The improved female villains regained their memories.

"Great talents are put to great use, and small talents are put to small use. A virtuous person cultivates morality, while a petty person pursues profit. This is the way of the world."

He asked the last question of the night.

"Li Zhujun, what kind of person do you think you are? What should you do?"

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That year, inside the mountain gate, he was drinking with his senior brother when a peach blossom fell into their bowl.

Fusu, feeling slightly tipsy, remembered that his time to leave the mountain was approaching and couldn't help but ask, "Junior brother, do you have any plans after you leave the mountain?"

Li Zhujun chuckled and said, "Senior brother is joking. What plans could I possibly have? I'll just find a woman, have a child, and spend the rest of my life with her."

Fusu was not satisfied with his words and said, "Junior brother, you have such great talent, wouldn't it be a pity to waste your life?"

He pointed into the distance: "Unify the world, leave your mark on history, and establish the hegemony of our human race. Junior brother, scheming is not for you. This is what you should be doing."

Li Zhujun looked in the direction he was pointing, but all she could see was a vast expanse of white, obscured by the thick fog of the valley, and she couldn't make out anything.

So he laughed and retorted, "Senior Brother, what you're saying is what gentlemen, sage kings, virtuous men, and heroes should do. I'm a coward, afraid of death, with neither lofty ambitions nor the courage to die for them. Someone like me, in the end, will only become a pawn for these people."

At this point, he suggested, "How about this, since you'll need people after you leave the mountain, why don't you take me in? That way, I can side with both the Li family and you. No matter who wins in the future, I won't lose out. What do you think?"

Fusu suddenly fell silent, saying nothing, just staring at him.

Li Zhujun smiled and spread her hands: "Don't look at me like that, Senior Brother. This is my true thought. I'm not lying to you."

"After all, I am a petty person."

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night.

In the corridor of the young master's residence, Li Zhujun and Yang Pingsheng's figures intersected.

"Junior brother, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"Second Senior Brother, this is my question. Why are you so wary and suspicious of Ye Buxin?"

"It seems Junior Brother has come to stand up for what's right?"

"No, I want to resolve these matters. I've already explained things to my senior brother, and now I need confirmation from you."

"It seems that the explosion has made you more sober. Anyway, I think Senior Brother has already made it very clear to you. How you choose is your business and has nothing to do with me."

"That's true, but Second Senior Brother, you still harbor murderous intent towards Ye Buxin."

"...Junior brother, you're asking too much of me. I won't do anything if senior brother doesn't speak, but can't I even think about it?"

"No."

"That's really domineering. Does Ye Buxin know that?"

"Second Senior Brother, I'm serious."

"Hmm, I see. Alright, since you've said so, junior brother, here's the question: how do you plan to dissuade me from killing you?"

"Wang Jingxing".

"...You really know a lot."

"I learned this from my senior brother. I also know that he was the one who guided Wang Jingxing's fate so that you could reconcile."

"Your senior brother even told you about this. He really is... a bit too talkative."

"agree?"

"Yes, I agree. I don't have any intention of killing Ye Buxin anymore."

"Where is the proof?"

"...Junior brother, don't go too far."

Just kidding.

Did you see me smile?

"Weren't you laughing the whole time?"

"Hehe... Junior brother, perhaps you can read my other emotions from my words and my pauses."

"Sorry, I only read people's expressions; I'm pretty direct."

"......"

A moment of silence.

"I don't know what to say, junior brother. Since we've agreed, let's leave it at that."

"I hope my senior brother will keep his promise."

"There's definitely no other way. Have you ever seen a scoundrel keep their promise?"

The words were swallowed by the darkness; the man said no more and turned to leave.

Their figures parted, and all was silent.

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“I have seen your loyalty.”

Ye Buxin landed on the ground and came to Li Zhujun.

She glanced at him first, then walked up to the stunned Wang Jingxing and used her ingenious method to examine his entire body.

His bodily functions are all normal; the only difference is that this guy has become an idiot.

“Human will is also something I’m researching.” She withdrew her ingenious method and said to Li Zhujun, “But I didn’t expect you to actually have control over this kind of technique.”

She asked, "What other methods do you use besides those that appeal to people's desires?"

Li Zhujun laughed and said, "Then I know a lot more: destruction, alteration, control, enhancement, and so on..."

"Enhancement?"

Ye Buxin suddenly became interested and said to Li Zhujun, "Tell me in detail."

Chapter 634 Facing Calamity

Once deception begins, it is difficult to stop; only the truth is the best antidote.

But who would dare take that antidote?

The antidote can end the lies, but it will also end everything.

Then let's continue the deception.

The best cure is to stubbornly persevere to the end.

Why have you hesitated throughout your life?

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At night, the capital of Qin was once again greeted by snow.

Night fell like a vast black silk ribbon, pressing heavily upon the colossal capital of Qin. Suddenly, snowflakes began to fall, like white petals scattered by celestial maidens, or the gentle caress of the heavens upon the earth.

At first, the snow fell lightly and slowly, like fine salt silently scattering from the sky, disappearing as soon as it touched the ground, leaving only faint, damp spots. Gradually, the snowflakes grew larger, becoming like goose feathers, falling in large flakes from the endless darkness. They swirled in the air, playing like children.

The young master's residence stood quietly under the cover of snow, silent as the earth itself.

The pines and cypresses in the courtyard resembled white pagodas, their branches drooping low under the weight of snow, yet stubbornly refusing to break. Occasionally, snow would slide down the branches, the soft rustling sound breaking the silence of the snowy night. The paths in the courtyard were buried in snow, only the outlines of the bluestone faintly visible.

Inside the room, the spiritual fire flickered as Yang Pingsheng crushed a talisman, continuously reading its contents. The spiritual light illuminated his face, giving him a touch of warmth in the cold, snowy night. The room was filled with the faint scent of ink, mingling with the crisp, snowy air outside the window.

He frowned as he read the contents of the talisman, and then tried to take one down, but at that moment, that fair and slender hand grasped his wrist.

"Pingsheng, take a rest."

The flickering flame illuminated both Yang Pingsheng and Zhou Jinyu's sorrowful face.

Yang Pingsheng had been in this room for a long time, so long that the sunlight disappeared and snow covered Zhou Jinyu's head.

Neither of them mentioned the previous incident again. Yang Pingsheng kept all his thoughts to himself, and Zhou Jinyu stopped sharing her own ideas, focusing instead on helping Yang Pingsheng gain more influence in the court.

With the First Emperor gone, Li Si's power continued to expand, and now, Fusu's power is almost being squeezed out of the core circle of the court.

Yang Pingsheng was under increasing pressure, and he became more and more silent. Before, when Zhou Jinyu brought him things, he would at least give a soft "hmm," but now, he wouldn't even bother with that.

But she knew he wasn't alone, because she would occasionally see green talismans or mechanical birds fly into the room and land on Yang Pingsheng's shoulder.

Is this what a "true friend" is?

Perhaps she had already realized it, after all, her love was despicable and base.

"Throughout my life..."

Seeing that he ignored her, Zhou Jinyu tugged at his sleeve.

Pulling himself out of the overwhelming information, Yang Pingsheng's cloudy eyes gradually cleared. He looked up as if snapping out of his daze, saw Zhou Jinyu beside him, and asked, "Has something unexpected happened?"

"...No, I just wanted you to rest for a bit."

"Rest..." Yang Pingsheng exhaled a breath of stale air: "It's time to rest."

After saying that, he got up and walked straight out.

In the back garden of the young master's residence, the artificial hill was covered with snow, resembling a real snow-capped mountain from a distance. The pond was frozen over, with a thin layer of snow on the surface, like a white brocade blanket laid out by nature. The pavilion by the pond stood alone in the snow, with icicles of varying lengths hanging from its eaves, like strings of crystal-clear beaded curtains.

Zhou Jinyu chased after him, and Yang Pingsheng was standing there, staring blankly at the snow.

He stared blankly as the snowflakes drifted down, lost in thought.

All the previous emotions vanished into a silent stillness. Zhou Jinyu looked at him sadly, her expression unreadable.

She asked, "Is it still because of court affairs? Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Yang Ping was moved and gently shook his head.

A few light snowflakes bypassed the corridor and landed on Yang Pingsheng's head.

His face was expressionless.

"Tell me, how should one live this life?"

He finally agreed to talk to her, but it was with such a strange question.