The improved female villains regained their memories.

One controls the general trend of the world, and the other controls the future of cultivation.

But the former has already gained momentum, while the latter remains dormant in its secret chamber, its awakening unknown.

Li Zhujun stepped forward and patted Yang Pingsheng on the shoulder: "Junior brother, whether you choose responsibility or emotion, I will help you."

The wind howled and brushed against Yang Pingsheng's face.

He closed his eyes.

The dancing woman in green shattered layer by layer, turning into nothingness.

Ye Buxin needs cultivation resources to survive and keep her life. The world has just been unified and cannot be allowed to descend into chaos. Fusu also needs Zhou Jinyu's support.

From a macro perspective, is there any need to say what to choose?

Yang Pingsheng recalled his original intention.

"Thank you, Second Senior Brother."

He bowed in gratitude and said, "Senior Sister is a very kind person. I'm just worried that I'm not good enough for her."

He paused for a moment, then said, "I am willing to marry my senior sister."

Li Zhujun stood there, saying nothing.

He thought of himself, of Fusu, and of his junior brother before him, and couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the similarity in their fates.

We are not in control of our own lives; it has always been so.

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On the day of the wedding, fiery clouds rose in the sky, as red as blood.

The capital was decorated with festive red, making it exceptionally lively. The streets controlled by Zhou Jinyu were completely engulfed in fiery red celebrations from top to bottom.

Yang Pingsheng was dressed in a dark black robe with delicate embroidered patterns on the hem. He stood tall and straight, his face stern, and his eyes held a hint of indifference that was hard to detect. He stood in the meticulously decorated courtyard, surrounded by a bustling crowd of guests who had come to celebrate.

The senior sister was like a fairy who had stepped out of a painting. She wore a magnificent phoenix crown, and the pearls and jade hanging from it made a crisp sound with her movements. A crimson brocade dress wrapped her graceful figure, and the dress was embroidered with auspicious dragon and phoenix patterns in gold thread. Her face was lightly powdered, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes were like autumn water, and a shy smile was on her lips.

everything is fine.

The only downside is that it's too red; you can't see a single bit of green in it.

In the center of the courtyard stood an altar, covered with various sacrificial items. According to the wedding ceremony of the Qin state, they first performed the ritual of washing hands.

The maids carried copper basins and towels, carefully washing the hands and faces of the man and his senior sister. The water shimmered with silver light in the sunlight, making only the red color stand out.

Next came the shared meal. Yang Pingsheng and Zhou Jinyu sat side by side at the table, on which lay simple yet meaningful food. He mechanically picked up his chopsticks, his movements somewhat stiff, but Zhou Jinyu looked at him tenderly, her fair fingers gently holding the chopsticks, picking up food and placing it in his bowl. Her eyes still held a light more intense than the sun.

Then came the nuptial ceremony. A maid brought over a specially made wine vessel filled with fragrant wine. He and his senior sister each held a cup and slowly drank the wine. The wine dripped down their lips, and his senior sister's cheeks became even redder with shyness and joy. But Yang Pingsheng felt no emotion. He was simply going through the motions of this grand ceremony as if he were completing a task.

When a single hair of one of theirs becomes entangled and bound together, the entire fate of the relationship is sealed.

has it ended?

When Yang Pingsheng came to his senses, all the guests had left, and only he and his senior sister remained in the room with candles lit.

He spoke first: "Senior sister, is there still the 'love wine' from that night?"

Her originally shy face stiffened at his words. Zhou Jinyu was stunned for a long time before answering, "Yes."

"Pour me a drink," Yang Pingsheng said. "I originally wanted to drink with my senior brother until we were both drunk, but I just can't get drunk. Only my senior sister's 'Love-Seeking Wine' can let me experience what it's like to be drunk."

"......it is good."

The crystal-clear spirit wine was poured into a cup, and Yang Pingsheng raised the cup and drank it down, immediately feeling a dizzy sensation.

Suppressing her grief, Zhou Jinyu advised, "Junior brother, drink less."

Yang Pingsheng shook his head and drank the cups one by one.

The green figure burst into flames, engulfed by the fiery red fire, and burned to ashes.

The string of the zither broke, startling thousands of birds on the cliff.

Everything broke free of its shackles, and darkness returned.

In his half-drunk, half-awake state, he seemed to hear his senior sister sobbing.

Why is Senior Sister crying?

"I'm fine, Pingsheng. I just saw you were upset."

"Don't worry, senior sister. Now that I've made my choice, I won't regret it."

He reached out and touched the tears on Zhou Jinyu's cheek.

"Don't worry, I didn't see anything."

Unlike the last time he drank the love-inquiry wine, this time he saw nothing.

I really didn't see anything.

A confidante and a wife can coexist, but the most important person in one's heart is definitely not someone that can coexist.

My heart is both vast and small, capable of holding everything, and small enough to hold only one person.

Once you've made a choice, you can't go back on your word, even if you decide you don't want it anymore.

so.......

There is no need to be sad, no need to cry.

Even if Yang Pingsheng didn't know about love, he wouldn't regret it.

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After getting married, Zhou Jinyu achieved her goal and had no reason to help Li Si and Zhao Gao anymore.

She sided with Fusu again, and the situation in the court once again reached a stalemate.

Preparations for the conquest of Baiyue were almost complete. In 219 BC, the First Emperor launched a five-pronged attack on Baiyue.

This battle was even more difficult than the conquest of the six states. The Baiyue shamans gained great strength through sacrifices to the Xiangliu clan, and the natural malarial lands in the south made it difficult for the Qin army to penetrate deep into the region.

Fortunately, thanks to the intelligence transmitted back through secret passages by Yang Pingsheng, the Qin army still achieved successive victories.

Everything is getting better.

And so time continued to move forward. Two years had passed since Yang Pingsheng and Zhou Jinyu got married.

Chapter 624 Awakening

The most unfair thing in the world is that those who advocate fairness cannot be just.

The protracted war against the Baiyue in the south is still ongoing. Although the Qin army has won victory after victory, the Baiyue are determined to resist. In addition, there are those mysterious sorcerers, so the war has not yet come to an end.

However, relying on the prestige of their southern expedition against the Baiyue tribes, Li Si and Nangong Qingyang gradually increased their political influence in the court.

The marriage alliance between Fusu and the Wang family, along with Zhou Jinyu's renewed assistance, expanded Fusu's influence, and in many situations, Fusu no longer had the final say.

When the Meng family also joined in, the two sides became sworn enemies, a fight to the death.

For the past two years, Yang Pingsheng and Zhou Jinyu have been working tirelessly for Fusu's sake. They would gather at the young master's residence during the day to discuss countermeasures, and return to their own residence at night.

Some things have changed, and some things haven't changed; at least Yang Pingsheng still calls Zhou Jinyu "senior sister."

The trivialities of daily life and the intrigues in the imperial court are all submerged by the passage of time and worn away in the darkness where no one understands.

The sun and moon take turns, and time flows on relentlessly.

As a result, Yang Pingsheng visited Ye Buxin less often.

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In the royal residence, a gentle breeze blows and the bright moon shines high.

The elegantly furnished room exudes a subtle warmth. Antique bronze candlesticks sit in the four corners, their flickering flames casting dappled shadows on the walls. Several landscape paintings hang on the walls, their delicate brushstrokes seemingly transporting the viewer to a tranquil and serene landscape.

On the carved wooden bed, an exquisitely embroidered brocade quilt was laid out, the mandarin ducks embroidered on it so lifelike that they seemed about to take flight at any moment. In the center of the room was a round sandalwood table, on which sat a set of exquisite tea utensils. These were not ordinary tea utensils, but rather ritual implements, their surfaces radiating a warm luster.

Yang Pingsheng pushed open the door and entered. Zhou Jinyu was sitting at the table. Seeing him return, a faint smile immediately appeared on her face: "You're back?"

"Mm." Yang Pingsheng nodded, and seeing Zhou Jinyu sitting there, he naturally went over and sat down opposite her.

Why are you so late today?

"It's still because of that matter," Yang Pingsheng said. "When the Emperor goes on tour, all the preparations have to be made. Besides, we don't know what Nangong Qingyang's plans are, so I talked with my senior brother more tonight."

Zhou Jinyu smiled slightly, her hand brushing over the tea set, and tea immediately flowed from the teacup, which shimmered with a warm luster.

"Have some tea."

The automatically dispensed tea had a fragrant aroma, but Yang Pingsheng didn't savor it. He drank it all in one gulp and then said, "Zhao Gao will definitely accompany you on this trip. My suggestion is that you, Senior Brother, also go along."

"Mhm," Zhou Jinyu replied with a smile.

After the marriage, she kept her word and fully supported Yang Pingsheng, living in seclusion behind the scenes to provide intelligence and resources, while all decisions were made by Yang Pingsheng himself.

She would only appear when necessary to prove to everyone who was behind Yang Pingsheng, but otherwise she would stay in the mansion and wait patiently for Yang Pingsheng to return every day.

She was truly a good person, so good that Yang Pingsheng felt only guilt towards her.

"I have already arranged for all my brothers to be by Fusu's side," Yang Pingsheng said. "I don't understand fate, I can only do my best to prevent problems before they arise."

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Not at the moment."

"it is good."

All their conversations were confined to these everyday matters. The two only chatted like this when there was something important to discuss; they didn't bring out their true thoughts and feelings to talk about separately.

Even these kinds of chats make Zhou Jinyu happy.

The spiritual fire landed on her, her fair skin as delicate and smooth as mutton fat jade, with a faint blush, just like the clouds on the horizon. Her big, watery eyes were like deep lake water, clear and bright, and her long eyelashes fluttered like fans. Every flutter seemed to tell a story of happiness. Only then did Yang Pingsheng realize that they had been living like this for two years.

She is truly an easily satisfied person; perhaps, as she herself said, she loves humbly and despicably.

But in Yang Pingsheng's heart, the inexplicable fear did not dissipate; on the contrary, it grew stronger and stronger over time.

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Fusu said that once a person chooses responsibility, then love becomes less important.

These were the words Yang Pingsheng said to him before he left today.