Pengju's life or death. The treatment was just a formality; if Nangong Qingyang didn't give it to her later, she would find a way to take it from him.

It's easier to seize this than to raid the Qin Palace and steal the Taixu land.

Just as she was thinking, the warning technique suddenly made a noise. She jumped up, but after confirming who it was, she sat down again as if nothing had happened.

She looked at the book in her hand without saying a word.

Within his consciousness, Yang Pingsheng's voice rang out: "Open a wonderful application method, I'll come in for a moment."

Ye Buxin replied, "What is it?"

Yang Pingsheng: "You can only come if there's something important to say?"

Ye Buxin's lips curled up slightly, then she immediately suppressed it.

She turned the upside-down book right-side up and replied, "Didn't I say we wouldn't meet for the time being?"

Yang Pingsheng: "Not even once?"

Ye Buxin: "No."

Yang Pingsheng: "In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea."

Ye Buxin: "Not even half a cup."

Yang Pingsheng: "I brought you some pastries."

Ye Buxin: "Why would I need you to bring it for me?"

Yang Pingsheng: "Okay, I need to talk to you."

"Heh." Ye Buxin let out a cold chuckle in the pitch-black room.

Ye Buxin: "Divine consciousness speaks."

Yang Pingsheng: "Can't we say it in person? Besides, you should also help me get rid of my health problems."

Ye Buxin: "Tomorrow."

Yang Pingsheng: "Why tomorrow?"

Ye Buxin: "I'm busy."

Yang Pingsheng: "Okay, then I'll head back now."

Ye Buxin abruptly put down the book, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Ye Buxin: "Never mind, come in."

Ye Buxin: "?"

Ye Buxin: "Where is he?"

Ye Buxin: "???"

There was no reply.

Ye Buxin bit her lower lip lightly, a fire inexplicably rising in her heart.

Ye Buxin: "I said, you can come in now."

Ye Buxin: "Where are you?"

Ye Buxin: "???"

She suddenly raised her hand, aiming at the wall, as if to smash the book in her hand.

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But she ultimately didn't throw it.

She took a deep breath and lowered her hand.

Forget it, why should I get angry with that guy?

She's just a dead, broken rock, completely unaware of how much she's secretly done for him. Getting angry with him makes her seem like a three-year-old child.

Ye Buxin shook his head, finding it amusing, and reopened the book.

one second.

two seconds.

Something was wrong. Ye Bu thought of something, his expression changed drastically, and he stood up abruptly.

She had just opened the door and rushed out when she heard a loud bang.

Spiritual energy rises, and the firelight flickers.

The tranquility of the capital was shattered by an explosion inside the young master's residence.

The flames swallowed the light in Ye Buxin's eyes. She stared blankly in the direction of the explosion—Yang Pingsheng's room was in that direction!

Chapter 607: Which is better, a soulmate or a loving couple?

The plums are in bloom, seven in number! I urge my esteemed gentlemen to seek me out, while the time is auspicious.

The plums are falling, and there are three of them! I urge my esteemed gentlemen to seek my counsel now!

Plums have fallen; let us fill our baskets! We need your men, and they will surely come! —From *The Book of Songs*, "The Plums Have Fallen" (《国风·召南·摰有梅》)

The cold snow kept blowing, and what should have been an ordinary period of confinement trapped me in past memories, from which I could not break free.

In the final scene, I saw the departing figures of my loved ones.

If there are saviors... they will not die.

My heart stirred, and through the hazy light, I saw a new figure.

He stood at the cave entrance, covered in snow.

I never imagined that a single coincidence could make me lose my composure.

So, junior brother, don't blame me.

I never intended to be your confidant; I never even considered it.

It doesn't matter if you hate me, blame me, or resent me.

If I hesitate even for a moment because of this, then it cannot be considered my love for you.

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A blinding light suddenly erupted from a room deep within the mansion, followed by a deafening explosion that shattered the silence of the night, as if a slumbering beast had been abruptly awakened, its roar shaking the heavens. The windows were instantly shattered by the shockwave, fragments scattering like raindrops, weaving a chaotic scene with the stars in the night sky.

The lights in the mansion were jolted awake by the sudden turn of events. One by one, spirit flames flickered on, like fireflies in the night, attempting to dispel the unexpected darkness and chaos. The aftershocks of the explosion had not yet subsided; the air was thick with acrid smoke and the smell of burning, making it difficult to breathe. Servants ran about in panic, their shouts, cries, and chaotic footsteps mingling together, utterly shattering the tranquility of the night.

Fusu suddenly opened his eyes, jumped out of bed, threw on a robe, and went to the door: "What's all that noise?!"

Meng Ying's reflection fell at the doorway: "Young Master, it sounds like a magical artifact exploding."

"Where?"

"Your junior brother Yang Pingsheng's room."

"That's an assassination!" Fusu decisively ordered, "Activate the town's magical artifacts, have the guards block all exits, and no one is allowed to enter or leave."

"Yes."

a mess.

Ye Buxin's spirit stood on the eaves, overlooking the entire young master's mansion.

The lush greenery behind her surged with a powerful killing intent. She stood there, looking at the location of the explosion not far away.

There, the once exquisite room had been reduced to ruins, with furniture fragments and rubble mixed together in a chaotic mess. It was as if time had suddenly accelerated at this moment, destroying all the beautiful moments. Ye Buxin's eyes swept over the area, but she did not see any signs of life.

My whole life, my whole life...

Like a person who is extremely thirsty, their heart feels like it is burning with fire.

Ye Buxin regretted it; she regretted agreeing to Yang Pingsheng's plan and putting him in the open.

Fusu was even more glaring than she had imagined. Even those he trusted would be thrust into the public eye along with him. Often, the methods used to deal with Fusu were ineffective, but they could be used against those around him.