The improved female villains regained their memories.

Ye Buxin was more wicked, more terrifying, and more cruel than the previous rulers of the six kingdoms.

She is a scourge to the world!

Wang Jingxing clenched his fists, stood in the shadows, and watched Ye Buxin walk back to the Prime Minister's residence.

She suddenly stopped, glanced in their direction as if sensing something, and smiled disdainfully.

Wang Jingxing stared blankly at Ye Buxin, who was now too lazy to even control anyone's fate, since she already held everyone's destiny in her hands.

How could she possibly defeat such an opponent?

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The capital city was plunged into a day of bloody terror.

After testing the nobles' bottom line, Ye Buxin revealed his murderous intent.

Dozens of royal relatives were killed, and the heavy rain washed away their blood, turning the area red.

Li Si and his entire family were cut in half at the waist, without any power to resist.

In just one day, many people died in the capital.

Wang Jingxing witnessed every execution. She stood in the crowd, soaked by the rain, numb just like them.

Anger is insignificant in the face of overwhelming power.

Should she give up? Abandon this path of pursuing righteousness. She has already found her own righteousness, to rid the world of evil, but she hesitates and hesitates to move forward.

She touched her face, unable to distinguish between rain and tears, and felt that she was ridiculous, and that the world was ridiculous.

All the fighting and strife ultimately benefited this devil.

The six states forgot, and Qin forgot too. After a hundred years of fighting during the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, the one who ultimately emerged victorious turned out to be a scourge.

She wanted to uphold her righteous cause and eliminate this scourge, but she was weak and powerless, manipulated by the other party and even forced to kill her own master—it was all a joke.

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The rain poured down mercilessly, pounding against the ancient city walls and the bluestone pavement, splashing up murky droplets.

The bustling market of the past was nowhere to be seen. Rainwater streamed down the eaves of the houses, forming curtains of water. Occasionally, one or two pedestrians would hurry past, heads down, afraid to look, their faces filled with fear. The street vendors had stopped hawking their wares and huddled in corners, their eyes filled with terror.

The bodies of Li Si and his entire family were simply left at Caishikou, soaking in water and left to rot.

The crowd had long since dispersed, but Wang Jingxing stood there in a daze.

With the rain blocked by a magical artifact, Wang Jingxing turned his head slightly and saw Li Zhujun's face.

"This is the price you pay for saving me. Do you see? You have assisted a scourge, a demon, a nightmare for the whole world. As long as she lives, righteousness will dissipate."

She said this and closed her eyes.

"I'd rather you didn't save me."

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She no longer knew how to face Li Zhujun.

Their experiences and the things they've done over the years have long created a rift between them.

Li Zhujun's honesty made her feel his love, but she couldn't accept such love.

She wished he didn't have that kind of love.

This kind of love blocked her path, making it impossible for her to continue on her path with determination.

She's going to die on this road.

He died on this road called righteousness.

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However, he did save her after all, and she understood that he would never allow himself to do such a thing now.

It's not worth fighting a battle where you're destined to die.

Perhaps that's why she hated him so much.

I hate that he meddles in other people's business, I hate that he aids and abets evil, and I hate that he can't distinguish right from wrong.

No matter how you look at it, he did all of this to save her.

This caused her great distress.

She had to keep going, whether for her master or for herself.

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The sound of raindrops kept falling.

Li Zhujun finally stopped laughing this time. He quietly looked at the corpses and the pile of rotting flesh.

“Sister, if you’re not comfortable staying in the capital, come with me somewhere else. Things will get better.”

Things will get better eventually, won't they?

She grabbed Li Zhujun's shoulder, her eyes red, and looked at him: "How can things get better with such a scourge around?"

"Will wanton slaughter and indiscriminate killing bring about a good thing?"

"Will things get better if they manipulate the court and fool the people?"

"Will things get better if people act recklessly and disregard etiquette?"

Her voice was hoarse, almost screaming in the torrential rain and thunder.

"If a person lacks righteousness, he is no different from a beast; how can he possibly be good?"

Why is she in so much pain?

Why does someone who clearly dislikes Li Zhujun experience emotional fluctuations because of a single sentence he says?

Wang Jingxing's face was covered in tears, and his heart, on the verge of collapse, was overflowing with sorrow.

Li Zhujun said that she was his family.

Then aren't her family members also like him?

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But people should always live for themselves, for the righteousness in their hearts.

My senior brother was buried alive with the State of Chu, and my senior sister committed suicide in the State of Yan.

They were all acting out of a sense of righteousness.

Wang Jingxing has found her sense of righteousness, which she has finally found, so how could she give it up?

How could she be willing to give it up?

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Li Zhujun closed her eyes.

He reached out and, trembling, grabbed Wang Jingxing's shoulder.

They said nothing, yet it seemed like they said everything.

The torrential rain poured down, obscuring the figures of the brother and sister.

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Night fell, the moon was obscured by dark clouds, and although the rain had stopped, the thick, dark clouds still lingered.

Inside the Prime Minister's residence, the night was as thick as ink, heavily smeared on every corner. The moon was completely obscured by dark clouds, with only a few faint rays occasionally piercing through. The wind howled through the courtyard, rustling the leaves like whispers of ghosts hidden in the darkness.

Ye Buxin stood quietly under the eaves, her plain clothes fluttering gently in the night breeze. She tilted her head slightly, seemingly admiring a non-existent scene, a faint smile playing on her lips, and said softly, "Such a dark and windy night has quite a unique charm." Her voice echoed in the silent Prime Minister's residence, carrying an unusual calmness.

"What do you think?" she asked, glancing at a shadowy spot.

The concealing magical artifacts were unveiled, and Wang Jingxing walked out from inside. She was fully armed, covered in all sorts of magical artifacts, some of which even Ye Buxin couldn't determine their effects at a glance.

Ye Buxin was not surprised, as if she had expected it all along, and said: "Wang Jingxing, I spared your life in Baiyue before, and now, out of respect for Li Zhujun, I have released you from control. Now you come to my residence fully armed. What, do you want to repay kindness with enmity?"

Wang Jingxing looked coldly at Ye Buxin: "You controlled me to kill my master. There is only hatred between us, not gratitude."

Ye Buxin smiled indifferently.

Wang Jingxing couldn't see it, but she saw it clearly: countless golden threads descended from the sky, tightly wrapping around her body—this was the secret behind Ye Buxin's daring to relinquish control over her; even without the Fate Scheme, Wang Jingxing's fate was in her hands.

"Did Li Zhujun know that you killed me?" she asked.

"Would you believe me if I said he knew or not?" Wang Jingxing activated one of the magical artifacts on his body. "You might as well just obediently die."

The spiritual energy suddenly increased, and the magical artifact burst forth with light.

But the next second, the glowing artifact exploded, and its explosion triggered a chain reaction of explosions in other artifacts.

Before Wang Jingxing could even harm Ye Buxin, he had already seriously injured himself.

She lay on the ground, trembling, trying to reach for her magical artifacts, but Ye Buxin's oppressive aura pressed her down and shoved her into the ground.

"act like a buffoon."

Ye Buxin lost interest, and her face became devoid of smiles, only coldness.

"Since you're going to die anyway, then die."

The golden threads were tightly bound together, and the remaining magical artifacts were on the verge of exploding.

At the critical moment, the spiritual energy in this place suddenly disappeared.

Ye Buxin looked to the side, and from the shadows, Li Zhujun, who had been hiding there for a long time, finally appeared.

"Second Brother, you finally couldn't hold back anymore?"

Li Zhujun smiled and nodded: "If I don't avenge my senior brother and my third junior sister, I really can't get over it in my heart."

"Hehe, since that's the case, how does Second Senior Brother plan to deal with me? You should know that fate is on my side."

“Yes, fate is on your side, which is really difficult.” Li Zhujun suddenly raised her hand: “That’s why I’ve stayed by your side for so long. Otherwise, how could I deceive fate?”

Ye Buxin was shocked to discover that Li Zhujun had unknowingly instilled a lot of human intentions into her body.

"Li Zhujun, how dare you..."

The person you love is the one you cherish.