The improved female villains regained their memories.

"Yang Pingsheng, why... have you forgotten me?"

Chapter 627 Look, I'm laughing!

I rode those four steeds, their necks swaying. I gazed in all directions, but found no place to gallop. — *Xiao Ya* (Minor Odes of the Kingdom), "Jie Nan Shan"

My senior brother once told me that Ye Buxin would deceive me.

So at that time, in the place where dawn rises, I set up a secluded place.

That inexplicable fear rose again, and I felt ashamed for targeting my confidant.

Would she really deceive me?

Will she really leave me?

Will she really suspect me?

I do not believe.

She is my only confidante. She is so good to me, how could she deceive me, turn her back on me, and doubt me?

But why does that unknown fear linger in my heart?

Could it be that she...?

At that pivotal moment in the torrent of fate, I looked around blankly, awaiting her choice.

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Meng Ying met Yang Pingsheng.

Both privately and publicly, Meng Ying would not sever ties with Fusu's forces at this time, nor would the Meng family. Therefore, Yang Pingsheng, as Fusu's representative, had a fairly smooth trip.

As Yang Pingsheng emerged from the Meng Mansion, he exhaled a heavy breath. The gate behind him slowly closed, as if shutting out all the power struggles and schemes.

The Meng family is the only one he can rely on now. Even if Meng Tian is gone, the others still have influence in the court. Meng Ying also has some spies in her hands. As Zhou Jinyu's replacement, she can also know some information about the court.

Although it wasn't much, it was enough; at least they were no longer blind.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief, but then his heart was enveloped by even more complex emotions.

Perhaps, he really wasn't suited for the imperial court.

The struggles there are far more insidious than the battles fought with immortal techniques. He had never known about these things before, and even if he did, it was only hearsay. Only after actually experiencing it did he realize that it was far more troublesome than mastering an immortal technique.

He didn't use any means to get back; he just walked silently down the street, with Zhou Jinyu by his side, not uttering a word.

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On the wide streets of the capital, the road beneath your feet has been polished smooth by time. The streets are bustling with traffic, and the wheels of horse-drawn carriages roll over the stone slabs, making a rhythmic noise that blends with the cries of street vendors.

Yang Pingsheng's gaze shifted from the street corner to the distance, where the scenery on the horizon resembled a magnificent painting. The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky an orange-red, a color like burning flames or spreading blood. A few wisps of thin clouds seemed to be ablaze, their edges radiating a golden-red light. In the sunset's glow, the distant mountains blurred in outline, like a group of silent behemoths.

Above and below, countless faces appeared, dazzling yet blurry. Yang Pingsheng seemed to see many stories, yet he could not delve into them.

He felt a sense of disgust again, unsure whether it was disgust for himself or for what had happened.

Her sleeve was tugged.

He turned to look at Zhou Jinyu, who gave him a fawning smile and said in a gentle tone, "Pingsheng, if you're feeling agitated, I can accompany you for a stroll around the neighborhood."

"I'm fine. Go back first and transfer the rest of your people over. We'll move back to the young master's residence later."

"Pingsheng, don't you really want to go over there and take a look? I saw they sell them there..."

"Senior Sister!"

Yang Pingsheng interrupted her.

“The situation is urgent. We have no idea what’s going on in the palace. I’ve been unconscious for so long, Li Si must have made ample preparations. We have no time left.”

".......Okay, I understand."

Their gazes slowly drifted apart. After their conversation, the two had nothing more to say and walked one after the other toward the empty house.

Yang Pingsheng was well aware of what Zhou Jinyu meant. In the two years since their marriage, they had never had any time for themselves like other couples, because of Fusu's affairs.

But how could he give up? How could he hand over the world to those people?

He was uneasy, Fusu was uneasy, and everyone in the world was uneasy.

Fusu gave him the right to a simple life, but he didn't want to choose it, nor did he accept it.

He did not accept this outcome.

Fusu has learned to compromise, but he hasn't.

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As they approached the gate of the mansion, Zhou Jinyu suddenly spoke up: "Pingsheng, there's something I forgot to tell you. The eldest daughter of the Wang family came back a few days ago."

Yang Pingsheng was taken aback for a moment, his hazy memories swirling in his mind, and asked, "Didn't she go back to the Wang family? What is she doing back at the young master's residence now?"

"I don't know." Zhou Jinyu shook her head: "She forced her way into Fusu's study and triggered some kind of mechanism there. She was knocked unconscious and hasn't woken up since."

"Has the Wang family come to demand their return?"

"No."

"Let's keep her for now. After all, she's Senior Brother's wife. We'll discuss this when he returns."

He paused for a moment, then asked, "I haven't been to the secret room in a long time. How is it now?"

Zhou Jinyu replied, "Everything is fine. I have people adjust the formations and treasures every day to ensure Junior Sister's health and well-being. You can rest assured."

He nodded and said no more.

The green image in his heart lingered, and he recalled the dream he had many years ago.

That breathtaking dance, so real yet so ethereal, was etched into his heart.

Ye Buxin had never danced that kind of dance for him. The dances they performed together were always menacing and ambitious, but perhaps because the dream was too real, and the dream was mixed with his memories, Yang Pingsheng always felt that she had danced it before.

Under the silver moon, beside the cliff, a young girl danced gracefully, more beautiful than the moon and the breeze.

So, is it Ye Buxin or not?

Perhaps his confidante had been in a coma for so long that Yang Pingsheng had forgotten what his confidante truly looked like.

Dreams and past memories intertwined, tormenting him repeatedly during his seven days in a coma, pushing him toward the abyss.

"Ugh."

He sighed softly and pushed open the courtyard gate.

The slight creaking of the door hinges sounded like a sigh.

He looked up into the courtyard, and the next moment, he heard his own silence.

The person he had been longing for stood there, her face concealed by a magical technique, yet it was the face he knew best. She wore a green dress, like the tender green of newly sprouted willows in early spring, fresh and full of vitality. Her clothes fluttered gently in the breeze, subtly outlining her graceful figure, like the softest ripples on a lake, understated yet alluring.

"Cloth, Cloth Heart".

His pupils dilated, completely oblivious to Zhou Jinyu's forced composure beside him.

Ye Buxin silently observed the two of them, taking in their reactions, and then chuckled softly.

The voice was so familiar, and a surge of emotion enveloped Yang Pingsheng in that instant.

All the perseverance finally found its reason at this moment.

Feeling wronged? Relieved? Happy? The emotions that surged up were hard for Yang Pingsheng to explain. All he could feel was happiness, but that happiness was mixed with many other emotions.

At that moment, his mind was completely cleared by the green color.

My dormant heart began to flutter again.

He had a lot to say.

He wanted to tell her what had happened in the past two years, and how he felt about experiencing these things.

He wanted to tell her how much he longed for her to wake up.

He still stubbornly believed that the world needed her, and that the one who could truly set things right was not him, but her. He believed that as long as she woke up, as long as she could wake up, she and the Soviet Union could solve everything together.

He really needs her.

I need her more than ever before.

He finally understood how much his confidante had done for him, and he finally understood how important she was to him. It wasn't that Ye Buxin needed Yang Pingsheng, but rather that Yang Pingsheng needed Ye Buxin.

He finally understood how important a true friend is.

My heart burned with intense heat, which flowed through my blood and ignited everything in my body.

But the next moment, the other person's words extinguished his burning passion, instantly enveloping him in a chill.

she says:

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"Yang Pingsheng, happy marriage!"

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At this moment, even the breeze seemed to have stopped blowing, and the flowers and plants in the courtyard seemed frozen in place, no longer swaying. A suffocating silence filled the air, and even the blood-red light of the setting sun seemed to have thickened, its golden rays like solidified threads, crisscrossing between the three of them.

"I just woke up, still feeling groggy, and that's when I found out about the two of you."

"What a pity, I missed it. Otherwise, I would definitely have given a gift for such a joyous occasion."

She said with a smile that revealed no other emotion, as if it were truly just a smile.

Yang Pingsheng remained silent.

He knew his confidante's personality too well. To her, their relationship transcended everything. She always believed that a confidante was the most important person in the other's heart, not to mention that she had previously wanted to kill Zhou Jinyu.

Now, seeing him and Zhou Jinyu become husband and wife, what will she think?

Does she still feel that she has her heart in her heart?

Does she feel that she has betrayed him?

Since she woke up, but didn't contact me with her divine sense, instead appearing directly, does that mean she's angry at this moment?

Will she... break ties with me because of this?