The improved female villains regained their memories.

Time flies so fast.

Sometimes you don't know whether you've grown or regressed.

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Fusu's question was interpreted by Ye Buxin as a provocation.

This renowned prince of Qin, with his soft question, reignited Ye Buxin's nameless anger.

She sneered inwardly.

The life-swapping didn't pose much of a hindrance to Fusu; it was merely the loss of his spiritual energy. For those who manipulate fate, such losses were nothing.

Seeing Ye Buxin's cold smile, Fusu understood what she had misunderstood. He sighed softly, seemingly helpless yet also resigned, and took a small step back.

"Junior Sister, why are you doing this?" he asked.

Ye Buxin answered his question: "Why should I care? Senior Brother, you are no different from the others. To be honest, I don't care what you think of me and Ping Sheng. But I want to tell you, those who walk different paths cannot make plans together. The world has already gone down the wrong path. It is your business if you insist on going down this wrong path, but how can you mislead Ping Sheng? The camaraderie you want to maintain among your fellow disciples, the familial love that Second Senior Brother wants to protect, and the marital love that Third Senior Sister wants to uphold, all seem to me to be childish and laughable games. These are the smallest and most insignificant loves in the world. How can such love lead the world and bring it back to the right path?"

This statement sounds like a question, but it also expresses a lot of things.

Looking at the person in front of him, Fusu realized that she was indeed the same as Yang Pingsheng in some ways, only that Yang Pingsheng was not as obsessive as her, not as... no, perhaps Yang Pingsheng was also obsessive, but their obsessions were different, a point that perhaps neither of them realized.

He understood that talking was no longer useful; their enemy shouldn't be the other side, but rather the thing above them.

"Junior Sister, I really don't want to lay a hand on you," he said.

Ye Buxin's eyes widened, as if she had heard something amusing. Trying her best to control herself, she tilted her head and asked Fusu:

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"Ying Fusu, do you think you can defeat me?"

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All gentleness had vanished from Fusu's eyes; at this moment, they were filled with murderous intent: "Ye Buxin, for Yang Pingsheng's sake, I can accept your stubbornness and obstinacy. However, you've gone too far in some things. Although there's no evidence, and although fate hasn't provided an answer, I know these things are beyond your control. You're right, the path is now divided into a hundred, everyone holds their own opinion, and the world has long since lost its way. But you can never be the one to lead the world. You can't even tolerate human emotions; how can you possibly tolerate all the people in the world?"

"Ye Buxin, you have become an obstacle for the people of the world. For the sake of the world, I must kill you." As the wind blew, the prince of Qin raised his finger, using some kind of magical technique.

The sudden shackles pinned Ye Buxin to the spot, rendering her unable to move.

The power of fate appeared in the exact same scene as when I faced Nangong Qingyang.

He drew his sword, his eyes filled with sorrow yet determination, and plunged it into Ye Buxin's heart.

That mysterious energy was fixed on Ye Buxin, and if she made any unusual move, it would backfire on her.

The cold light shone like a dragon, and the atmosphere was so oppressive it felt almost tangible.

The withered trees, bent low by the weight of snow, made a "whooshing" sound. Snowflakes kept falling on their shoulders and hair, but were quickly frozen by the icy aura emanating from them.

Ye Buxin suddenly tore through the shackles and grabbed Fusu's sword with her bare hands.

She watched Fusu's trembling body, watched the backlash from the three wastes cause him to bleed from his mouth and nose, and watched this noble number one young master of the world be disheveled under the weight of the snow.

She gripped the sword tightly, and the blade snapped in two.

"Ying Fusu, do you think things are still the same as before? After our lives were swapped, Heaven's will is no longer on your side. Without Heaven's support, what are you?"

"Now, the one whose fate is in my hands is me."

The broken blade was crushed into powder in Ye Buxin's hand.

She took a step back, her body disappearing into the snow, leaving Fusu with her last words.

"Ying Fusu, a person blessed with bloodline talents, let me see what you can do without them?"

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Fusu returned to the camp.

As soon as he returned, his men brought news that the forces besieging the area had suddenly disappeared. As soon as the forces disappeared, they received the latest news that an unknown rebellious force had appeared in Shangjun, seemingly wanting to destroy the dragon vein that was being constructed.

The war against Baiyue was not over when trouble broke out in Shangjun. To make matters worse, just as his subordinates gave Fusu news, Zhao Gao sent someone to say that the First Emperor had decreed that Fusu should go to Shangjun to cooperate with Meng Tian in dealing with the rebellious forces, and that he did not need to return to the capital with the imperial carriage.

These sudden pieces of news, coupled with Ye Buxin's final words, seemed to form a curse, descending upon Fusu's fate.

That night, the light of the spiritual fire mingled with the snow, falling on Fusu's face and revealing a hint of vicissitude.

The advisors under his command were arguing fiercely. Some believed that Fusu should try to regain the capital, otherwise his political power would be completely divided up by Li Si and his group. Others believed that this was, after all, the First Emperor's decree, and Fusu could only obey the emperor's order. However, he could try to do something to make the outcome of the matter turn into him sending someone to Shangjun.

Although the two groups were arguing, they generally agreed that Shangjun was not a place to go. The argument was simply about how to change this fact. While they were arguing, Fusu sat by his desk and made several talismans with messages.

After he finished making the talisman, he saw that his subordinates were still arguing, so he gently patted the table to stop them from continuing to argue.

He decided the course of events with just one sentence.

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"Gentlemen, my mind is made up. The dragon vein is of great importance, and I must go there in person."

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Dragon veins are things that condense the fortune of the human race.

As long as the dragon vein exists, no matter which dynasty it is in the future, the human race's fortune will always be there, and the human race will not suffer annihilation.

Fusu recalled what his father had said long ago, and also remembered witnessing his father's transformation long ago.

Back then, he might not have understood why his father had become like that, but now, he seems to understand a little.

Because he is also changing.

His hand brushed over the contents of the decree, feeling the chill spreading from all directions, enveloping him layer by layer.

He wasn't unaware that something might have happened to his father.

Perhaps he was being controlled, perhaps he had already lost his mind in the Taixu, perhaps he was already dead. All this information, including the current situation, was the work of his junior sister.

He had considered these things.

He should act like his subordinates, either outwardly complying while inwardly resisting, or arguing his case based on reason. In short, he should find a way to return to the capital and reclaim his former power. But when this thought came to him, another voice would emerge in his heart.

The image that sound conjured up was familiar to him—a group of ants, a group of ants gathering together.

The dragon vein must not be lost.

So even knowing that this might be his junior sister's first move, he still accepted it without hesitation.

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His subordinates offered him many strategies to evade the imperial decree to return to the capital, but he rejected them all.

He said, "The imperial decree is true. I have already received the news. The dragon vein is indeed under threat, and I have to go there."

His subordinates tried to persuade him, but he stopped them with a single sentence.

"The matter of the dragon vein is of utmost importance; there is no need for further persuasion."

Once the prince of Qin made his decision, no one could dissuade him.

The next day, he made his final preparations, rode his spirit steed, and stood atop the mountain.

He looked at this ravaged land, at the people suffering from the ravages of war, and his sorrowful eyes truly imprinted all of this upon them.

Li Zhujun, Zhou Jinyu, and Yang Pingsheng, the three people who once helped him, are no longer by his side.

He recalled their lofty ambitions back then, their high spirits in the Guigu Academy, and the questions his master had asked him.

"If one day you complete your studies and acquire great skills, what would you like to do?"

Fusu's answer was: "I want peace to reign throughout the land."

Power, status, and reputation were all things that Fusu cared about; what he cared about was peace and tranquility throughout the land.

Peace, oh peace, how can the world possibly be at peace?

During the war, he thought that unification would bring peace. After unification, he thought that eliminating those ambitious people would bring peace. But when he actually tried to eliminate these rebellious forces, he realized that these things could not be eliminated.

Human desires exist, and as long as desires and hatred remain, the world can never be at peace.

Everyone has their own experiences and their own pain. With those unforgettable memories, the greater one's talent, the more pain one will create.

When will this world finally be at peace?

Fusu sighed and rode his spirit steed towards Shangjun.

In the end, he was the only one walking on this road.

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Ye Buxin watched Fusu's departing figure.

"Take care, cousin," she murmured, as if saying goodbye.

Fusu's mother was from the State of Chu, a secret of the royal family that few people knew.

The snow, carried by the wind, was pure white, yet it was a dark, oppressive mass, making it impossible for people to lift their heads.

Ye Buxin's face was hidden in the shadows. She had seen many of her relatives pass away, and now, one more wouldn't make a difference.

She knew Fusu would make this choice because her master's question that time had made her understand Fusu's ambition. Ah, ambition! It is the guiding light of the heart, the key to guidance when one is lost. How could one easily entrust it to another?

She made this move, and Fusu followed suit. She gave Fusu a choice, and Fusu made his choice, which, as expected, was the choice she wanted.

Once struck by the deadly, hidden spot, he would have no chance of survival, and even fate could not save him.

The only person who could save him was Yang Pingsheng, because Yang Pingsheng, like her, also knew about the secluded place. If he were still alive, he certainly wouldn't have let Fusu make the choice.

But it's a real pity that Zhou Jinyu's death disturbed him. It's his fault, though, since he had clearly chosen her, yet he still succumbed to the death of another person.

Li Zhujun appeared and said to Ye Buxin, "Junior brother is back. His power has been restored, and he has received the message again. I guess he should know about Fusu's matter by now."

Ye Buxin nodded: "There are still big flaws. If he were to investigate the false intelligence he received at the time, he might still find some clues."

Li Zhujun immediately laughed: "Then what should we do?"

Ye Buxin glanced at him calmly.

She knew what he was thinking, and that he might be gloating, but she still spoke up and responded to Li Zhujun's words.

"Then let Yang Pingsheng choose," she said quietly.

"This is the secluded place I left for him."

Chapter 642 His Unwillingness