While writing a diary at Zongwu, Wang Yuyan falls in love with someone else.

Normally, when Murong Fu is not around, they are afraid of Li Qingluo's cruelty and domineering nature and dare not easily go up to Mantuo Manor, but it is different when Murong Fu is in front of them.

With Murong Fu around, Li Qingluo couldn't just kill or cripple them because she didn't like them.

……

Murong Fu, accompanied by his two maids, Bao Butong, and Feng Bo'e, went to Mantuo Villa. As usual, he went to pay his respects to Li Qingluo, but was stopped by a maid who said that she did not receive guests.

Murong Fu found it strange, so he privately summoned his spies planted at Mantuo Manor to ask them a question.

"She had a fight with her cousin yesterday, and then she became absent-minded?"

Murong Fu was surprised: "My cousin actually got into an argument with someone, and with her mother no less. Was it because of me?"

Thinking of what Abi had said earlier, Murong Fu felt that he had guessed the truth.

So he glanced smugly at Li Qingluo's residence, then turned to look for Wang Yuyan.

Wang Yuyan didn't go to Langzhongxi today; instead, she sat alone among the flowering trees, lost in thought.

Suddenly, a familiar voice, which I had been longing to hear, called out: "Cousin!"

"cousin!"

Wang Yuyan subconsciously became happy and turned around to see Murong Fu walking towards her.

Wang Yuyan quickly got up to greet him, but Murong Fu's first words stunned her: "Cousin, have you mastered the sixth level of the 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill' I gave you? Tell your cousin about it!"

Wang Yuyan's excited expression froze, and she stopped in her tracks as she stepped forward.

Seeing this, Murong Fu realized that he had been too hasty, so he immediately changed his tone and said softly, "I'm sorry, cousin. I was too anxious. How have you been these days?"

Wang Yuyan composed herself and forced a smile: "I'm fine, I'm perfectly fine."

"That's good, that's good!" Murong Fu tapped his palm lightly with his folding fan, but was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Wang Yuyan's eyes grew increasingly dim, but she forced a smile and said, "Cousin, I have already mastered the sixth level of the 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill,' and I will tell you about it now."

Murong Fu was overjoyed: "Great! Thank you very much, cousin!"

So Wang Yuyan then shared her insights and understandings in detail.

After listening carefully, Murong Fu sat down cross-legged and began to cultivate on the spot.

Seeing this, Wang Yuyan hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked into the room.

She first poured a bowl of water, then took out a small porcelain bottle from her bosom, which contained "truth water".

Wang Yuyan originally intended to pour the "truth water" in, but when the time came, she hesitated.

Because she was scared!

I'm afraid I won't get the answer I want!

Wang Yuyan struggled internally, and just as she was about to give up, she suddenly remembered Jiang Sishui's evaluation of her—

A soul is not a "vase" without its own self!

Wang Yuyan gritted her teeth, her eyes gradually hardening: "No! I can't deceive myself anymore, I need to know the truth!"

As he spoke, he opened the bottle and was about to pour the "truth water" into the bowl.

Suddenly a voice rang out from behind: "Miss Biao!"

014 Murong Fu: Marry you? You're not worthy!

The sound was extremely abrupt, and Wang Yuyan, who was feeling guilty and flustered, was startled.

With a tremor of his hand, the small porcelain bottle slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.

In an instant, three girls cried out in surprise at the same time.

However, they couldn't catch it in time and could only watch helplessly as the small porcelain bottle fell to the ground...

The imagined scene of the bottle shattering and water splashing did not occur. Perhaps it was a coincidence, but the small porcelain bottle landed perfectly on its bottom, and not a single drop of the "truth water" inside spilled out.

Wang Yuyan breathed a long sigh of relief, but was still shaken. She turned to look at the two maids who had entered, her face showing a hint of reproach: "Azhu and Abi, you two..."

"Miss, please calm down, we didn't mean it!" Abi quickly apologized.

Azhu's eyes darted around, and she picked up the small porcelain bottle from the ground, feigning ignorance: "Miss, what's in this? I saw you about to pour it into the water just now. Who is this water for?"

When Wang Yuyan was asked this question, she realized that her plan to give Murong Fu "truth potion" had been discovered.

And it was my cousin's maid who stumbled upon this!

This threw her into a state of confusion, leaving her speechless and stammering.

Azhu's eyes sparkled with amusement as she pressed on, "Miss, you're not going to give this to the young master to drink, are you?"

Wang Yuyan was even more shocked when her thoughts were exposed.

But she wasn't stupid; she just became blinded by love in front of Murong Fu, while her intelligence remained intact when with others.

After the initial panic subsided, Wang Yuyan suddenly calmed down and began to carefully observe A'Zhu.

Azhu's imposing manner weakened under her earnest gaze.

Regardless, she was merely a maidservant; for her to speak to Wang Yuyan like that was extremely impolite.

Although Wang Yuyan was usually on good terms with the two women and didn't treat them like servants, if things got serious, they would be considered insubordinate and deserved punishment!

This is an inherent disadvantage brought about by one's status.

"Miss, why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?" A'Zhu touched her cheek.

Wang Yuyan stared at her without blinking, then suddenly parted her lips slightly and uttered four words: "Diary copy!"

Words spoken, nothing changed. (Stroll)

Wang Yuyan instantly understood: "As expected, you also have copies of the diary."

She had previously seen the names Azhu and Abi in the diary entries and guessed that they might also have copies of the diary; now, after testing, she was right.

This means that Azhu and Abi know what's in the small porcelain bottle!

"Ah Zhu, do you even dare to tease me now?" Wang Yuyan said expressionlessly, but her words carried a hint of anger.

"This servant wouldn't dare!" A'Zhu quickly lowered her head.

Abi didn't dare to make a sound either.

Wang Yuyan took the small porcelain bottle from A'Zhu's hand and said, "Since you also have copies of the diary, you know what's inside. Now, are you going to stop me?"

Azhu and Abi exchanged a glance and shook their heads in unison: "This servant wouldn't dare!"

Seeing this, Wang Yuyan stopped pursuing the matter and turned around to pour the "truth water" into the bowl.

After standing there in a daze for a while, Wang Yuyan sighed softly, "If you want to hear the truth from your young master, then come along later."

After saying that, Wang Yuyan took the bowl of water and went out.

"Sister Azhu, what should we do?" Abi tugged at Azhu's sleeve.

Azhu sighed, "What else can we do? Can't you see that Miss Biao is angry? We agreed that we can't interfere in this matter, so we'll just go and see."

"just looking?"

"We'll have to see if there's an opportunity to discuss that further."

……

Not long after Wang Yuyan returned to her original spot, Murong Fu stopped his practice and stood up, his face beaming with joy. He praised her without reservation: "My cousin's martial arts talent is indeed unparalleled!"

"I've heard that the first level of the 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill' can be practiced by anyone, but the difficulty increases exponentially with each subsequent level."

"The Tibetan Tantric sect has passed down this skill for many years, but the highest achiever was only at the ninth level. Moreover, that person went mad shortly after mastering it. Only in this generation has a gifted Golden Wheel Dharma King emerged, who has broken through to the tenth level!"

"My cousin has only had this divine skill for half a year, and she has already mastered the sixth level. It is clear that even the Golden Wheel Monk is far inferior to my cousin."

"Tibetan Tantric Buddhism is nothing special!"

Murong Fu looked up at the sky and laughed loudly.

Wang Yuyan sighed softly, "Cousin, you must not underestimate the heroes of the world. I've heard that there's a Tibetan Tantric sect member named Phagpa who is exceptionally powerful, he is..."

"Alright, alright, I know all that. No need for my cousin to add anything more." Murong Fu felt that Wang Yuyan was lecturing him and was very impatient.

Seeing that his attitude was completely different from before, Wang Yuyan felt a pang of sadness in her heart, but at the same time, she became even more determined in her heart.

He turned around, picked up the bowl of water beside him, and said, "Cousin, are you tired from practicing? Have some water."

"Hmm." Murong Fu, without suspecting anything, accepted the drink and downed it in one gulp under Wang Yuyan's tense gaze.

After finishing his drink, he handed the empty bowl back to Wang Yuyan and said, "Cousin, I have other things to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."

After saying that, he turned to leave without waiting for Wang Yuyan's reply.

However, he stopped in his tracks after taking only two steps.

"Cousin? Cousin?"

Wang Yuyan called softly twice from behind, and seeing that Murong Fu did not respond, she walked up to him.

At this moment, Murong Fu's eyes were empty and lifeless, staring blankly into the distance, as if he had lost his soul and become a walking corpse.

Is this the effect of "Truth Water"?

Wang Yuyan composed herself and, not daring to waste any time, asked, "Cousin, do you remember who I am?"