The improved female villains regained their memories.

"Hmph, one a power-hungry tyrant, the other a spoiled young lady. If it weren't for being in the capital, who would care about them? I would have gone back to the south and been a local tyrant long ago," Su Murong cursed. Suddenly, she remembered something and asked, "What about the other three?"

"Um... Azure Dragon went to a brothel, White Tiger went back to his part-time job as an executioner, and Black Tortoise... she fell asleep as soon as she got back."

"Damn, three useless people."

Everyone says that the Four Celestial Spirits are mighty, but only Su Murong knows that none of the Four Celestial Spirits she raises are reliable, except for the Vermilion Bird.

Oh, the Vermilion Bird also has a problem; it's afraid of getting burned, so it often doesn't dare to use its spiritual energy.

Su Murong got into bed and said to Zhuque, "You've worked hard today too. Don't check the list so late, get some rest."

"Okay, I'm right next door. Just knock on the wall if you need anything, Master."

Suzaku is gone.

Su Murong turned off the light and lay down on the bed.

In the darkness, she closed her eyes.

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She suddenly opened her eyes.

Grasping the blade hidden under her pillow, she rolled onto the floor and raised the sword at the figure in the darkness: "Who!?"

In the darkness, blue hair fluttered.

"Su Murong, don't get excited, and don't think that the Vermilion Bird will come. I have already covered this room with my spiritual energy and my own life-concealing aura. Now, no one will know about our conversation."

Yang Luoyi looked at Su Murong, who was somewhat panicked but trying to remain calm, and said, "I want to talk to you, that's all."

That's right, the first female villain Yang Luoyi chose to contact was Su Murong.

She planned to start with Su Murong and sound the horn of counterattack.

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But the next second, Yang Luoyi was stunned.

Su Murong knelt down with a thud.

"Young hero, spare my life! I'm a good person!"

She burst into tears: "Although I, Su Murong, may have been shortchanged, raised prices at the last minute, and delivered goods that did not match the description, I still provided porridge and built houses for the poor. At most, I asked them to build me a temple so they could sing my praises when they had nothing else to do. I was just being vain. Heaven is my witness, I have never done anything against my conscience!"

"......"

"I'm going to make four moves on the Luo River!"

Su Murong held up four fingers and howled in front of Yang Luoyi.

Chapter 665 A Life in Despair

Yang Luoyi felt a little regretful.

The reason for seeking out Su Murong was simply because the other two were more troublesome. Now, Luo Benmo was a young lady with an unpredictable temper, and Wen Shihan was immersed in officialdom, becoming a royal lackey. Among the three, Su Murong was the only one who was slightly better.

So Yang Luo came looking for her, but Su Murong's reaction made her regret it.

If she had known, she would have taken a risk and gone to the palace to find Xu Anlu or Song Panning. Wouldn't it have been better to find those two than this shameless woman?

She saw through Su Murong's little trick and said, "Stop using your stuff, it's useless. I told you, this room has been blocked by me. No one knows our conversation, not even the Heavenly Dao."

Su Murong stopped wailing, somewhat embarrassed, and took out his left hand from behind his back while putting down his right hand: "My lord, what do you want from me?"

Yang Luoyi said, "I need to talk to you about something."

Su Murong asked cautiously, "Do you want money?"

Yang Luo shook his head: "No."

Su Murong's expression changed drastically: "Damn it, you can't be after my lust, can you? I'll kill myself for you, you believe me?"

Yang Luo kicked her to the ground in a fit of anger: "What kind of time is this? Can't you be serious for once?"

When we first met in the Fourth World, wasn't this guy incredibly shrewd? How did he become like this?

Her expression shifted between light and dark. It made sense; the talk of fate and the new world was just empty words. Could she convince Su Murong with mere words?

No matter what, we have to give it a try. At worst, we can just make her lose her physical memory.

So she grabbed Su Murong, threw her onto the bed, and pulled up a chair to sit on the edge of the bed: "Sit still and listen to me."

Su Murong: "?"

She looked at the blue-haired girl in front of her with some confusion. For some reason, although the girl looked quite mature, like a little adult, she also had a sense of naivety.

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After explaining the whole story, Yang Luoyi felt thirsty, so she picked up the water glass next to her, drank it all in one gulp, and slammed it down on the table.

Su Murong, with his sharp eyes, asked, "Is the heroine thirsty? Shall I get you some more?"

Yang Luo waved his hand: "No need, I've been explaining for so long, do you understand now?"

"So long?" Su Murong estimated the time; it was probably already late at night.

She could only force a smile and say, "I understand. It's nothing more than the Heavenly Dao being our enemy, or my rival in love, and then there's this melodramatic story about me having an affair with your father."

"Where has your focus gone?" Yang Luo frowned. "The key point is your identity as a female villain! Now all of you female villains have had your memories wiped and identities reassigned. The Heavenly Dao (Ye Buxin)'s goal is to prevent you from having any will to resist!"

"Okay, I understand."

"You believe me?"

"Of course!"

"Sure?"

"Wrapped."

Yang Luo looked at her silently, then suddenly flew into a rage: "You don't believe me!"

Su Murong was shocked: "How did you know?"

"My eyes are also a magical artifact; they have the ability to detect lies."

"Holy crap, aren't you the true embodiment of Heaven's will?"

Yang Luo used his spiritual energy to break free from her grip on the neck and pinned her against the wall.

Upon seeing the spiritual energy, Su Murong panicked completely and begged for mercy repeatedly: "Grandma, I was wrong! To be honest, I really don't believe it. This is really hard to believe!"

"Then you say you believe me!"

"I'm afraid you'll silence me if I say I don't believe you."

Su Murong cried out, "Don't tease me, old man! What Heavenly Dao, what New World? How could I dare to compete with Heavenly Dao for a man? I don't even know your father! I'm just an honest businessman. You already have spiritual energy, why make things difficult for me?"

Yang Luo trembled with anger.

"Looking at you, you exude the air of a peddler. Where is the heroic spirit you had as a female villain?" Yang Luo said angrily. "What about your ideals? What about your ambitions? Have you forgotten your ambition to build houses for all people?"

“I’ve built a lot of houses, and I even built them for the poor,” Su Murong cried. “Isn’t that enough? The rest are managed by the Heavenly Dao and the royal family. We’re just small merchants who care about reputation and then live a carefree life. I’m just a little greedy, but I’m not as despicable as you make me out to be.”

"I'm furious!"

"If you get so angry, can you at least not hurt me?"

Yang Luo knocked Su Murong unconscious.

Although Yang Luoyi did not consult the oracle, she was certain that Su Murong's fate had changed. Although Su Murong was still shameless, she was no longer the ambitious but shameless person she once was.

"Never mind, I never thought it would be that simple."

She took a deep breath and looked at the capital city shrouded in night.

If Su Murong doesn't work, then she'll have to try those two people.

One is a born king, the other is a master strategist.

Hopefully they are still normal.

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The night was as heavy as a stone, pressing down on the heads of everyone in the world.

The palace is filled with strange energies. Although Yang Luoyi can shield herself from fate, she might be discovered by something else. That's why she didn't choose the two female villains in the palace immediately.

However, Su Murong had already proven unreliable, and she felt that Wen Shihan and Luo Benmo were untrustworthy from the first meeting, so she could only place her hopes on these two villains.

The palace was enormous, with palaces, courtyards, rockeries, and natural gardens—everything imaginable. Xu Baxian even had a mountain built in the garden, where Song Panning lived in seclusion.

There were formations and demonic beasts in that place, so Yang Luo didn't rush in. She chose to find the two-faced emperor first.

The palace where the two princesses resided was brightly lit at this moment, and the main hall was filled with delicacies and wine cups. The two princesses were sitting on the throne, surrounded by a group of palace maids and eunuchs serving them.

"The Five-Colored Powder, hahaha, it's really a good thing! Su Murong really understands me! Hahahaha!" Xu An, hidden in a red robe, raised his wine cup and said loudly.

She had probably just finished taking the intoxicating tonic; her fair cheeks were flushed with the effects of the wine, and her eyes held a hint of untamed joy. She suddenly raised the wine cup in her hand, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp. Wine dripped from the corner of her mouth, staining her magnificent brocade robes. The owner of the robes, however, seemed unconcerned, laughing loudly. Her laughter echoed through the hall, startling the servants so much that they dared not look up at her.

"Come on, all of you come at me! Come on!"

The wine glass fell to the ground, and she ran barefoot, dragging her dress around the hall, laughing as she ran, like a madwoman.

"Flying, flying!"

The dancers below ignored him and continued dancing, as if they had become accustomed to the prince's madness.

Unlike Xu Anyin's unrestrained nature, Xu Anlu appeared exceptionally shy. She sat quietly to one side, occasionally stealing glances at the dancers, but quickly lowering her head, not daring to speak. Her hands nervously clutched the hem of her dress, the delicate embroidery slightly deformed under her rubbing. Her cheeks were flushed, like a budding flower, appearing somewhat out of place in the lively atmosphere.

Xu Anyin suddenly stopped, turned his head in a gloomy tone to look at Xu Anlu, and walked step by step to his elder sister.

Xu Anlu was startled and quickly lowered her head: "Xiao, Xiao Yin."

Xu Anyin squinted: "Sister, why are you like this again? You don't say a word, but your eyes seem to be full of complaints about me."

"I...I didn't..."

"If you have any objections, just say so!"

"I have no objection, but I feel that what you're doing, Xiaoyin, is not right..."

"Hahaha, look, look, look! How wonderful my elder sister is! How polite, how well-mannered, how lovely! That's why I hate you so much."

Xu Anyin suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Xu Anlu's face: "Come on, you can inhale too!"