The improved female villains regained their memories.

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She turned her head and glanced at Wen Shihan standing next to her.

Wen Shihan was watching her coldly, his face expressionless.

Shi Guijia narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze focusing on her chest, and suddenly she grinned.

That mocking smile immediately enraged Wen Shihan. Her eyes turned icy, and she drew her sword, saying, "Are you courting death?"

"What? Who did you say?" Shi Guijia tilted her head and pointed to herself. "Me?"

She suddenly shrank behind Yang Pingsheng and said aggrievedly, "Are you going to beat your sister-in-law to death?"

Wen Shihan immediately unleashed his Yin spiritual energy.

Shi Guijia squinted.

Golden flames burned the surrounding area, the two forces collided, and the space trembled and begged for mercy.

Wen Shihan is no longer the same Wen Shihan she used to be. This time, she went back to the past and visited the Jixia Academy, where she learned all sorts of immortal techniques. As a single True Immortal weapon refiner, she is not afraid.

"Heh, sister-in-law?" she sneered. "More like a madwoman."

Shi Guijia's face darkened.

Wen Shihan continued, "Turning his own daughter into a magical artifact, risking his life for the sake of ascending to heaven, what else could he be but a madman?"

When the time is right, act immediately.

Wen Shihan cleaved the enemy in two with a single stroke.

boom!

The palace, which was already in ruins, was destroyed a second time, and the high mountain was leveled, turning into a huge crater.

One hand held down Shi Guijia's hand, while the other gripped Wen Shihan's knife.

Yang Pingsheng stood between the two, and traces of the Great Dao appeared.

He sighed: "Have you made enough of a scene?"

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Wen Shihan immediately sheathed his sword and took the opportunity to stand next to Yang Pingsheng, looking like a well-behaved child.

Shi Guijia gritted her teeth, somewhat unwilling: "Pingsheng, Luo Yi is also your daughter. Can you bear to see her being spoken of like this?"

Wen Shihan narrowed her eyes slightly. Perhaps it was because her brother was there, or perhaps she had grown up, but she had shed her gloom and gained a more sarcastic edge: "My brother's daughter? Hmph, who knows?"

Shi Guijia narrowed her eyes slightly, then suddenly covered her mouth and laughed, saying to Yang Pingsheng, "Pingsheng, your sister is scolding you."

"I do not have."

"You have!"

Yang Pingsheng: "......."

Before their argument escalated into childish bickering, Yang Pingsheng decisively stopped them.

He said, "Alright, let's not argue now that we have a formidable enemy at hand. We haven't rescued all the villains yet."

Wen Shihan immediately put on the appearance of an obedient girl: "Okay, brother, I'll listen to you."

Shi Guijia clicked her tongue and said nothing more.

Although she was crazy, she understood the principle that one should not fight among oneself when facing a formidable enemy, so after clicking her tongue, she stopped making a move.

Wen Shihan asked, "Brother, which villain should we go find next?"

“Su Murong and Li Chumo are both missing, most likely they’ve been hidden,” Yang Pingsheng said. “But there is one person whose location we know.”

He looked toward the imperial city.

Xu Anlu/Xu Anyin.

Going there would mean starting a war with the entire Qian Kingdom royal family.

He suddenly laughed: "What does it matter if we can rescue Xu Anlu and Xu Anyin?"

Before leaving, he took out a core component from his pocket and handed it to Shi Guijia.

"Can it be fixed?" he asked.

Shi Guijia answered his question with his actions.

Golden light tempered the core of the magical artifact, and then she poured in a wisp of remnant soul.

Yang Pingsheng watched in silence. He had underestimated Shi Guijia's madness. To ensure her daughter could successfully carry out her plan, she was willing to die so she could be resurrected at any time. At that moment—

—So he divided the child’s soul into one hundred and eight parts and hid them in his own soul.

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As dawn broke.

The long night seems to be coming to an end.

As Xu Baxian finished reviewing the memorials and emerged from the main hall, he was greeted by the first rays of the rising sun.

The rising sun was slowly ascending from the eastern horizon, initially revealing only a small orange-red halo, like the edge of a lit flame, gentle yet full of power.

As he stopped gazing, more and more of the rising sun gradually emerged, its golden rays, like fine threads, beginning to weave across the entire sky.

Sunlight shone on the glazed tiles of the palace, making the already colorful tiles seem to be on fire, shining with dazzling brilliance.

He didn't actually need to work so hard. After all, the so-called Qian Kingdom was no longer under their control. The true ruler was the lofty Heavenly Dao.

This nascent empire seems to have died long ago, as if it died the moment it was born.

It was quiet all around, and the eunuchs stood far away, not daring to approach.

The wind gradually picked up, blowing across the square in front of the palace and stirring up dust. The dust, reflecting the sunlight, resembled golden smoke, rising slowly. The wind rustled the leaves of the trees lining the square.

A palace maid approached and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, are we going to...?"

Xu Baxian glanced at her calmly and said, "It's morning, I have to go and pay my respects to my father and mother."

He didn't look at the palace maid again and strode into the depths of the palace.

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The long palace corridor was dark and damp, with mottled palace walls on both sides. The moss on the walls emitted a faint green hue in the dim light. Some of the bricks and stones underfoot were broken, and a few unknown grasses sprouted from the cracks, appearing particularly stubborn in this oppressive environment.

The heavy door was marked by the passage of time, and the copper lock was rusted. Xu Baxian gently pushed the door open, and the hinges made a dull "creak" sound, like a painful groan.

The room was dimly lit, with only a few rays of light filtering in through the narrow windows, barely illuminating the oppressive space.

Xu Weibang sat on the simple bed, his once dignified face now full of haggardness and loneliness, his hair disheveled and scattered on his shoulders, his brocade robe worn and tattered, and emitting a faint musty smell.

Hearing the noise, he slowly raised his head. Although he looked disheveled, his eyes remained calm.

Inside this palace, the surrounding flowers and plants appear beautiful, yet they are lifeless, as if they have been forcibly fixed in their most beautiful poses.

"Father." Xu Baxian bowed from afar.

Xu Weibang looked at him in silence.

"Where is Mother?" he asked.

"Mother?" Xu Weibang pondered these words, then suddenly laughed: "Your mother died long ago."

Xu Baxian got up and walked towards the private room.

"Isn't Mother right here?"

Xu Baxian bowed from afar.

"Your subject pays respects to Your Majesty."

He looked up at his real mother, Zhou Zhiruo.

She was nodding with a smile, seemingly in response to Xu Baxian's bow.

However, every movement she made seemed to be programmed, without a trace of emotional fluctuation.

Xu Baxian stood up, helped Zhou Zhiruo out, and said, "Mother, it's time for breakfast."

Zhou Zhiruo did not respond, nor did she raise her eyes; she remained completely still.

"Mother concubine."

He finally called out "Mother" again, but unfortunately, she could no longer hear it.

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The Empress Dowager can no longer hear.

The mother who sewed clothes for him, the mother who always cared about his health, the mother who always gave him countless instructions—she is dead.

The dead cannot be brought back to life; this is the law of nature.

The Way of Heaven created a new world, and those who died in the old world could never come again.

His own mother died so hastily.

The emperor's words, "Don't worry about her," led to the deaths of many people that day.

Among those who died was Xu Baxian.

He should have died, but Fang Wu grabbed him, pressed his head down, and made him kneel before the Empress, thus saving his life.

From that time on, Zhou Zhiruo was no longer his mother.

All the people knew was that his mother was the Empress.

He was no longer born out of wedlock, but a true member of the royal family.

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That is why he was able to compete with Xu Nianren, who was also born out of wedlock.

But he wasn't happy.