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

Murong Fu spoke, his voice calm and emotionless: "I remember, you are my cousin, Wang Yuyan."

"Cousin, do you...do you like me?" As soon as she said this, Wang Yuyan's heart jumped into her throat.

Finally, Murong Fu replied, "I like it."

like?!

My cousin likes me?!

Wang Yuyan felt a huge surprise hit her, making her so excited that she almost fainted.

Could it be... could it be that she's been overthinking all along, and the diarist is just talking nonsense, and her cousin has actually always had feelings for her?

Thinking of this, Wang Yuyan, a gentle and quiet young lady from a prominent family, actually jumped up and down with joy.

Without a second thought, she continued, "Cousin, would you be willing to marry me?"

Murong Fu's voice was calm: "I'm unwilling."

Don't want to!

These three words were like a bolt from the blue, exploding in Wang Yuyan's ears and shattering all her joy.

Wang Yuyan stared at Murong Fu in disbelief, her emotions shifting from great joy to deep sorrow, leaving her feeling weak in the knees.

She asked in a trembling voice, "Why...why won't you marry me?"

"Because you don't deserve it."

"I don't deserve it?"

"Yes. I, Murong Fu, will restore the Great Yan Dynasty and become emperor in the future. My wife must be a woman of noble birth and high social standing to be considered a good match. You are just a rich young lady. How can you be worthy of me, Murong Fu? At most, after I become emperor, I will make you a concubine."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yuyan froze on the spot.

015 Great sorrow leaves no tears, yet one weeps uncontrollably.

"So, in your eyes, I've always been this lowly?"

Wang Yuyan felt a pang of bitterness in her heart. She never expected that her usually refined and elegant cousin would look down on her so much.

"Could it be...could it be that your descendants of the Great Yan royal family, which perished hundreds of years ago, are more noble than me?"

Wang Yuyan couldn't help but complain, her tone filled with resentment.

Suddenly, a shout rang out: "Insolence! How dare you look down on my Great Yan! The bloodline of my Great Yan royal family is ten times, a hundred times, higher than that of you lowly commoners! How can you compare to me?!"

Wang Yuyan was startled by the sudden reprimand.

After hearing his words clearly and seeing Murong Fu's expressionless face, a chill suddenly ran through her heart.

She felt that her cousin had suddenly become incredibly unfamiliar, someone she didn't recognize at all.

He was not like a human being, but like a demon possessed by evil!

However, remembering her years of unrequited love, she still clung to a sliver of hope and asked, "So what did you like about me when you said you liked me?"

"My cousin is as beautiful as an angel; what man wouldn't be attracted to her?"

"You only like my looks?"

"Yes."

"If you like me, why are you so cold to me?"

"How can personal feelings compare to matters of national importance?"

"If I were to persuade you to give up on restoring your kingdom and live a peaceful life with me, would you... be willing?"

"That's impossible! How dare a mere woman try to ruin my plan to restore my kingdom and obstruct my ascension to the throne?! Kill her!"

"what?"

"I say kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Anyone who dares to stop me from restoring my kingdom is my enemy! Enemies must be killed! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Even if it were me, could you bring yourself to do it?"

"You? Who do you think you are? Even if the four great families dare to ruin my plans, I will kill them all!"

Wang Yuyan's face turned ashen. Seeing Murong Fu speak the most vicious words in the most indifferent tone, she was overwhelmed with emotion, her head spun, and her already frail body collapsed.

"Miss Cousin!"

The two maids, who were eavesdropping, saw that she was about to fall and rushed out to catch her.

"Miss, what's wrong? Wake up!" Abi gently shook her body.

"Let me do it!" A'Zhu was quick-witted and reached out to pinch her philtrum.

Stimulated by the pain, Wang Yuyan slowly woke up, glanced at the two maids, and said blankly, "Azhu, Abi, you've come."

Strangely enough, although Murong Fu's reply clearly gave Wang Yuyan a feeling of utter despair, as if the sky had fallen and the earth had collapsed, she couldn't shed a single tear and just stood there blankly.

A'Zhu advised, "Miss, why don't you just cry it out?"

Wang Yuyan neither nodded nor shook her head, remaining silent as if she hadn't heard anything.

Seeing her like this, A'Zhu became even more worried. Could this be the meaning of "great sorrow without tears"?

However, despite her intelligence, she was helpless in this situation.

Then, the two maids turned to look at Murong Fu, their expressions somewhat complicated.

They had overheard Wang Yuyan and Murong Fu's exchange, and likewise, they were terrified by Murong Fu's ruthlessness.

They never expected that their young master had such an unknown side.

A'Zhu entrusted Wang Yuyan to A'Bi's care, then walked up to Murong Fu and asked, "Young Master, do you still remember me?"

“I remember, you were one of my maids, A’Zhu.”

"Young master, do you like A'Zhu?"

"I don't like it."

"Why? Isn't A'Zhu pretty?"

"A'Zhu may be beautiful, but you are merely my maid, a servant. How could you be worthy of me, young master?"

"So, young master, what are your plans for A'Zhu in the future?"

"Naturally, it's used as a tool to win people over, to marry you off to someone worthy of being courted." (Si)

"Marriage?"

“Indeed! Otherwise, why would I, a mere commoner, bother to teach you music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and raise you like a lady of high birth?” (Liu)

"A-Zhu understands." (Wife)

A'Zhu sighed softly, turned, and left.

She was intelligent from a young age and had long suspected the answers to these questions, but given the profound kindness and upbringing she had received from the Murong family, she harbored no resentment. (Ling)

However, hearing Murong Fu personally confirm these speculations still made her feel somewhat sad.

After all, the other party's purpose in training her was too utilitarian.

She could understand and accept it, but the feeling was inevitably bitter.

As for Murong Fu's lack of interest in her, A'Zhu didn't care, because she had no romantic feelings for Murong Fu, only respect and gratitude.

Arriving at Abi's side, Azhu said, "Why don't you give it a try too?"

Abi shook her head vigorously, refusing, "That's not good, I... I'd better not ask."

“Young master has drunk the ‘truth water,’ and he won’t remember what happened during that time, so what are you so afraid of?” A’Zhu asked, puzzled.

Abi still shook her head.

Seeing her acting so strangely, A'Zhu suddenly realized something and understood.

She looked into Abi's eyes and said, "You like the young master, don't you?"

Abi pursed her lips tightly but remained silent.

Azhu pressed on, "You're afraid of hearing answers you don't want to hear, so you choose to run away, to deceive yourself, isn't that right?"

"Sister Azhu, please stop!" Abi said aggrievedly, "I just want to stay by the young master's side and serve him, and that will be enough for me. Please don't ask anymore."

However, A'Zhu shook her head: "I'm afraid it can't be as you wish."

"What do you mean?"

"Bring out a copy of your diary."

Abi did as instructed.

Azhu also summoned a copy of her diary and turned to the title page.

[Character: Abi]

[Instruments: 9]

【Favourability: 9】

[Character: A'Zhu]

[Instruments: 9]