The improved female villains regained their memories.

Zhou Jinyu was puzzled, but she patiently explained: "Everyone has their own way of living. No matter what, as long as you don't regret it, that's fine."

"If that's the case, then there will be too many things to regret," he said inexplicably.

He brushed the snow away, sighed heavily, and let the wind and snow soak him to the bone, no longer looking at his wife.

Zhou Jinyu gave a forced smile: "I know, I understand. Pingsheng, I understand that you blame me."

She lowered her head and whispered, "But I just can't..."

Yang Pingsheng replied, "That's why there are so many regrets."

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The snow started tonight. Earlier, before it snowed, a guest came to the young master's residence. He wasn't looking for Yang Pingsheng, but for Zhou Jinyu.

She stood in the alley next to the door, waving her hand to set up a magical defense against detection.

Zhou Jinyu emerged under the cover of his men and stood in the alley, his eyebrows furrowed.

For someone as gentle as her to change her expression, it's clear that the person who came was no pushover.

The person emerged from the shadows; it was Nangong Qingyang. Seeing Zhou Jinyu's wary expression, she went straight to the point: "Fate has been thrown into chaos."

Zhou Jinyu's expression froze for a moment, clearly not understanding what Nangong Qingyang meant by suddenly saying this to her. Just as she was thinking, Nangong Qingyang continued, "Now many people are experiencing a life-threatening calamity, and everyone's fate is in chaos."

"?"

With more and more questions arising, Zhou Jinyu was about to speak when Nangong Qingyang interrupted her: "I had my people follow Ye Buxin, but now we've lost contact. Her fate has been twisted. And your second senior brother, he left a fake body here with me, but he's also gone."

"??"

“I know you don’t believe me, but you are the only one who can break this deadlock. You have to stop Ye Buxin.”

Ye Buxin?

Why did Nangong Qingyang suddenly approach her about Ye Buxin? Let Ye Buxin do whatever she wants. After the failed assassination attempt, Zhou Jinyu understood that she couldn't stop her. Now, she only focused on Yang Pingsheng and didn't want him to risk everything to fight Li Si.

“Miss Nangong,” Zhou Jinyu said, “your attempt to sow discord is a bit too…”

“Zhao Gao is Ye Buxin’s man. Li Si and I were both deceived by her.” Nangong Qingyang made a startling statement. “The real First Emperor was swallowed up by Taixu long ago. Zhao Gao controls both the inside and outside, creating the illusion that the First Emperor is still alive. Her target is Fusu.”

"..."

Nangong Qingyang didn't say much, but every sentence he uttered was packed with information, so much so that Zhou Jinyu had to catch her breath.

"...Why should I believe you?"

"The First Emperor's travel route is changing. With so many people under your command, you can easily find out by checking."

"What do you mean by fate, destiny, and all that nonsense?"

Nangong Qingyang took a deep breath and slowly said, "What I mean is, Ye Buxin will kill us."

"She is the fate of all of us."

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"Zhou Jinyu, Ye Buxin lied to Yang Pingsheng."

"Her fate has become so twisted that I can't keep track of it. The only person who can save her is Yang Pingsheng."

"You must persuade Yang Pingsheng; only he can save Fusu!"

"Only he can kill Ye Buxin!"

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Snow fell in front of the two of them.

“All I know is that if I don’t do this, I’ll have even more regrets,” Zhou Jinyu said. “Pingsheng, why won’t you believe me?”

Yang Pingsheng said, "Senior Sister, you can say whatever you want to say."

Zhou Jinyu gritted her teeth: "Pingsheng, you can't stay here. There's something wrong with the First Emperor's tour route. I suspect Zhao Gao has taken control of the caravan. Senior Brother is in danger."

As she spoke, she looked up and suddenly froze.

She saw a hint of disappointment in Yang Pingsheng's eyes.

"This is a talisman that Ye Buxin sent me yesterday. Take a look for yourself." He waved his hand, sending the talisman flying to Zhou Jinyu.

"A talisman? Yesterday?"

A bad feeling spread through her body. She grasped the talisman and read the information inside.

After reading it, Zhou Jinyu felt a chill run down her spine. At that moment, she truly believed Nangong Qingyang's words.

“According to Ye Buxin’s instructions, if I say that Zhao Gao has problems and suggest that you leave the capital, it would mean that I am siding with Nangong Qingyang,” Zhou Jinyu said. “Then what is the point of me doing this? You know perfectly well that I live for you.”

Yang Pingsheng did not answer, but instead took out another talisman. This talisman was sent by a former member of the Linlang Sect, indicating that the convoy was in good condition and Fusu was safe.

"Senior sister, I wanted to believe you."

Yang Pingsheng sighed: "If I hadn't seen you meet with Nangong Qingyang today..."

Zhou Jinyu closed her eyes, and it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow her to the ground.

She asked, "Pingsheng, you've given Ye Buxin so much trust, can't you give me some trust too?"

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"Don't you understand which one truly cares about you: your spouse or your confidant?"

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I can tolerate it.

I could have tolerated it.

However, I cannot bear the thought that you trust her more than you trust me.

That was not a true friend at all. How can I make you understand that?

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Yang Pingsheng remained silent, as still as a stubborn rock.

"I understand."

Zhou Jinyu smiled as before: "Then I'll go. I'll go save Senior Brother. If you trust me, then I'll go in your place. If you don't trust me, that's fine too. You can rest assured that I'm not in Wangdu."

"After I'm gone, you can still use my people, is that alright, Pingsheng?"

Who told her to love in such a despicable and humble way?

Living for him—that's absolutely true.

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Nangong Qingyang stood on the earthen slope, watching Zhou Jinyu's figure disappear into the distance.

She closed her eyes, feeling somewhat dazed.

No one expected that their fate would be sealed in this way.

Before the life-swapping, Ye Buxin laid a lot of groundwork. After the life-swapping, she unleashed those groundwork, even twisting fate itself.

Is that a secluded place?

Nangong Qingyang didn't know.

Even if Yang Pingsheng went, his chances of winning were not high, let alone if he didn't go.

Nangong Qingyang sighed, and just as he was about to go back, he suddenly stopped.

She turned to look at Zhou Jinyu's figure; her fate was closely intertwined with Yang Pingsheng's.

Yang Pingsheng is gone!?

But clearly, there was only Zhou Jinyu...

Nangong Qingyang suddenly realized that it was a mark of a spatial killing move. Yang Pingsheng had not completely trusted Ye Buxin after all, and had left a way to deal with Zhou Jinyu.

That would slightly increase our chances of winning...

She turned around, her steps hesitant as she walked back.

When a calamity strikes, the tools I've cultivated over many years to ward off it can finally be used.

But.......

She took a deep breath and actually felt a little uncomfortable.

Qi Pengju, Wang Jingxing.

Qi Pengju was a tool to ward off his fate, while Wang Jingxing was a tool to assist that tool.

Both of them were so attached to her, yet she used them without the slightest hesitation.

In this world, who is cleaner than whom?

She threw out the yarrow stalks and used the Great Derivation Method.

This time, to withstand the calamity, the sixth stage of the Mingyi (明夷) period.

Chapter 635 Prove Your Love

That cypress boat floats on the riverbank. Those two locks of hair, so beautiful, truly belong to me. I will die without fear. Mother, Heaven! You have no mercy! —"The Cypress Boat" from the Book of Songs

I'm going crazy.

These two memories are tormenting me; I'm going crazy.

To resist that old woman's curse, she split me in two, turning me into two people.

I've had enough.

I know her purpose, her thoughts, I know everything. I've always known what she wants me to do.

I would die for her, if only she would ask.

But she would rather torture me like this than speak. She knew perfectly well that I would die for her if she just said one word.

I've really had enough.

It's not that I can't accept amnesia, it's that I can't accept not being able to remember her.