The improved female villains regained their memories.

Qi Feng said, "Throw him out? In this cold weather, that could be fatal."

Yang Pingsheng shook his head.

He glanced at his past self and then said to Qi Feng, "We can't let him have any contact with my past self, and we can't let him see me. I'll find a quiet place, cover my face, and send him back after he's better."

Qi Feng's eyes widened: "You mean, you want me to take care of the child?"

Yang Pingsheng said, "Didn't you say you knew me very well?"

Qi Feng said, "But, but..."

It tried several times, but it just wouldn't come out.

Yang Pingsheng said, "I'll go and come back quickly."

Qi Feng had no other choice but to nod helplessly.

If anyone has anything to blame, it's their bad luck that a nobleman's child would come to them in the dead of winter.

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The snow that day was heavy, so heavy that it covered the blood on the tip of the knife.

He was filled with passion when he took action, but after he finished, he only felt confused.

Murder and the theft of a jade pendant symbolizing his status—two seemingly insignificant things—stirred up a storm within him.

He walked breathlessly through the vast expanse of white snow.

The cold wind kept blowing into his body, and for a moment, he didn't even know who he was.

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When he woke up, he was lying in bed.

The cold wind made the roof sway precariously, and the blurry figure sat on the edge of the bed.

Even though they were so close, he still couldn't make out the person's face.

"Awake?" The man saw him awake and brought him a bowl of milky white medicine. "If you're awake, drink it."

He instinctively resisted, but the strange energy had already enveloped his body, making him subconsciously accept it.

Tons tons tons—

A warm current spread through his limbs, making him feel much better.

"You dropped something, here you go." The man handed over the jade pendant.

He then realized what was happening, grabbed it, and held it tightly in his hand.

The man asked, "What's your name?"

He stared blankly at the blurry figure.

"My name is... my name is..."

A desolate heart, swept by a storm.

"My name is Lin Feng."

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Did you take away someone else's life?

He was the shadow, who was supposed to die for the young master, but he killed the young master and became the young master.

The Lin family had the means to verify the true prince, but unfortunately, when the Qin state launched a war, the head of the Lin family could not even protect himself, and even his attendants and guards were all killed.

This gave him an opportunity.

He had no regrets about killing the young master.

Perhaps he had this idea a long time ago, and whether he was submissive or smiling, this idea never changed.

He is no longer a nameless shadow.

He is the free wind.

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He still remembers the scene before he fainted.

As the snow fell heavily, he walked step by step, nearly freezing to death.

Young master is young master after all. Over the years, he has learned some things. In addition, his survival instinct kicked in, and the spiritual energy still entered his body.

He already had some internal injuries, and now this has only made things worse.

The world was white, but in his eyes, it gradually turned black.

Is he going to die?

He was actually going to die like that.

Is such a short and meaningless life going to end on this snowy day that no one knows about?

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The body heat gradually dissipates.

He's really going to die.

What a pity! Having just taken the young master's life, and not even having had a chance to enjoy it, he is going to die like this?

He didn't know if it was a hallucination or what, but he seemed to see a house.

He was laughing to himself, probably hallucinating. In this desolate wilderness, where would there be any houses?

But what if it's true?

The snow fell on his eyelashes, light yet heavy, almost crushing him.

Exhausted, he collapsed in the snow.

Anyone, please save me.

I haven't found the meaning of life yet, and I don't want to die.

I don't want my life to end like this.

I.......

The snow was clutched in my palm, and the cold was biting.

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He heard the sound.

"Sir, he is still alive."

"Let me take a look."

Those were two completely different, yet so similar voices.

At that moment, the cold dissipated, and he felt warmth.

"save......."

These were his last words, spoken almost instinctively.

"Sir, did he speak?"

"No, he fainted."

The two voices intertwined, almost embedding themselves into his soul.

Now, in his lucid state, he stares blankly at the blurry figure before him.

"Lin Feng, is that right? I'll remember that."

The sound echoed, transcending time, resonating deep within his heart.

"Although I don't know why you came here alone, if there's anywhere you want to go, you can tell me and I'll take you there."

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He has been very sensitive to sound since he was a child.

The voice coming from the blurry figure belonged to one of the two.

Some say that sound is the echo of the soul. If this is true, then Lin Feng saw the same soul in those two voices.

Because their essence is so similar.

But there were indeed two voices, and now that he has woken up, he finds that the person who saved him was indeed the same person.

He found it strange.

While he was unconscious, he kept listening to the two voices that were essentially the same but from different people intertwining and imprinting themselves on his heart.

At that time, he had no idea what kind of change this would be; he simply expressed his gratitude to the blurry figure in front of him for saving his life.

Now that he has replaced Lin Feng, he will naturally go to the Jixia Academy.

He said the words "Jixia Academy," and the blurry figure was clearly stunned for a moment before nodding and saying "Okay."

They planned to rest for a while and set off the next day, but unexpectedly, he fell ill again that night.

The young master's final counterattack used a delayed killing move, and was also combined with the Lin family's unique secret technique, forming a curse, determined to kill him.

He was nearly dying, his whole body wracked with pain, and he cried out, "Please, save me! I don't want to die! I..."

The blurry figure approached and reached out to cover his head.

Something strange descended and easily suppressed the curse.

"You will survive."

He picked up the jade pendant that had been thrown to the ground because of the pain and put it in his hand.

"This symbolizes your name; don't throw it away so easily again."

He nodded vigorously, clutching the jade pendant tightly, tears suddenly welling up in his eyes.

He is so despicable, so disloyal, so wicked.

He is a man who has usurped other people's lives; he is a man who doesn't know why he lives.