The improved female villains regained their memories.

Formations, secret treasures, magical artifacts... no matter what cultivation resources were used to repair Ye Buxin's body, she could never find peace.

In the chaotic darkness, she had many dreams.

She dreamed of the past, the present, and the future; she dreamed of standing alone in a green world, and of Yang Pingsheng drawing his sword and standing against her.

"Ye Buxin".

She looked at the man in front of her, and the coldness on his face frightened her.

Why are you like this?

She instinctively wanted to explain, but the knife had already stabbed her without hesitation, piercing her body.

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She heard the man whisper in her ear, "You've never been the most important person in my heart."

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Ye Buxin opened her eyes in terror. She was enveloped in darkness, with only the array emitting light. She tried to move, but her body was bound by the secret treasures and magical artifacts, and she could not move an inch.

She subconsciously tried to use her divine sense, but found that there was no response.

Was it because their destinies had been swapped? Or because their souls had changed? Ye Buxin didn't know; all she knew was that she could no longer call out to that person.

"My life, my life..."

She opened her mouth, but her throat was dry and she couldn't make a sound.

The magical artifact standing beside him continuously emitted spiritual pressure fluctuations, which increased as Ye Buxin's spiritual energy increased.

How is this going?

Where is she? What about Yang Pingsheng?

Did he abandon himself?

The remnants of the dream lingered, enveloping her in darkness, a chilling coldness spreading and irritating her very bones.

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, and for the first time in her life, she trembled and sobbed.

But in this desperate, dark chamber, no one could hear her voice.

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Who put these things here?

Who severed her spiritual connection with Yang Pingsheng?

Who arranged for them to drift further and further apart?

That inexplicable fear devoured every part of Ye Bu's heart.

She was scared; she was really scared.

A feeling more terrifying than death descended upon her, and even when she was on the verge of death during that trial, she was not afraid.

But this time, she was truly afraid.

Screams and sobs filled every corner of the darkness, and the emotions that had been building up inside finally erupted.

It turns out, she wasn't that powerful after all.

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Yang Pingsheng, you bastard.

You forgot about me here!

Chapter 626 You forgot, you forgot! You forgot!!

The morning breeze blows, the northern forest is lush. I have not seen my beloved, my heart is filled with sorrow. How I am, how I am! I have forgotten myself so much!

The mountain has oak trees, the marshland has mottled trees. I have not seen my lord, and my heart is filled with sorrow and joy. How I am! I have forgotten myself so much!

The mountain grows tender cherry blossoms, the marshland grows tall cypress trees. I have not seen my lord, my heart is filled with sorrow. How I am, how I am! — *Qin Feng: Morning Breeze*

Who was the first to forget me? It was him!

Who broke their vow first? It was him!

Who was the first to stab me in the back? It was him!

Everyone says that the King of Heaven wronged the arrogant and aloof man, but only she knows how resolute that man was.

“Yang Pingsheng, Heaven has given you a chance to choose again every time, but you have forgotten me every time you choose.”

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Changes are often difficult to detect when they occur.

The greenery surging in the darkness gradually grew wildly until it broke through the soil and blossomed.

Sunlight streamed through the carved window frames, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow across the young master's residence's corridors. A sense of oppression hung in the air, as if a storm was about to break.

The eldest daughter of the Wang family walked strutting down the corridor, her hair piled high in an elaborate and ornate updo, adorned with several jeweled hairpins. The brilliance of the jewels reflected in her eyes.

Her face was originally extremely beautiful, with fair skin like mutton fat jade, but anger ruined everything. Her eyebrows were raised high, her phoenix eyes were wide open, and the anger in her eyes almost burned everything away. Beneath her high nose bridge, her luscious red lips were tightly pursed, exuding an unquestionable majesty.

The servants tried to stop him, one of them saying in a tearful voice, "Young Master instructed before he left that no one was allowed to approach or open that secret room, you really can't..."

"How dare you!" she roared. "With the young master away, who's in charge here? I'll explain to him when he returns. I'm going to see what he's hiding in this secret room today, all this secrecy."

She came with a wave of her sleeve, and no one dared to stop her.

Although Fusu had left, Yang Pingsheng was still alive, and Wang's eldest daughter avoided his sharp edge and dared not shine so brightly. But now that he has also gone back to recuperate, the young master's mansion is completely under her control.

Several of Zhou Jinyu's spies saw Wang's eldest daughter heading towards the secret chamber and immediately sensed something was wrong, so they secretly sent a message to Zhou Jinyu.

crunch--

The heavy door to the secret chamber opened again, and the spiritual light of the array poured out. The eldest daughter of the Wang family frowned as she looked at it and strolled closer.

"I'd like to see what you've hidden here."

The light obscured the stone platform in the middle, making it impossible to see any trace of it. She frowned and approached, her hand unconsciously touching something.

With a loud bang, all the spiritual light vanished, and the secret room was shrouded in darkness.

Wang's eldest daughter's heart skipped a beat, and she had the thought of retreating, but the next second, the door behind her slammed shut.

"Is it a coincidence? Or did something lead you here?"

The deep, hoarse voice sent chills down the spine of Wang's eldest daughter. She was already afraid, but she still mustered her courage and asked, "Who is playing tricks here?!"

"hehe."

A green light suddenly leaped from the darkness and pierced through her body.

Her eyes widened suddenly as she stared at the figure that was faintly visible in the darkness: "You..."

"I'll borrow your memories for a moment."

The green color seeped into the mind of the eldest daughter of the Wang family like a monster, and in an instant, her entire body was covered in green.

In the darkness, the spirit fire reignited, revealing Ye Buxin's face.

That is a beauty that cannot be sculpted by time.

To break free of the array's constraints, the magical techniques used on her face were abandoned, revealing her true appearance: her skin was as white as snow, seemingly untouched by worldly dust, radiating a lustrous sheen, like a piece of finely carved mutton-fat jade. Her eyes were like a clear spring, clear and deep, their movement seemingly holding a thousand stars, yet also shrouded in mist, exuding ethereal beauty and mystery. Her long eyelashes were like two small fans, their gentle fluttering creating a soft, ethereal breeze in the surrounding air.

The green hair flowed smoothly over her black hair, without a single stray strand. Each strand seemed to possess a living spirit, radiating a faint halo. With a wave of her hand, the green hair, like the most loyal servant, brought the eldest daughter of the Wang family before her.

She placed her hand on the other person's head, reading their memories as if bestowing a gift.

A flood of memories overwhelmed her, making her appear obscure and unclear.

"Has so much time passed...?"

In the darkness, her face gradually contorted, and the severed divine consciousness made her even more agitated.

It's unclear whether she devoured the darkness or the darkness devoured her; the two were entangled endlessly, transforming into the deepest monster.

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The door was flung open with a bang.

Zhou Jinyu led her men into the secret room.

The formations, magical artifacts, and secret treasures were all in their original positions. Ye Buxin lay in the middle, while the eldest daughter of the Wang family collapsed to the side.

Zhou Jinyu made a gesture, and the people next to her went up to check. Some checked the arrangements, and some checked the eldest daughter of the Wang family.

"Sir, everything is normal."

"My lord, she is fine. She must have touched the formation and suffered a backlash."

Zhou Jinyu nodded, her eyes lowering slightly as she looked at Ye Buxin, as if in silent mourning.

The formations, magical artifacts, and secret treasures were all in perfect condition. Even if Fusu Yang Pingsheng were to inspect them, he wouldn't be able to find any faults.

The only problem is that all of these things were prepared by Zhou Jinyu.

Her spiritual techniques were incorporated into these things, controlling them and turning them into chains that suppressed Ye Buxin when no one was around.

"I'm so sorry, junior sister."

'I don't hate you, nor do I resent you. If I could, I wouldn't want to lay a hand on you.'

"But I had to intervene. At least, I spared your life. If things had continued according to my senior brother's prediction, you wouldn't even have survived."

'Junior sister, I don't want to go into your room. I have absolutely no interest in your stuff or your ideas, so you don't need to worry.'

Good night, sweet dreams.

She muttered to herself and left.

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As Zhou Jinyu left, she didn't notice that bits of green leaves had gotten on her.

She wouldn't even notice that what's inside is just an incarnation.

Ye Buxin transformed into a spirit and stood tall in the sky.

She watched Zhou Jinyu leave with his men with a cold eye, and took a deep breath.