The improved female villains regained their memories.

Now the boy is taller than her, and it's her turn to ask him for money.

He carefully tucked the silver note into his pocket, then placed a special magical mark on Yang Pingsheng before turning and leaving, his silver hair disappearing into the crowd.

One or two, their thoughts are unfathomable; they come like a gust of wind, and they leave like a gust of wind.

Now, he's all alone, and he'll have to worry about expanding the house.

If all else fails, he could just buy a mansion in the capital. A mansion has a courtyard and is quite large, just like the one the city lord gave him in his first life. It would also provide a place for cultivation.

He can also plant some vegetation, maintain the landscape, and personally participate in the design of the yard, so that there will be extra places for other female villains to stay in the future.

Thinking of this, he suddenly paused, then smiled helplessly.

The system was right after all; isn't this just building a harem?

Thinking this, he decided to go and take a look at the empty house, but when he looked up, he found two women blocking his way.

"Young Master Yang."

One of them leaned forward slightly and said, "My master invites you."

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The owner of Zuixianlou is unforgiving.

Rumor has it that her top-tier private room is not open to just anyone. Many high-ranking officials and wealthy individuals spend lavishly, yet can only wait on the second or third floor.

No one knew why she was so arrogant, nor did anyone know why those high-ranking officials and nobles followed her rules so strictly. All they knew was that there was once a person who didn't follow the rules, who, relying on being a subordinate of the Fourth Prince, spoke rudely and disrespectfully to Heaven, saying that she had a vulgar body and a lowly fate. The next day, the Fourth Prince personally beheaded her and brought her head to apologize.

Whether a business genius or a political broker, in Beijing, it all comes down to connections and power. And fate, ironically, favored him—he possessed both.

She sat opposite Yang Pingsheng, refilling his teacup. Dressed in a light blue gauze dress, her eyes sparkled like a galaxy, brimming with tenderness. Every smile and movement exuded a captivating charm etched into her very being.

"Young Master Yang, please have some tea."

She smiled and pushed the tea towards her, bringing the aroma of her whole body closer.

Yang Pingsheng was somewhat restless. He didn't touch the tea, but went straight to the point: "Miss Tian, ​​is the message you sent me true?"

“Young Master Yang’s temperament is still as impatient as ever.” Tian Bulian smiled, without answering directly. “Judging from your complexion, it seems you have already experienced a bloody calamity, but an even greater calamity is yet to come. You must not be careless.”

“I don’t care about any of that,” Yang Pingsheng said. “I just want to know the news your maid mentioned, that…”

first name.

"His Majesty's surname is Xu, so his children naturally all share the surname Xu," Tian Bulian said with a smile, his eyes curving like crescent moons. "I asked my maid to convey to you the name of the Third Princess."

“Your maid told me that she asked you to investigate me.”

"good."

Why are you telling me this?

"Perhaps it's because I get along well with you, young master, or perhaps it's for something else?"

Tian Bulian, despite using a question, smiled even more broadly. She picked up her teacup, blew on it to warm it, and continued, "Of course, whatever the reason, Young Master Yang certainly wouldn't want anyone selling your information, would he?"

“That’s natural.” Yang Pingsheng nodded.

"In that case, we'll have to see how Young Master Yang performs."

What do you want me to do?

Tian Bulian drank the tea in one gulp, put down the teacup, and clapped his hands.

The windows were closed, the curtains were drawn, and a red silk scarf appeared out of nowhere, wrapping around the room and adding a touch of ambiguity.

"I want Young Master Yang to be with me..."

Tianbulan's figure disappeared without a trace.

He felt a hot breath on the back of his neck, and those jade hands came from behind him and reached inside Yang Pingsheng's clothes.

"Happy marriage."

Chapter 45 Determining Subordination

My heartstrings are being plucked by some force.

The spiritual energy circulated automatically, resisting this force. Yang Pingsheng remained calm, broke free from Tian Bulian's embrace, and stood up.

"Miss Tian, ​​please have some self-respect. You know I have a wife."

The red silk scarves were all taken back. Tian Bulian chuckled and stepped aside: "Is the young master so afraid of me?"

Yang Pingsheng coldly scrutinized the woman before him once more, from head to toe.

He was certain he didn't know her; she was neither an old acquaintance from the nine lifetimes nor one of the nine female villains. Yet, she did seem to know him, her words filled with familiarity.

Is she naturally outgoing?

Definitely not. Yang Pingsheng couldn't even fathom what the other party's purpose was.

"Miss Tian, ​​I'll say it one last time: please have some self-respect."

"I know you have a wife, young master, but so what?" Tian Bulian laughed. "For me and for you, as long as we're happy together, that's enough, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not happy being with you. If Miss Tian has nothing else, I'll be leaving."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll sell your information to that important person?"

"Please go ahead."

After Yang Pingsheng finished speaking, he turned and left.

He had barely taken a step when Tian Bulian's voice rang out: "Wait."

The window opened, the curtains were drawn, and sunlight streamed in again. Tian Bulian had already sat back down, picked up his teacup, and said, "Young Master Yang, do you think you can escape a bloody calamity a second time just because you survived one?"

Her voice was still as pleasant as ever, but it revealed a hint of displeasure.

"I advise you, sir, to think things through carefully."

"I will, thank you for reminding me, Miss Tian."

Without saying anything more, Yang Pingsheng left.

He walked restlessly through the streets, and after waiting at the meeting point for a while, Xiaoyu, Wen Shihan, and Luo Benmo returned one after another.

He kept his meeting with Tian Bulian to himself and didn't tell anyone.

He couldn't understand Tian Bulian's purpose; that phrase, "happy marriage," seemed like a joke, yet also like a serious statement.

But why?

How much of his past experiences does Heaven not know? And what is her relationship with the Heavenly Dao?

He felt that Tian Bulian seemed to know everything, yet he knew nothing about Tian Bulian.

He didn't even know if Tian Bulian would get angry and give his information to the Third Princess. After all, the Third Princess shared the same name as the Third Incarnation's female villain and had Tian Bulian investigate him, so she was most likely the female villain.

Yang Pingsheng didn't know much about things in the capital. He only knew that the country was called Qian Kingdom and the current emperor was Xu Weibang. He didn't know anything else. After all, he was here to retire and not to participate in political struggles.

If the Third Princess is indeed the female villain in the third life, then why would she first ask Tian Bulian to investigate her? How much does she actually know about her current situation?

Growing increasingly uneasy, Yang Pingsheng quickened his pace.

Wen Shihan and Luo Benmo noticed his unease and instinctively moved closer. However, as soon as they got closer, they smelled the woman's fragrance on Yang Pingsheng.

Although it's very faint, it's definitely there.

Luo Benmo: [This is...]

Wen Shihan: [Fragrance?]

The two looked at each other at the same time.

Luo Benmo, Wen Shihan: [It can't be hers]

Xiaoyu followed silently behind, sighing helplessly, her brows furrowing with worry.

Perhaps it's because she's been spending so much time with Yang Pingsheng, but Xiaoyu's worries seem to be mirroring Yang Pingsheng's.

And so the four of them continued walking. Yang Pingsheng pondered as he bought things. He bought new bedding, a new wooden bed, some new daily necessities, and a dress for each of the three of them.

He plans to put the matter of the house on hold for now.

Or, regarding the female villain, he needs to calm down and think about it first.

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As night falls, the moon goddess drapes all things in her veil once more. Rivers murmur in the valleys, and the moon's reflection in the water creates an ethereal scene.

With the bright moon hanging in the sky, Yang Pingsheng sat on the riverbank, his thoughts in turmoil, gazing at the moon.

He wasn't looking at the real moon in the sky, but at the illusory moon reflected in the river, just as he was looking at his own nine illusory lifetimes.

The third female villain...

That country wasn't called Qian, and the female villain wasn't the third princess. He was appointed Grand Tutor, specifically to teach the female villain to read.

Memories of the past surged forth, bringing forth many details.

In my memory, the female villain at the beginning was a very cute girl, cheerful and lively, always jumping around. Despite being a girl, she insisted on showing off her martial arts skills. Since his character couldn't teach her martial arts, he could only find some less dangerous weapons for her to play with. Unexpectedly, she actually mastered them.

A natural-born martial arts prodigy, she is proficient in all eighteen weapons, including swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks, truly a woman who is no less capable than any man.

Unfortunately, she was born in the wrong world and the wrong family.

In the world of cultivation, there is no room for martial arts.

Immortals can destroy the world with a wave of their hand; a single destructive immortal technique can wipe out a city. Martial arts skills seem laughable in the face of the unparalleled power of immortals.

Furthermore, she is, after all, a royal princess; what kind of behavior is it to flaunt weapons?

Often, those born into high positions are the least able to control their own lives. In Luo Benmo's world, mortal kingdoms wage war against each other, but the masterminds behind it all are the immortals. The same is true in the Third World; in the country where the female villain resides, the royal family has no say, but the immortal sects behind them do.

Emperors come and go, but sects remain constant. Immortals can destroy heaven and earth; emperors are merely pawns they play in the mortal realm.

That's why the female villain's martial arts skills were a joke from the very beginning. The royal family planned to use her to make a deal with the immortal sects above, and she didn't even have the strength to escape.

He still remembered her standing in front of him, looking at him stubbornly, and shouting defiantly:

"You always teach me about benevolence and righteousness, but tell me, in this country, everything—the common people, the royal family, even myself—belongs to the immortal sects above! Any one of them can destroy everything in this country with a flick of their wrist. Power reigns supreme; where is benevolence and righteousness?"

"I can't protect the people, I can't protect the loyal ministers, I can't even protect myself. Tell me, can benevolence and righteousness protect me? Can benevolence and righteousness... bring down that high and mighty immortal?"