The improved female villains regained their memories.

Chapter Forty-Seven: The Beginning of a Benevolent Ruler

The new house has been chosen.

Located on the outskirts of the capital, near the city gate but far from the commercial street, it boasts a spacious interior.

The only downside might be the noise. In the early morning, the city gate is bustling with people, but recently it has become much quieter because of the guards.

The plants in the yard swayed in the wind, and a plot of land in the backyard was cleared out where we could grow some things.

The place is very big, and the prices are very high.

The real estate market in Beijing is both expensive and scarce; this is one of the few remaining options.

Yang Pingsheng looked around and thought it was good. He then looked at the three women who had been following him and asked, "What do you think?"

Luo Benmo: "Hmm."

Wen Shihan: "As long as I can be with my brother, anywhere is fine!"

Xiaoyu: "As long as the young master likes it."

He looked at the three women. Luo Benmo was absent-minded, Wen Shihan winked at him, and Xiaoyu had her usual smile on her face.

He shook his head helplessly and headed towards the garden.

No one has lived here for a long time, and many of the flowers in the garden have withered, but many have also grown. Wildflowers and weeds are everywhere, displaying their vigorous vitality.

Wen Shihan shifted his gaze from Yang Pingsheng to the flowers and plants, remaining silent for a long time.

She was probably thinking of herself back then, when she was still a beggar wandering the streets, groveling for a bite to eat, struggling just to survive.

Until she met her brother.

Yang Pingsheng looked at Wen Shihan and knew what she was thinking. He was about to comfort her when Luo Benmo, who was beside him, tugged at his sleeve.

"Brother, give me some money."

He looked at Luo Benmo and asked, "Want some again?"

"Ah."

"How much?"

"fifty thousand."

They asked for more each time.

Yang Pingsheng took out a few more silver notes and stuffed them into Luo Benmo's hand. The latter left with the words "I'll be back later" and then flew away from there.

"Young master, I'd like to go take a look over there."

Xiaoyu spoke gently, and after receiving a nod from Yang Pingsheng, she turned and left.

In the garden, only he and Wen Shihan remained.

Yang Pingsheng looked at it, casually picked a small yellow flower, and put it on Wen Shihan's head.

“Brother…” Wen Shihan realized what was happening, looked up at him, his cheeks slightly flushed.

"very nice."

He smiled, stroked Wen Shihan's hair, and took her hand.

“These past few days, I keep dreaming about things from the past. Do you remember? You loved Grandma Li’s flower tea cakes the most. Back then, you wanted to eat flower tea cakes but didn’t want me to spend money, so you would act cute and keep going up to her. If I didn’t let you, you would cry and make a fuss.”

When the past was mentioned, a smile appeared on Yang Pingsheng's face, making Wen Shihan's cheeks blush even more.

"Brother..." she said reproachfully, but did not stop him, as if the memories her brother spoke of could evoke the happiness in her heart.

Those past events, filled with tears and laughter, were undoubtedly her and her brother's, a past that belonged only to them.

The sunlight slanted down, the shadows of the trees trembled slightly, and Wen Shihan, wearing a newly bought black dress, had eyes as clear as water.

He watched it, and it seeped into his heart.

In a daze, he saw another person, from a much longer time ago, far in front of Wen Shihan.

That person was as gentle as Wen Shihan, but unlike the gentleness that Wen Shihan had changed, in his memory, that person seemed to have always been this gentle.

she says:

"Brother?"

The person in front of him spoke, bringing Yang Pingsheng back to reality.

With layers of light and shadow overlapping, her silhouette was hidden in the mist, making her appear less clear.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about something else."

Yang Pingsheng said with a smile, "Thinking of you, you kept saying you wanted to work to help me, but you messed up a lot of things and in the end, you ran back to begging in a fit of anger."

In my memory, Wen Shihan was always so stubborn.

She had a strong sense of pride and was determined to help her brother, even if it meant begging again.

That day, Yang Pingsheng searched for her all night and finally found her next to a garbage dump. She was covered in dirt and looked at him with tears in her eyes: "I'm sorry, brother, I can't do anything right."

I didn't get much money, and my clothes got dirty.

Yang Pingsheng cupped her face in his hands and said to her, "It's alright, as long as no one is hurt."

This was genuine, and had nothing to do with anything else. At least at that time, Yang Pingsheng truly did not want anything to happen to Wen Shihan.

Thinking about it, he touched the flower in Wen Shihan's hair again.

The tiny wildflowers trembled in the wind, just like Wen Shihan, refusing to admit defeat.

This is the tenacity of life.

"Minor Cold".

"Brother."

They only had eyes for each other and couldn't tolerate anyone else.

Until Yang Pingsheng spoke those words:

"Xiao Han, did you find out what I asked you to investigate?"

Let's rewind to an hour earlier, when Yang Pingsheng and his group had just left Immortal Valley.

A woman dressed in light blue and dark green stood waiting at the entrance of Fairy Valley. In the daylight, the figure walked up to her.

The newcomer was a woman with black hair, wearing armor and carrying a sword. She was not tall, but strangely, her shadow in the sunlight seemed somewhat mismatched with her.

Her gaze was somewhat vacant, and behind her, there was a red-haired woman in the shadows.

"Snake (巳)."

She didn't open her mouth, but made a sound: "How is it?"

"Just as Your Highness said, there are signs that someone is living in the center of Immortal Valley," the Snake said, bowing its head. "However, because many magic arrays have been set up around it, entering rashly might trigger them, so I did not go too deep."

"No need, you've already done very well."

She stared blankly ahead, her expression somewhat monotonous, her voice belying her appearance: "Doing this much is enough."

"Your Highness, do you still need me to guard this place?"

"no need."

The woman glanced into the valley and then turned around.

"We have a lot of things to do, so there's no rush here."

"Understood." The Snake nodded.

The sound of birdsong echoed through the valley, and the woman lifted her foot.

“We have a lot of people to deal with: immortals, traitors, the fourth prince, and so on.”

"So, no rush, no rush."

"It won't make a difference if we wait a little longer."

The twelve zodiac animals are her biggest trump card, but not all of them are loyal to her.

Some people were loyal to her, while others were loyal to her sister.

At that moment, her sister was wailing:

"Sister, you can't do this. You'll ruin yourself if you do it."

Why did you become like this?

“We can have a good talk, sister, you can’t treat me like this.”

No? Why not?

To achieve extraordinary success, one must have extraordinary means.

This was taught by her teacher, and by the person she cared about most.

It was her sister who forgot.

But she didn't forget.

"The capital city, the Immortal Valley, the entire country, the entire world."

In the sunlight, the red-haired figure stood behind the woman, lifelike.

She urged her body forward, her heart already raging with intense emotions.

"Under the whole heaven, all land belongs to the king; on the shores of the whole land, all people are subjects of the king."

"Grand Tutor, this is what you taught me."

Chapter Forty-Eight Each Person

The commercial street was a bit far from the house next to the gate, but that didn't stop Luo Benmo.

Many old monsters lurk in the capital, and the power of immortals should not be used lightly. However, Luo Benmo had a good foundation and used his skills to sneak into a cargo cart and arrived at the commercial street.

The wonton stall by the roadside was packed with people. The owner thought to himself, "Why are there so many customers today?" and didn't rush to close up shop.