The improved female villains regained their memories.

In the new world, spiritual energy and killing techniques are monopolized by the royal family, and ordinary people have virtually no chance of cultivation. Yang Luoyi has already confirmed that the only people who can still cultivate now are Wen Shihan and Song Panning.

The reason these two can cultivate is because Xu Baxian needs people. Others, even Xu Anlu and Xu Anyin, are members of the royal family and cannot cultivate.

Not to mention the Fate Threads at work, Yang Luoyi even suspected that Ye Buxin had changed their fates.

With her plans thwarted and her parents suffering, what could she do?

She found a place to sit down and stared blankly at the puddle on the ground.

An elderly street sweeper stopped next to her, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

"Girl, lift your foot." The old man said when Yang Luo didn't react for a while.

Yang Luoyi did not react.

"Lift your foot."

Yang Luo looked over impatiently: "What's the point of carrying it? In this weather, it will rain after you sweep, and the street will get dirty again. What are you sweeping for?"

"Why are you so angry, young lady?" The old man, instead of getting angry at her words, smiled helplessly and said, "It will rain eventually. If we follow your logic, I might as well not sweep at all."

"That's how it is."

“Young lady, you are mistaken. If we do nothing about what Heaven does, then the human race will not develop. Haven’t you heard the story of Yu the Great and the like?”

Although Ye Buxin created a new world, perhaps due to the influence of the ancient human sages, the world's past timeline has not changed. Yang Luoyi is not surprised that people in the current world know this, but she is surprised that a street sweeper would know these things.

"You still know about the past?"

"Yu the Great controlled the floods, what don't we know?" the old man laughed. "What Heaven wants to do is Heaven's business, what we want to do is our business. If Heaven stops us, then we'll just find another way to do it. We can't just give up and do nothing."

"If it's a dead end brought by fate, then there must be a solution."

As the saying goes, "Heaven's sins may be forgiven, but self-inflicted sins cannot be escaped."

Yang Luoyi stopped talking and stood up.

She casually tossed the old man a bag of money: "What you said makes some sense. Well then, you can continue sweeping, old man."

With that, she turned and stepped into the mist.

The old man smiled helplessly, and the surrounding mist automatically enveloped him and disappeared as well.

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At noon, the rain that was supposed to fall didn't come, the clouds dispersed, and the sun was very hot.

In a bustling street corner of the capital, the sun was scorching and blinding, baking the bluestone pavement. Su Murong stood there, dressed in a magnificent brocade dress. The exquisite embroidery on the hem shimmered in the sunlight, like flowing gold. Her hair was piled high, adorned with several jeweled hairpins. Her makeup was exquisite and aloof, but her expression remained disdainful.

Opposite him, Wen Shihan was dressed in official robes, the black fabric embroidered with silver patterns representing official rank. He was dignified and solemn, his back straight, his expression serious, his brows slightly furrowed, his hand on the sword at his waist, his gaze fixed intently on Su Murong.

The four celestial spirits, now in human form, stood behind Su Murong, along with a group of businessmen dressed in uniform. Although they looked fearful, they stood firmly behind him, clutching various lists of goods or ledgers as if to identify themselves.

Although Wen Shihan did not have the Four Celestial Spirits behind him, he did have a group of guards holding weapons. Their armor reflected a cold light in the sunlight, and they stood motionless like statues, waiting for Wen Shihan's order.

When gods fight, mortals are affected. Street vendors, terrified, scrambled behind their stalls. Some fruit vendors were knocked over, apples rolling onto the cobblestones, their bright red color starkly contrasting in the tense atmosphere. A little flower girl huddled in a corner, clutching several bunches of flowers tightly in her hands, her eyes filled with fear as she watched the two figures confronting each other.

Wen Shihan looked at Su Murong's confident expression and his face turned serious.

Admittedly, Su Murong is just a businessman, but this guy has made too many connections with the royal family. Not only does he send money to Xu Baxian, but he also takes care of the princes and princesses. Wen Shihan heard yesterday that this guy invited Xu Anyin to his residence for dinner and had the Vermilion Bird, one of the Four Heavenly Spirits, sing a song for Xu Anyin, making the other party laugh out loud.

Those are the Four Heavenly Spirits, beings that even the royal family dares not underestimate. That is why Wen Shihan always feels a headache whenever he faces Su Murong.

If you push him too far, he won't stay calm; if you don't push him, he'll do whatever he wants and cause chaos in the capital.

Now, Su Murong took the initiative, raising his chin and saying with a disdainful look, "Lord Wen, the rules of the Chamber of Commerce should be handled by our own people. It is inappropriate for you to bring people to interfere."

Wen Shihan sneered: "If you behave yourself, I certainly won't interfere, but tell me yourself, what have you been selling all this time?"

Su Murong feigned ignorance: "I didn't sell anything."

Wen Shihan said coldly, "Do I need to remind you? It's a dazzling array of colors."

"Is there a problem with selling that thing?" Su Murong widened his eyes, looking completely innocent. "This is something His Majesty promised me to sell, and I have the royal permission document. Besides, Princess Xu Anyin used it yesterday and said it was good. Are you going to disobey His Majesty?"

"Bullshit! You sell addictive drugs and you still think you're right?" Wen Shihan cursed angrily. "Su Murong, you've made so many members of the royal family addicted and lost a fortune. Just for that alone, I can take you down."

"Hey, Lord Wen, you're being unreasonable!" Su Murong retorted angrily. "Our business is all about mutual consent. As long as it's legal and compliant, and approved by the royal family, then we have a clear conscience. Besides, we're not selling to poor people. This stuff is specially supplied to the royal family. Go look around on the street, who's addicted to it?"

"Su Murong!"

"Why are you calling me 'Mom'? Why are you shouting so loudly? Do you want everyone to know you're my daughter?"

Wen Shihan suddenly drew her sword, and with this action, the guards behind her all drew their swords as well.

Zhuque rushed forward and shielded Su Murong behind her, while the other members of the chamber of commerce surged forward to block Su Murong.

Su Murong shouted from the crowd, "Everyone come and see! Lord Wen is bullying honest merchants. What a display of official power!"

Wen Shihan's face darkened: "Don't shout nonsense."

Su Murong straightened his neck: "So you dare to do it but not admit it, huh?"

"Su Murong, do you really think I wouldn't dare to lay a hand on you?"

"Come on, if you're so capable, try and chop me with this. If you're not, then you're nothing but this (makes a circle with one hand and sticks his other finger into the circle)."

"Su Murong!"

"Why are you calling me 'Mom'? Are you shouting so loudly so others will know you want to kowtow and acknowledge me as your biological mother?"

It was clear that the two sides were about to engage in a fierce battle.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "The Prime Minister's daughter is here!!" With a whoosh, the crowd scattered. Vendors, forgetting to pack up their stalls, grabbed their goods and ran, fearing trouble. The little flower girl who had been trembling in the corner just moments before dropped her flowers, lifted her skirt, and dashed into the alley. The pedestrians who had been standing on the street also scattered like birds, and in the blink of an eye, the once bustling street corner became deserted, leaving only the two opposing groups of Wen Shihan and Su Murong.

"Tsk."

"Oh no, trouble is here."

One of them grimaced, while the other had a headache; clearly, neither of them could do anything about the prime minister's daughter.

After all, that's Luo Benmo, that notorious troublemaker.

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A group of servants carried the sedan chair in.

The sedan chair was decorated extremely ornately, with its body made of golden nanmu wood and its curtains made of light and thin silk brocade embroidered with exquisite floral patterns.

The butler, Lone Wolf, bowed respectfully and gently lifted the exquisite sedan curtain with both hands. In an instant, the stunning beauty of the silver-haired girl came into view—her hair, like the finest silver threads, fell smoothly over her delicate shoulders, each strand seemingly kissed by moonlight, radiating a soft glow. Her forehead was smooth and full, like a piece of warm, lustrous jade, with a few wisps of hair playfully falling across it, adding to her lively charm.

The girl's lips were like delicate rose petals, slightly pouting, with a hint of stubbornness. Her fair, snow-white skin seemed delicate and fragile, with a faint pink hue, like peach blossoms blooming in early spring. A faint blush graced her cheeks, and her fine silks and satins suggested she was pampered at home.

She was a very pretty girl, but she was rather petite, looking no different from a little girl. The impatience in her eyes made it clear that she was not someone to be trifled with.

Before Wen Shihan could speak, Su Murong had already greeted him with a smile.

"Oh my, isn't this Miss Luo?" Su Murong approached the sedan chair, bowing and scraping as he said, "You didn't even send someone to let me know you were coming, so I could have made some preparations."

Luo Benmo glanced at her sideways: "What did you call me?"

"Look at my mouth." Su Murong hurriedly slapped his own mouth. "It's Sister Luo. Sister, why didn't you tell me you were coming here? Hehe, look, I've shown you this unseemly scene, it's an eyesore for you."

"Can't you come?"

"Yes, you can come. Anytime is fine with me."

Luo Benmo nodded and pointed at Wen Shihan: "I don't want to see her. Tell them to get lost."

"Okay." Su Murong nodded with a smile, then turned to Wen Shihan and said, "Did you hear that? Our sister said you should get lost."

Su Murong was not afraid of Wen Shihan to begin with, and now that Luo Benmo was backing him up, he spoke with even more confidence.

Wen Shihan sheathed his sword with a cold face, turned around and said, "Let's go."

Although she was promoted by the current emperor and wielded immense power, she was ultimately subject to others for various reasons.

At least Luo Benmo, she couldn't move.

Seeing Wen Shihan and the others leave, Su Murong's smile widened, and he squatted down next to Luo Benmo again.

"Dear sister, what would you like to do today? Listen to music, take a bath, or have someone perform a story for you?"

Luo Benmo looked at her: "Have I found the person from my dream?"

Su Murong cursed inwardly, "Damn it, I can find the ghosts and people I dream about," but he still greeted them with a smile: "Don't worry, my business association has people all over the world. The image has already been sent out, and we'll find it for you sooner or later."

"Yes, there's a reward if you find it."

"Thank you, Sister Xie!"

"Oh, and one more thing." Just as Luo Benmo was about to have Lone Wolf lower the curtain, he suddenly remembered something and added, "What is Five-Colored Powder? Let me try it."

Su Murong's face stiffened: "Haha, sister, those things are nothing, just some trinkets, they're not interesting at all."

"show me."

"this......"

Luo Benmo frowned: "Is there a problem?"

"This is a royal special, sister, look..."

"Lone Wolf, hit her."

"Wait, wait!" Su Murong hurriedly called out, "If you want to see it, that's fine, but this month's batch has all been sent to the royal family. If you want to see it, you'll have to wait until next month."

"Three days," Luo Benmo said. "If I don't see you in three days, I'll personally beat your ass to a pulp."

"..."

"Is there a problem?"

"......no problem."

"Take me in, or let me see the story."

"Okay, this way please."

Su Murong could only smile and agree.

But in her heart, she had already cursed Luo Benmo's ancestors for eighteen generations.

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Night fell, and Su Murong, having finally managed to send this troublesome person away, returned to his room.

Zhuque helped her to bed and said with concern, "My lord, you've had a hard day. You had to deal with both Wen Shihan and Luo Benmo. Neither of them is easy to handle."