The improved female villains regained their memories.

Yang Pingsheng knew that it was Xu Anyin who killed Xiaozhu, not her. Xu Anlu never had the intention to kill anyone.

Her sister came for revenge. Xu Anyin is no longer the same Xu Anyin, but Xu Anlu is still the same Xu Anlu.

"In one's life, you will meet many people, but many will become passersby in your life. I sincerely hope that you will always be lively and happy."

Yang Pingsheng said, "True happiness comes from the heart and will not be swayed by others."

"But Grand Tutor, I love you."

I want to be with you because I like you.

Because we want to be together, we don't want to separate.

Yang Pingsheng chuckled and shook his head: "Xiao Lu, we've only known each other for a short time, how do you know what 'liking' means?"

"I know! Liking someone means wanting them, wanting to be with them, that's liking them."

That was a setup by the system; that wasn't something I liked.

Yang Pingsheng patted her head, said nothing more, and turned to go into the house.

Xu Anlu stared blankly, feeling that at this moment, she had grown even further away from the Grand Tutor.

No, it wasn't just that she was a little far away; from the very beginning, it was as if she had never been very close to him.

My sister and the Grand Tutor are actually very close to me; I'm the outsider.

Xu Anlu lowered her head and looked at her shadow. In a daze, she seemed to see her shadow mocking her.

When Xu Anyin was controlling her body, Xu Anlu in her consciousness space could not see the outside world, so she was unaware of the matter of rebirth.

She simply felt that her sister was controlling her body for the sake of the Grand Tutor, and that the Grand Tutor, in turn, agreed to let her attend classes because of her sister.

The relationship between the two of them is truly good.

Did I do something wrong?

The ahoge (cowlick) fell down, disappearing into the darkness along with the question.

Time flies, and the days pass by one by one.

Xu Anyin continued to attend classes, and Xu Anlu continued to practice her weapons. Autumn was approaching, the heat was receding, and the whole world was gradually becoming cool.

But Xiaohua always felt something was off.

Everything was strange. The gentleman was strange; his silent demeanor was completely different from his previous playful self. Xiao Lu was strange; she gave off a completely different vibe during the day and at night. Even Xiao Zhu had become strange; not only did we communicate less with her, but she also seemed dazed.

Just then, it was time to report to the sect again. She summoned a carrier pigeon to write a letter. After she finished writing, seeing that Xiao Zhu had no reaction at all, she went over to remind him: "Zhu, it's time to write a letter."

Zhu didn't respond, just stared blankly into the distance, like a wooden puppet.

"bamboo?"

"Write a letter... what kind of letter?"

"It's nothing." Xiaohua suddenly smiled and patted his shoulder. "I just wanted to ask if you had written home. If not, that's fine. I'm going to cook."

There was indeed a problem.

She walked away without making a sound, not daring to go back into the house, but hurriedly left the courtyard.

The fire spirit poked its head out of the tree and hopped off to find Xu Anyin.

Today was another day of rest. Yang Pingsheng lay on the rocking chair with his eyes closed, resting. Xu Anlu was playing in the yard at first, but soon ran off and disappeared.

Now, the house is empty except for Xiaozhu, who is sitting in a daze inside.

Yang Pingsheng opened his eyes and asked the system, "Did the flower notice?"

"We haven't suspected you yet, but something feels off. I guess they've gone to get reinforcements."

Will Xu Anyin make a move?

"meeting."

The system gave Yang Pingsheng an affirmative answer.

“Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots, be ruthless and merciless. Don’t forget the definition that Heaven has given her; she is an emperor.”

He was an emperor, which is why he had to be ruthless.

Yang Pingsheng looked at the light and shadow filtering through the leaves, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"pity."

The system pressed further: "What's a pity?"

"No one is cooking anymore."

As he spoke, his face twitched, and he felt a pang of pain in his heart.

"What a pity, what a pity."

He sat up, clutching his heart, and muttered to himself.

A red aura burst forth in the mountains and forests.

Xiao Hua coughed up a mouthful of blood. Unlike Xiao Zhu, she hadn't even completed her body tempering.

Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and her exquisite robes were stained with dust, but she dared not slacken and ran away in a disheveled state.

"The intelligence must be sent out! It absolutely must be sent out!"

She frantically mobilized her spiritual energy, and even her face became somewhat ferocious.

"Xu Anlu is not a useless princess at all, she..."

*Pfft*

An arm pierced through her chest.

Her body trembled, and she could no longer run. She could only turn her head slightly to look behind her.

Under the shade of the tree, the person's expression was not clearly visible; all that could be seen was a red soul overflowing from them.

She looked at him coldly, as if he were an ant.

Chapter Seventy: Heartless and Unrighteous

When Xu Anyin returned with the dull-witted Xiaozhu, Yang Pingsheng knew that everything was already destined.

It's not just about this; Xu Anyin's being caught in Heaven's trap is also predetermined.

Originally, she could have bided her time and waited until she was strong enough to plan her revenge. But now, because of Yang Pingsheng's interference, she had no choice but to act early and wasted two puppet slots.

There were only twelve spots available for her. In the original storyline, all twelve were pillars of the Great Yan Dynasty, along with some elite rogue cultivators. They were the core of Xu Anyin's revenge.

Now, there are two missing.

However, this doesn't mean Xu Anyin has suffered a loss. Xiaozhu and Xiaohua are both pawns of the Wentian Sect, and their potential is undeniable. However, potential does not equate to strength, and what Xu Anyin lacks most right now is time.

Yes, it's about time. In six months, Xu Anlu will return to the palace.

During this time, Wentian Sect received a letter from Xiaohua, which they found strange. Just as they were about to send someone to investigate, they received another letter from Yang Pingsheng, followed shortly by Xiaozhu's letter. With Yang Pingsheng's guarantee, Wentian Sect abandoned the idea of ​​sending someone to investigate.

The internal power struggle is intense right now, and neither side can withdraw their forces. The deputy sect leader still believes Yang Pingsheng's words, so he didn't pay attention to this little incident.

Time passed just like that, the autumn wind blew, and the first snow of winter fell in the mountains.

Birds returned to their nests, all things hid, and the courtyard became quiet. Xiao Zhu and Xiao Hua had now become puppets and could not speak like normal people. Xu An Yin was responsible for cooking on weekdays, and since Yang Ping Sheng also insisted on giving Xu An Yin lessons, Xu An Lu's time was limited to the evenings.

And so, the daytime hours became a private world for Yang Pingsheng and Xu Anyin.

At this time, the end of the year was approaching. Yang Pingsheng was wearing thick clothes and holding a broom, sweeping the snow in the yard. In the white snow, you could still see the withered leaves that had fallen in the autumn wind.

"Cough cough..."

His health in this life is indeed poor. Now that winter is here, he has been coughing badly these past few days, probably because of the cold, especially at night, when he can't sleep because of the cough.

It's such a pity. If Xiaohua were still here, that child would always be so thoughtful. She would probably make me a bowl of hot sweet soup when I have a bad cough.

Xu Anlu was different. When Yang Pingsheng coughed, she would scream and run around, squatting by his bedside with tears in her eyes. In the end, he had to comfort her.

The water in the vat had frozen solid, and it hadn't been cleaned in a long time. The vat was filthy, and the outside was covered with moss. When Yang Pingsheng swept over it, he noticed a painting on the corner wall.

It wasn't painted on, but rather carved, probably done by Xu Anlu on a whim. Yang Pingsheng had once painted at night, which Xu Anlu saw and insisted on learning. After half an hour of harassment, Yang Pingsheng finally agreed, but unfortunately, his talent was quite limited, and he ended up drawing something completely unrecognizable.

Yang Pingsheng cleared away the ivy on the wall before he could barely make out the whole painting. It probably depicted him lying in a recliner, squinting at the sky.

He squatted down, touched the engravings on it, and shook his head helplessly.

"It's alright, better than last time. At least I can understand it this time."

A cold wind blew by, like a rain of arrows, making Yang Pingsheng shiver and cough again.

Inside the house, Xu Anyin looked around, took out a coat, walked behind Yang Pingsheng, and draped it over his shoulders.

"Grand Tutor, it's cold, you should wear another layer."

Yang Pingsheng looked at her, coughed, and said, "Cough... You're not in good health, so wearing any clothes won't help."

“That’s precisely why you should take even better care of your health.” Xu Anyin patted his back, his face unusually gentle. “The weather has been cold lately, so remember to ask Xiao Lu to add more charcoal to the brazier for you before you go to bed at night.”

"Forget it, that child can't even take care of himself."

“It’s okay, I’ll talk to her today.”

Their relationship improved considerably, probably due to Yang Pingsheng's letter. It temporarily convinced Xu Anyin that Yang Pingsheng was indeed on her side, and most importantly, Yang Pingsheng began to share news from the court with her bit by bit.

Although she was always annoyed when the other party taught her about benevolence and righteousness, Xu Anyin was still happy to play the master-disciple game with him for the sake of information sharing and covering for him.

Not to mention, before his rebirth, the other party had indeed taught him a lot, and could be considered half a master.

Xu Anyin took the broom from Yang Pingsheng and helped him into the house. Yang Pingsheng had swept away most of the snow in the courtyard, revealing the deep path. Red lanterns hung from the eaves at the end of the path, adding a festive atmosphere even though it wasn't lit during the day.

"The New Year is almost here, and half a year has passed. You should go back home."

Once inside, Yang Pingsheng sat down, coughing as he took out a stack of bamboo slips from a drawer.

"Take a look at some of the latest developments in the government and among the people."

Xu Anyin respectfully accepted it, opened it, and read it carefully. The more she read, the worse her expression became.

Snapped.

She closed the bamboo scroll, her face terribly grim: "That woman wants to harm my mother?"