The improved female villains regained their memories.

It understands the feelings of all things and knows the affairs of ghosts and gods, so it can see clearly that Yang Pingsheng has already broken up with her. After she kills Fusu, the two will probably become mortal enemies. Yet Ye Buxin is still thinking of being with him.

Even the most astute person can make mistakes.

It was too lazy to continue communicating with Ye Buxin, and only gave her one last sentence.

"Always speak in accordance with destiny, and you will surely have many blessings."

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After gaining the support of the Heavenly Guardian Sect, also known as Bai Ze, apart from those troublesome family heads, no one else could pose any obstacle to Ye Buxin.

She possesses the Fate Game, which allows her to arbitrarily arrange the fate of everyone who enters it; she has countless avatars and can easily infiltrate any power.

Zhao Gao controlled the discourse, Li Si controlled the government, and the mastermind Ye Buxin sat in the Fate Bureau, manipulating everyone's fate at will.

Golden threads stretched out freely, first through the imperial court, then the capital, and finally the entire Qin state.

It is spreading so far that it is almost engulfing the whole world.

Some opponents died suddenly from illness, some troublemakers fell to their deaths, and those boastful scholars who were originally destined for the fate of burning books and burying scholars alive were all transformed by Ye Buxin into singing praises.

For various reasons, they had no choice but to submit to the Qin state and its court. The First Emperor's illustrious name began to resound throughout the land.

But no one knew that the mastermind behind it all was that green monster.

She interfered in the history of humanity, changing the course of humankind and altering the fate of everyone.

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"Your name is Liu Ji?"

"...Who are you?"

The bandit, disguised as a human, drew his knife and killed the man in front of him with a single blow.

"Slay the remaining members of the Xiang family!"

Squads of Qin soldiers suddenly rushed in, and Xiang Liang and his nephew were hacked to pieces before they could even react.

Such scenes were playing out in various places, with the remnants of the six kingdoms and some people who would have a significant impact in the future being assassinated and hunted down.

The Qin state was invincible, and even the Jixia Academy was eradicated. Without Nangong Qingyang's leadership, these people scattered like monkeys when the tree fell, and could only flee in disarray.

The rebel army also became a disorganized mess. Some who had originally agreed to rebel suddenly changed their minds, while others who had already rebelled suddenly started fighting amongst themselves. In short, the rebel army was unstable and was quickly quelled by the Qin army.

The golden threads of the Bureau of Fate have spread throughout the world, and the fate of most people is now in Ye Buxin's hands.

She no longer had to pretend.

Using the words of the First Emperor, she began to suppress Li Si, appointed herself as prime minister, and shamelessly stood in the open in the court, disregarding the laws of Qin.

Her footsteps echoed through the silent court, each step seeming to pound on the hearts of the officials. The court was deathly silent; even breathing seemed deliberately suppressed. Those officials who had once been so eloquent and argumentative now bowed their heads,不敢对视她 (不敢对视她 - dared not meet her gaze). The Censor-in-Chief gripped his tablet tightly, a slight sweat beading on his forehead; the military officers, too, had abandoned their usual bravado, standing ramrod straight, their eyes fixed on the ground. The entire court seemed frozen by an invisible force, with only the aura emanating from Ye Buxin flowing slowly.

Golden threads spread out, covering it like a spider web.

Ye Buxin gave Zhao Gao a wink, and Zhao Gao understood immediately. He then said in a high-pitched voice, "His Majesty has decreed that Prince Fusu is morally deficient and is ordered to commit suicide. Prince Huhai will be established as the Crown Prince."

The courtiers were horrified. They never imagined that Ye Buxin could be so shameless. Even if it wasn't the First Emperor who issued the edict, shouldn't there at least be an imperial edict? At the very least, a crime should be assigned to Fusu.

She did absolutely nothing, and with just the eunuch's words, she took the life of the Qin prince.

An official, unable to bear it any longer, stepped forward. Dressed in his court robes, he stood tall and upright, his face radiating righteous indignation. His chest heaved with rage, his eyes burning with fury. He was about to speak out against this injustice when, at the very moment before he could utter a word, a mysterious force of fate activated. This force, invisible and colorless, felt like an unseen hand, gripping him tightly. His face instantly flushed crimson, his breathing became rapid, and his eyes widened, filled with resentment and anger.

He tried to speak, but something seemed to be blocking his throat, and he could only make gurgling sounds. After a few moments, his body swayed a few times and then fell straight down, dying of anger.

The court officials were even more terrified. Already uneasy because of the absurd imperial decree, they now witnessed an upright person being strangled by a mysterious force, and dared not make the slightest move. They lowered their heads, their bodies trembling slightly, not daring to breathe.

Ye Buxin slightly raised her eyes, as if she hadn't seen him, and asked, "What are your opinions, gentlemen?"

No one spoke.

She nodded and delivered her verdict on Fusu.

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"Then let him die."

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Night fell, and darkness pressed in. A sandstorm rose, obscuring the starry sky. Distant mountains were reduced to blurry outlines in the darkness, like sleeping giants coiled and crouching. Occasionally, the cries of owls pierced the night, their sounds particularly jarring in the stillness, adding to the eeriness of the night.

Along the way, countless sandstorms raged, and the horses' hooves pounded the ground with a dull thud that carried far in the silent night. Two riders returned to camp from the crucial point of the dragon vein, their bodies still bearing the dust picked up during their patrol, the grime faintly visible in the dim starlight.

It was Meng Tian and Fusu.

After running back and forth for so long, the two of them were quite tired. The Dragon Vein Suppression Site was far from the camp they had built. There was a special power there, and apart from Fusu and Meng Tian, ​​no one else dared to approach it easily. Such a large-scale journey was almost too much for the spirit steed that had been enlightened by the immortals, and it kept draining the spiritual energy in its body.

The two leaned against a withered tree and stopped the spirit horse beside it.

"Now that's settled, those scoundrels of unknown origin have been wiped out," Meng Tian said. "It's just a pity that you, young master, have to suffer with me in this place, Shangjun."

Fusu brushed the dust off his clothes. As if sensing something, he suddenly said, "If only there were wine."

"Ok?"

"With the dragon vein now securely established, my worries are finally over. If there were wine available, I would drink with Meng Qing."

Meng Tian chuckled a few times and said, "If you want to drink, young master, there's plenty at the camp. When we get back, I'll invite everyone to a banquet to celebrate your success."

Fusu glanced at him indifferently and smiled, "I want to drink now, but I might not want to when we get back to the camp."

Meng Tian didn't speak. He saw that Fu Su was touching something in his hand. If he wasn't mistaken, it was a token given to him by Meng Ying.

He couldn't help but chuckle awkwardly, "I'm sorry to have troubled you, young master."

It's unclear whether this aggrieved expression was directed at the wine or at Meng Ying.

“There’s no such thing as being wronged or not. Everyone has regrets.” He said, looking up at the sky. This prince of Qin had been in Shangjun for so long, and his face was weathered by the wind and sand. He looked at the sky, watching it stretch into the distance and into darkness.

“You know, Meng Qing, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what the best path for the human race should take. Should we let the human race decide for itself, or should the strongest person decide it by carrying out their will? The Book of Changes says, ‘A group of dragons without a head is auspicious,’ but it also says, ‘A flying dragon in the sky is advantageous to see a great man.’ The paths left by the sages of the human race have been discussed in various ways, but I still don’t know which path the human race should take.”

He looked at Meng Tian, ​​noticing his somewhat bewildered expression, and smiled, "Don't mind it, Meng Qing, it's just some of my thoughts, and I wanted to chat with you about it."

Meng Tian smiled awkwardly and said, "Young Master, even if you asked me this question, I wouldn't be able to answer..."

“The Meng family focuses on physical cultivation and weapon crafting, I understand. Asking you this is a bit difficult for you.” He smiled. “Then just consider it me talking nonsense.”

Meng Tian didn't know how to answer, so he simply kept quiet.

Fusu continued, speaking to himself, "I've heard about my father's reputation lately. People don't dare to say anything openly, but they all think he's a tyrant. Yes, he's the only one who can impose his will on everyone in the world. Can he lead everyone onto the right path? I'm very worried, but now, my power is gone, and there's nothing I can do."

"Sir..."

"Actually, I couldn't do much from the beginning. Seeing too much made me worry too much. Even if I killed them all, what would I do? If I killed them all, which path would I take? Maybe it would have been better if I had been blind from the beginning, or even stupid. That way, I wouldn't have seen or thought too much, and I could have lived a muddled life. That wouldn't have been so bad."

Meng Tian listened and then fell silent.

He had known Fusu for a long time and knew that the incident in Shangjun had greatly affected him. He was no longer as cheerful and happy as before. He remained silent for a long time, focusing on stabilizing the dragon vein. The last time he had spoken so much to Fusu was back in the capital.

"Does the young master, who possesses the power of destiny, know something?" Meng Tian wondered.

As he was thinking, he saw Fusu stand up: "Let's go, Meng Qing, it's almost time."

The sound of hooves echoed again beneath the dark curtain, the sandstorm grew stronger, and the spirited steed, panting heavily, also felt a certain pressure.

After walking for a long time, Meng Tian said, "Young master, hang in there a little longer. Once we cross the earthen slope ahead, we'll be back at the camp."

Fusu remained silent, his face calm, all his emotions hidden in the sandstorm.

As they crossed the earthen slope, Meng Tian suddenly called out to Fusu, grabbed the spirit horse, and stood on the slope.

Meng Tian sensed that something was wrong.

At this time of day, the camp would normally be brightly lit, filled with the sounds of soldiers chatting and training. But now, an eerie atmosphere pervaded the space. Only a few faint lights flickered in the camp, like candles in the wind, threatening to go out at any moment. The tents appeared shadowy in the dim light, their once neat rows now crooked and distorted as if by an invisible force.

A deathly silence enveloped the area; not a single sound could be heard—no soldiers' shouts, no clash of weapons, not even the neighing of horses. This stillness was like an invisible hand, tightly gripping the camp and suppressing all life. Meng Tian frowned, his hand unconsciously tightening its grip on the reins, his gaze warily scanning every corner of the camp, trying to find the source of anything amiss.

Suddenly, an invisible force descended, and more than a dozen people appeared out of thin air, surrounding them.

Meng Tian instantly activated his spiritual energy, letting out a roar: "Who goes there!?"

One of the dozen or so people surrounding the group stepped forward and loudly proclaimed, "Please, Prince Fusu, receive the imperial decree."

Before Meng Tian could react, he saw Fusu dismount and shout, "Your subject receives the imperial decree!" It was someone from the capital.

The man read aloud: "I, in my humble state, rule the world, and thanks to the spirits of the ancestral temples, the four seas are at peace. My eldest son, Fusu, was originally entrusted with great hopes and given the important task of supervising the army in Shangjun, hoping that he would gain experience and become capable, and inherit my great cause."

However, Fusu is eccentric and has repeatedly defied my will, contradicting my laws and policies in many ways. My laws are the foundation of the nation and cannot be taken lightly. In the north, Fusu has even colluded with my loyal minister Meng Tian, ​​plotting rebellion and attempting to disrupt my court. His intentions are despicable.

Out of filial piety, I cannot bear to impose the ultimate punishment on Fusu. I hereby bestow upon him a sword, ordering him to commit suicide to preserve his honor and prevent the downfall of his clan. Fusu must not disobey this decree and must swiftly comply with my will. I hereby appoint Huhai as Crown Prince to succeed me, ensuring the eternal stability of my Great Qin dynasty. This is my decree.

The man drew his sword and tossed it to Fusu, saying, "Young master, please."

"What? They've ordered Fusu's execution and installed Huhai as the crown prince?"

Meng Tian's face was terribly cold as he looked at the man: "Without an imperial edict, what kind of decree is this? Is it all based on your empty words?"

Fusu patted Meng Tian on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down, then stepped forward and looked at the man: "Who sent you?"

"His Majesty sent me."

"Is Father Emperor well?"

"I do not know."

"What's the situation in the capital?"

"I do not know."

"What if I don't commit suicide today?"

The man slowly raised his head, his eyes flashing green as he stared at Fusu: "If you, young master, do not die today, then three thousand men in the camp will die, and three hundred thousand border guards will die."

Meng Tian was furious: "How dare you!!"

He drew his magic weapon, a large sword, and immediately swung it down. The man couldn't dodge in time and was cleaved in two.

Those surrounding them immediately attacked. A golden thread wrapped around them, and Meng Tian used his magic weapon again, but for some reason, the weapon suddenly broke and backfired on him.

Meng Tian's spiritual sea was severely injured, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Fusu suddenly struck, immediately severing the golden thread and helping Meng Tian up.

"General Meng, there's no need to bother." He patted Meng Tian's hand: "It's just a life."

Meng Tian grabbed Fusu's hand, his eyes red with anger, and roared, "I'll take the young master and break out of here!"

Fusu shook his head: "If a father wants to order his son to die, what can a son do?"