The improved female villains regained their memories.

She had no fear whatsoever; her purpose in seeking refuge with Fusu was solely for his collection of books.

For her, the bonds of kinship and loyalty between ruler and subject were completely unimportant. She was willing to abandon even her family, so what did these things matter?

Only a true friend, and only a true friend.

“In my life, you chose me, you responded to me.” She reached out her hand.

She ignored Yang Pingsheng's murderous aura.

It's only natural to get angry for a moment, and that's understandable.

In the end, he'll realize that he only has her, and she only has him.

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"Do we really want to become enemies with our senior brother?" Li Zhujun asked again from the side.

"Why ask this question?" Ye Buxin asked. "Even without me, Second Senior Brother, aren't you also a spy for the Li family? Now that you've sided with Nangong Qingyang, isn't Li Si now an enemy of Eldest Senior Brother?"

“Junior Sister, I know how powerful Senior Brother is. Even if I side with them and they lose, Senior Brother might spare my life out of brotherhood. But if he finds out that you and I conspired to kill Zhou Jinyu, he won’t let me off the hook,” Li Zhujun said with a smile.

"Are you that afraid of death?" Ye Buxin asked.

“Of course, I’m terrified of dying,” Li Zhujun replied.

"Do you think I will break my promise, or do you think I will lose?" Ye Buxin asked again, and when she asked this question, the surrounding pressure noticeably increased.

"Oh, junior sister, don't be angry. Of course I believe you can win." He quickly raised his hand, making a gesture of surrender. "And I also believe you will keep your promise and save my sister's and my lives."

"Hmph, I have no interest in your lives," she sneered.

“Yes, yes,” Li Zhujun replied with a smile, “As long as we can live, anything is fine.”

What kind of smile should a person wear?

We were young then and didn't understand that laughter could represent so many things.

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The suppression of the rebellion has officially entered its final stages.

Zhao Gao did not die, and the First Emperor's carriage was also unharmed. After the rebellion broke out, the procession was hidden by several immortal masters, which explains why Qi Pengju could not find it no matter how hard he searched.

He did indeed destroy one of the First Emperor's vehicles, but unfortunately, that was just a smokescreen.

The caravan was severely weakened. Zhao Gao conveyed the First Emperor's decree, saying that the First Emperor was furious and wanted to severely punish the mastermind of the rebellion. Anyone who responded to the rebellion was to be executed on the spot.

The land, which had just been calmed, was once again engulfed in bloodshed, and some innocent people were also dragged into it. Fusu tried to reason with them, but no one listened to him.

When war broke out, he was the best prince; now that the war has ended, he is the son of the First Emperor.

He should unconditionally carry out the First Emperor's orders.

These past few days, Yang Pingsheng has also been in poor condition. Fusu has visited him several times, but he has avoided him each time. He has distanced himself from Fusu's group and is standing alone in front of a dilapidated house on the hilltop.

Ye Buxin wanted to go with him, but he refused, saying, "Buxin, give me some time to calm down."

These words stunned Ye Buxin. She had already switched places with her avatar, and the one standing here now was her true self.

She felt herself stiff from the ice and snow.

“Life,” she said, trying to sound natural, “we still have a lot to do, you know that.”

She tried her best to calm herself down and not show any unnaturalness in front of Yang Pingsheng. That guy knew her too well; he would notice even the slightest hint of unease.

Those eyes, which held back all emotion, looked over as if they had swallowed all the bitterness. He stroked the tombstone and said to Ye Buxin, "Buxin, I know I should not care about this because I don't love her. But I can't help not caring. It's true that I don't love her, but it's not true that I don't care. My senior sister was so good. She shouldn't have died here."

"Give me some time, I really need some time, thank you."

After he finished speaking, he gently pushed Ye Buxin away with his spiritual energy. She stared blankly as the figure grew farther and farther away until it turned into a tiny dot.

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He never says thank you.

He never said anyone was good.

He had never lost his composure like this for anyone before.

Even during that trial, and even after being captured this time, he only showed a slight emotional fluctuation.

Ye Buxin stared blankly, at this moment, even she did not understand the definition of emotion.

She saw it clearly, she understood it perfectly, and she saw the tombstone that Yang Pingsheng had erected.

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【Xi Jun - Zhou Jinyu】

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What a fine young lady, Zhou Jinyu.

What a poignant scene of reluctance to part, and the sorrow that wells up within.

Ye Buxin had previously tested Li Zhujun's methods to ensure that Renyi was ineffective against her.

It was clearly useless, but now a fire was burning in her heart.

She couldn't understand. Didn't Yang Pingsheng not love her? Wasn't he only with her for her sake? Now that she was dead, these two soulmates could be together again, so why...?

The fire in her heart burned fiercely and twisted, its color indistinguishable to Ye Buxin.

How could Yang Pingsheng possibly, how could he possibly, possibly, manage to kill Zhou Jinyu?!

He actually said he needed time, he needed some peace and quiet. Wasn't the time she was unconscious long enough for him to have some peace and quiet?

Ye Buxin took a deep breath. She had originally wanted to discuss with him how to deal with Fusu, but now she began to doubt whether Yang Pingsheng would stand on her side and help her deal with Fusu.

She was no longer even sure if Yang Pingsheng and she still had a purely platonic friendship.

The flames gradually died down.

She opened her eyes and looked at Yang Pingsheng coldly.

He chose her, and that was her decision.

Their friendship remained unchanged.

Yang Pingsheng was merely influenced by others' opinions, and Zhou Jinyu died at just the right time, which is why he is so unforgettable.

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Little trick!

Zhou Jinyu, do you think Yang Pingsheng will remember you just because you've done this?

Do you think you can win Yang Pingsheng's love by doing this?

Do you think that by doing this, he will etch you into his soul?

You won't succeed.

Time will wash everything away, and in the end, all that will remain is the bond between him and me!

The tombstone you leave behind is nothing but withered bones. I will weave your soul and your destiny for you. You will never meet Yang Pingsheng again in all your lives.

You are nothing but a defeated opponent of mine.

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As the snow mist rose, the fire in my heart gradually died out.

Ye Buxin watched coldly as his figure gradually disappeared into the distance.

Yang Pingsheng, I'll give you time.

But don't forget, the person you chose is me.

Don't get too caught up in this so-called couples' game for too long, or I'll really get angry.

She's very, very angry, and the kind of anger that can't be appeased no matter what.

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Yang Pingsheng broke away from the main force, while Ye Buxin returned to the main force.

The parade was stationed in a county town. Ye Buxin had just arrived in the suburbs when she didn't expect Fusu to be waiting for her there.

"Junior Sister, you're back?" He smiled, the snow was so cold and falling so heavily, yet he couldn't bear to let a single snowflake fall on this young master of Qin.

Ye Buxin nodded calmly and replied indifferently, "Is there something you need, Senior Brother?"

"How is Junior Brother?" he asked.

Fusu wore a dark brocade robe, the hem fluttering in the wind. The delicate silver embroidery on the collar and cuffs peeked faintly against the white snow. His posture was upright, his face stern, and his jet-black hair was tied up with a single white jade hairpin, a few stray strands ruffling his cheeks in the cold wind. Ye Buxin looked past him, towards the woods behind him. Behind him was a silent forest, the bare branches weighed down by the snow, like silent observers.

Ye Buxin approached, and her eyes met his.

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"Why do you all care so much about Yang Pingsheng?" she said softly.

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This was the first time Fusu had looked at his junior sister so formally. She had an ordinary appearance, but her eyes were like unfathomable pools, calm yet containing endless mystery. The snowflakes around her seemed to be drawn to her, slowly swirling around her to form a small snow vortex.

The snow beneath his feet trembled slightly, causing the subtle spiritual energy to sag, and the surrounding snowflakes scattered, only to be swept away by the howling wind and blown into the distance. Since the change of his fate, Fusu had inherited the so-called "three useless talents," and had long since lost control of spiritual energy, but he showed no sign of backing down.

Fusu looked calmly into her eyes and met her gaze.

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"And what about you, Junior Sister? Why do you care so much about Yang Pingsheng?" he countered.

Chapter 641 There is a Fusu on the Mountain

On the mountain grows the hibiscus, in the marsh grows the lotus. But I see not Zidu, but a madman.

On the mountain grows a pine tree by the bridge, in the marshland a dragon roams. But I see not Zichong, but a cunning boy. —From *The Book of Songs*, *The Odes of Zheng*, "On the Mountain Grows Fusu"

As time passed, Fusu never experienced the fatherly love he once felt. The world had changed, and so had his father.

There are many paths in the world, and everyone says which path one should adhere to. Too many people have died for the path in their hearts.

Bai Ze of the Guardian Sect coldly observed everything; its gaze reminded Fu Su of himself watching ants back then.