The improved female villains regained their memories.

If she could, the girl didn't want to get into this trouble. She had come to seek advice, and it wouldn't be good to anger that person.

The hidden business of Zuixianlou is consulting. Tianbulian is not just a political broker; he also runs a business of strategizing. Whether you need intelligence or detailed plans, as long as you have the qualifications, status, and money, Tianbulian will give you whatever you want.

The fifth floor is the most prestigious position, the "Heavenly" number on the fifth floor. Those who enter or leave can directly seek divine intervention from Heaven.

The girl on the fourth floor didn't receive the same treatment, but compared to the other floors, the fourth floor was still considered better. Although she couldn't directly ask Tian Bulian for advice, she could write down her questions and have a maid present them to her. The answers would be placed in a brocade pouch and then brought down by the maid.

The reason she said Yang Pingsheng resembled him was because of her elder sister. Just a few days ago, her elder sister suddenly went mad.

Her madness came suddenly; she lost her appetite, became extremely bloodthirsty, muttered incomprehensible words, and kept drawing a portrait. However, because her elder sister's drawing skills were so poor, the girl could only make out a rough outline. The moment she saw Yang Pingsheng come down, she immediately thought he resembled him.

In fact, the plan she came to ask for today was also for the sake of her elder sister. If she weren't afraid of breaking the rules, she would have kept her there on the spot.

However, it wasn't too late. She winked at one of the servants, who nodded and went to follow Yang Pingsheng.

After waiting a while longer, the upstairs door opened, and a maid came down carrying a tray. She stopped and said politely but firmly, "Your Highness, you have been waiting."

The girl stood up, her expression gentle, and said, "It's alright, it won't be long. Shall we write down the questions now?"

"Your Highness, our sect leader has already answered your question."

The maid lifted the plate up and bowed her head.

"This is the answer you wanted."

The girl looked closely and then noticed a brocade pouch with a five-clawed golden dragon in the middle of the plate.

"But... I haven't asked yet."

"There are many problems in the world, but there is only one essence. As long as you understand the essence, it is not difficult to solve. Your Highness, please rest assured that Zuixianlou will not ruin its own reputation."

"..."

She winked at the remaining servant beside her, who then took out three gold bars from his sleeve and placed them on the pouch. The girl picked up the brocade pouch, about to open it, but stopped.

Can I watch it here?

“This is your prerogative,” the maid said. “This thing belongs to you; how you use it is up to you.”

Without further hesitation, the girl opened the brocade pouch, revealing the note inside.

The note was taken out and unfolded; it contained only one line of text: "The one who tied the knot must untie it."

Are you kidding me?

If she knew who had turned her own elder sister into this, would she need to ask for advice?

The maid kept her head down and didn't speak. The girl realized something and quickly turned the note over.

[The sorrow of parting must be shared by both of us, most unbearable is the clear, melancholy under the bright moon.]

"This……"

The girl was stunned and speechless, while the maid bowed her head and took her leave.

The girl put away the note and left Zuixianlou.

She strolled through the capital, pondering the meaning of the sentence repeatedly, and for a moment, she became somewhat lost in thought.

The attendants dared not speak, but in the end, it was the blurry figure who advised, "Your Highness, it's time to go back."

"...Yes, my elder sister needs to take her medicine."

The change in my elder sister came suddenly.

The girl still remembers how she grew up with her older sister, who was always by her side, and how she first saw her older sister like that.

Crazy, irritable, irrational, and on the verge of collapse.

In her memory, her elder sister was not like that. She was always calm, rational, and unfathomably powerful, and would never take action unless absolutely necessary.

Such a person turned into that person. Could it really be, as the owner of Zuixianlou said, that he was troubled by love?

Did the note say that the princess had parted ways with someone?

Completely baffled, she unknowingly entered the palace and arrived at the entrance of the palace where her elder sister resided.

The palace doors were tightly shut, and the traditional Chinese medicine doctor, holding the medicine, stood hunched over, hesitant to enter. The young girl walked to the side and asked, "Is Your Highness still refusing to take the medicine?"

The traditional Chinese medicine practitioner lowered his head, not daring to speak.

The girl sighed and said, "Give it to me, I'll give it to my elder sister."

The traditional Chinese medicine practitioner handed over the soup bowl with a meek and obedient expression. The young girl took the bowl, instructed everyone not to enter, and then stepped through the palace gate with her blurry figure.

Inside the main hall, portraits were scattered everywhere, and—there was no one there.

The girl holding the bowl suddenly changed in the next instant.

Half of her face changed, veins bulging, revealing a ferocious expression: "Get out! Who let you in?"

With a calm expression, the other half said, "Sister, it's time for you to take your medicine."

"You think I'm sick too, right? Hahahaha, ridiculous! You're the one who forgot, you're the one who forgot! You're the one who's sick! Get out of here!"

"Sister, I believe you, but you have to take your medicine first."

"I'm not taking my medicine. Get out! All of you get out! You get out too!"

"sister!"

The medicine was spilled on the ground, splattering everywhere.

The girl clutched her own neck and collapsed to the ground, rolling around in agony. A blurry figure watched, seemingly unfazed.

crunch--

The palace doors slowly closed, blocking a sliver of sunlight from shining in.

Chapter Thirty: Foreshadowing

In the afternoon, it rained in the mountains and forests.

The gloomy weather finally dissipated a bit, and the sunshine blessed everything.

The puddles in front of the porch reflected the sunlight, creating a silvery-white glow. Yang Pingsheng stood on the porch, looking at them, and suddenly thought of the female villain from the Second World.

That year, after the rain, amidst the ruins, that strand of silver-white hair was etched into my memory.

Silver-white, a pure and noble color. But in that world, it represents sorrow, grief, and evil. It is the deepest loneliness, one that even Yang Pingsheng could not dispel in the slightest.

A person silently walked up behind him and put their hands on his shoulders.

"What are you thinking about, brother?"

The slender hand applied pressure, relieving the soreness in his muscles. The familiar scent and voice told Yang Pingsheng who it was.

"nothing."

He clapped his hands and asked, "Xiao Han, was breakfast good this morning?"

"good to eat."

Wen Shihan casually took Yang Pingsheng's arm and snuggled up to him.

Although Tian Bulian is annoying, what he said is true; the breakfast at Zuixianlou is indeed exceptional.

It's a pity there weren't enough; Yang Pingsheng didn't eat any himself and gave them all to Xiaoyu and Wen Shihan.

"I'm glad you like it."

As he spoke, he looked up at the scenery outside.

On the eaves, a systematically made black cat smacked its lips and rolled up on its back to sunbathe.

The birdsong outside was melodious and pleasant. After a long while, Yang Pingsheng spoke up: "Xiao Han, let's talk."

"Brother wants to talk, but Xiaohan doesn't want to listen."

His words were tinged with weakness, and his eyes even reddened.

As if knowing what Yang Pingsheng was going to say, Wen Shihan first used a weapon unique to women—tears and weakness.

Yang Pingsheng was indeed unable to handle this weapon. He could only sigh, hold Wen Shihan in his arms, and advise, "Xiaohan, you must understand, that was a long time ago."

For Yang Pingsheng, his first life was a very long time ago.

Similarly, for Wen Shihan, the events of a hundred years ago were a very distant memory.

The reason the two met and got together was because of Wen Shihan's obsession. Yang Pingsheng would indeed take responsibility for her, but he couldn't make that promise.

Yang Pingsheng, a man of few desires, a man of confusion, a man of inner conflict, a man who—

—A person without love.

He couldn't even give his love to Xiaoyu, let alone Wen Shihan? Indeed, he would feel heartbroken and saddened by what the other person had gone through, but more so out of a sense of duty as an older brother than out of love.

Loving someone is a skill, and Yang Pingsheng felt that he might not have that skill.

So he said to Wen Shihanshuo, "Let bygones be bygones."

Whether it's for him or for Wen Shihan.

Don't let your obsession cloud your judgment, lest you incur the wrath of fate. Why not live the life you want?

Wen Shihan shook his head, his response remaining unchanged.

"No, I don't want to..."

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face again.

"Brother, please don't send me away..."

Wen Shihan rejected Yang Pingsheng.

She never wanted to experience that bone-chilling cold and despair again. The fire of obsession was etched into her very being; just as she had lost her purpose in life before by failing to reach the summit, she would lose her purpose now by being unable to be with Yang Pingsheng.

She no longer cared about the ways of Heaven, nor about Yang Pingsheng's past or the purpose behind his actions; she simply wanted to be with him.

That's it.

Yang Pingsheng hugged her and sighed, "I didn't say I was going to kick you out."

After carefully choosing his words, he slowly spoke again: "I just want to say that what you want, I can't give you."

"Then I don't need it. I just want my brother to allow me to stay by your side. I don't ask for anything else."