The improved female villains regained their memories.

Yes, the human heart is so vast, vast enough to hold all the affairs of the world, yet so small, small enough to hold only one important person. For her, she didn't care about fate or the world; she only wanted one person for life, one love, to hold hands and grow old together.

What she wanted was that simple.

Mounting his spirit steed, Zhou Jinyu took one last look at the capital, filled with deep reluctance.

It's not the city, but the people in the city.

"May all your wishes come true in your life."

No matter what, she lived for him.

Concealing all her complex emotions, Zhou Jinyu rode away on her spirit steed.

In these turbulent times, people's emotions also waver. There are reasons and causes for loving or hating someone.

In such a humanitarian environment, extreme human will is brewing, but the people involved do not realize it; they cling to it desperately, like people who are about to drown.

It is precisely because of this environment that we yearn for it so much, crave it so much, and can't forget it so much.

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After leaving the capital, Zhou Jinyu quickly began to make contact with his own forces.

Her influence extends throughout the world; in every town she visits, she has people to meet her.

The route of the First Emperor's tour was determined long ago. Yang Pingsheng's old subordinates from the Linlang Sect could be included, and Zhou Jinyu could naturally be included as well. That's why she was so familiar with the marching route.

However, her understanding of the situation has been cut off. If Nangong Qingyang hadn't told her, she wouldn't have realized that the First Emperor had changed his course.

Moreover, she discovered something even worse: for some reason, uprisings had begun in some counties.

At first, it was just a spark, and everyone regarded them as bandits. But soon, more and more people began to revolt, some even in towns along the parade route.

The world is in turmoil, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be.

Zhou Jinyu sensed danger. She didn't know why Yang Pingsheng's informants had told her the convoy was fine, or even why news of the uprising hadn't reached the capital.

"Have you observed the route of the First Emperor's convoy?"

“They’ve strayed, and none of the brothers have seen them.”

"Open the map and let me see."

The man spread the map out in front of Zhou Jinyu. She ruled out the routes that she hadn't seen at the deployment points and gradually pieced together a possible route.

She pointed to the location of Bolangsha and emphasized it.

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The journey was long, so she decided to get a better steed.

Her men brought her a new spirit steed. As soon as she sat on it, she asked, "When I first entered the city, I noticed that many people were dressed in very thin clothes. What's going on?"

The subordinate said with a wry smile, "Sir, the corvée labor is too heavy. We're lucky if we have anything to wear. Didn't you see how many people froze to death in the neighboring county last month?"

Zhou Jinyu seemed to remember something, then, after a moment of distraction, asked, "Are there a lot of people?"

The subordinate nodded: "Yes, a lot of people will die this winter."

Everyone thought that a unified world was better than a world in chaos, and that as long as the world was unified, everyone could live in peace.

But I never expected that even now that the country is unified, people are still dying. When will this so-called peace and tranquility finally be achieved?

Zhou Jinyu said, "Let's distribute all our surplus winter supplies."

The man's eyes widened: "Send them all out? Sir, that's not appropriate. The county magistrate and some local bullies..."

"Send them all out, they won't have any objections."

"But sir, this is not good for us."

Zhou Jinyu remained silent for a long time.

The cold snow fell into her palm, and after a long while, she said, "The good thing is that they don't freeze to death."

If someone had done the same thing that year, her family wouldn't have died, and her brother wouldn't have died either.

The servant obeyed and left, and Zhou Jinyu once again spurred his horse towards the destined place.

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Riots are happening everywhere.

During Zhou Jinyu's journey, he encountered several bandit attacks, including robberies by unknown individuals and uprisings by nobles from six kingdoms in the county town.

Each family unleashed their hidden magical abilities, and thick smoke billowed everywhere.

In a daze, Zhou Jinyu seemed to have returned to that era of war and chaos.

She walked for a long time and finally found traces of the First Emperor's procession, but the traces quickly became messy, as if someone had attacked the procession and scattered them.

Along the way, she saw the corpses of Qin soldiers, as well as the corpses of some masked people. Pitholes created by the immortals appeared one after another, and the earth was devastated.

She couldn't find the convoy, but she saw a group of men in black escorting a group of people from the palace toward the nearest county town.

Zhou Jinyu had only three guards left, all of whom were her handpicked best men. She led them forward, and after a fierce battle, they finally killed them.

"Where is Prince Fusu?!"

The prisoners looked at each other in confusion. One of the eunuchs stood up and asked in a shrill voice, "Who are you?"

"You're asking for death!" a guard roared. "The lord is asking you another question. Who gave you permission to ask?"

The guards unleashed their spiritual pressure, causing the eunuchs to crouch down in fear, too afraid to speak. One of the palace maids mustered her courage and said, "We don't know where the young master went. Our caravan was attacked and there was chaos. We were trying to escape when these people captured us."

Zhou Jinyu said, "Tell me what happened back then."

"The situation at the time was..."

According to the palace maid, when the caravan reached this point, they suddenly discovered a stone lying in the middle with the words "When the First Emperor dies, the land will be divided" written on it. Zhao Gao conveyed the First Emperor's order to find the person who placed the stone. After searching around but not finding him, he decided to kill everyone around him.

But at this moment, the entire world turned green, and then many people rushed over. Countless people were in chaos, and under the power of the immortals, no one could see what was happening.

Zhou Jinyu frowned as she listened. She let the group leave and looked at the traces around her, trying to restore them with her magical artifacts.

An unknown force filled the air and enveloped the land.

At night, she sat beside a pile of snow when she suddenly saw a towering fire in the county town not far away. Then, countless immortal killing moves fell, turning the town into ruins.

She quickly mounted her spirited steed and galloped off there.

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The snow weighed down.

Even so, it couldn't suppress the strong smell of blood.

As soon as Zhou Jinyu arrived at the city gate, she smelled the strong stench of blood.

At the town gate. The once sturdy gate is now dilapidated, its doors broken into pieces and lying askew to one side. Blood splatters the city walls, the dried blood resembling gruesome graffiti. The soldiers guarding the city lie scattered on the ground, their weapons strewn about. It seems as if some divine means had blasted them to death, leaving only phoenix patterns on the floor and walls.

Further in, the once bustling market was now a scene of utter devastation. Stalls were overturned, goods scattered everywhere, fruits and vegetables trampled and mixed with blood. On a cloth stall, the fabric was stained a jarring red. More corpses lay there. A little girl clutched a sugar figurine tightly in her hand, her small body curled up under a display case, yet she still couldn't escape the carnage inflicted by divine intervention. Nearby was a butcher's block, the meat on it indistinguishable from the corpses beside it, flies buzzing around it.

A stench of decay permeated the alleyways of the county town, where some wounded civilians clung to life. A man lay prone on the ground, his legs blown off, crawling laboriously on his hands, leaving a long trail of blood behind him. An old woman cradled her dead son, muttering something, her eyes vacant, seemingly devoid of spirit. From time to time, the faint groans of the dying echoed through the alleyways, mingling with the wind, like mournful cries.

Zhou Jinyu saw it all, and even someone like her trembled all over.

Is this place the human world?

She sent her men to investigate and learned that a group of people had attacked the place. These people had attacked many places like this before. They claimed to overthrow the tyranny of the Qin Dynasty, and wherever they went, they would massacre any city that resisted.

Blood mingled with snow, blurring Zhou Jinyu's vision. She gritted her teeth, and for the first time, anger surged within her.

Did the tyranny of the Qin state make these people good people?

She found a surviving Mohist swordsman and learned that the Mohists couldn't stand the people's indiscriminate slaughter, so they stepped in to stop them. However, they were outmatched and fought to the death, leaving only this one survivor.

"My lord," she said, clutching Zhou Jinyu's sleeve, tears streaming down her face, "I don't know who you are, but seeing that you have some skills, I beg you, please save the people around here."

She said that those people had previously attacked the First Emperor's procession and disrupted the Qin royal family's convoy. The Qin royal family was hiding in a nearby county, and these people went to great lengths to search for them.

Zhou Jinyu asked, "Why not send a message out?"

The man sobbed, “Sir, we can’t get the message out. We’ve tried, but it’s no use. And it seems like the area around here has been protected by magical magic. We can’t get out at all.”

Zhou Jinyu's heart sank. She crushed the talisman and found that the message could not be transmitted.

If that's the case, how did Nangong Qingyang receive the news? And how did Yang Pingsheng receive a message from the former members of the Linlang Sect saying that everything was fine?

Someone is standing in the sky, laying a trap of conspiracy.

Zhou Jinyu settled the man and led his men back the way they came to see if it was true, as the man had said, that after walking for half a day, they had returned to the county town that had been reduced to ruins.

"Sir, what should we do?" the subordinate asked.

As Zhou Jinyu rode his spirit steed, he looked at the county town engulfed in blood and fire, his tightly clenched palms bleeding.

"First, find out who the attackers are." She gritted her teeth and said, "No matter what, let's see if Fusu is dead."

As soon as she finished speaking, a powerful sound wave suddenly descended from the sky.

"Enemy attack!"

"Protect the adults!"

One by one, men in black emerged from the ground, surrounding them like ghosts. They used all sorts of strange and bizarre magical techniques, and Zhou Jinyu's three guards struggled for a while before being killed.

A man in black grabbed her hair and forced her to the ground.

Is it her?

"It's her. Take her away."

The man nodded and drew his sword to cut off Zhou Jinyu's hands and feet.

But the next moment, a strong spatial fluctuation struck.

boom!

The earth trembled, and the two men in black were reduced to a bloody pulp.

Zhou Jinyu fell into someone's arms, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at the person.

"Junior brother?"

Yang Pingsheng held her in his arms, his cold gaze sweeping over the men in black around them.

He comforted Zhou Jinyu with just one sentence: "Senior sister, I'm late."