Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

"I want to see my cousin... I need to go see my cousin..."

An unprecedented urge surged within her, a desire to rush out of the room to Yanziwu, to find her cousin Murong, and to tell him everything.

Even if it's just saying goodbye to him.

However, the old women quickly blocked Wang Yuyan's way.

"Miss, Young Master Murong is not in Yanziwu at the moment. Please don't make things difficult for us." The head matron's voice was solemn. "This is Madam's order. This old servant advises you to obediently come with us."

Wang Yuyan's eyes were gloomy. In Mantuo Manor, her mother, Li Qingluo, was the head of the household.

The girl's heart was broken...

Despair closed her eyes, letting the tears flow freely.

After a long while, she opened her eyes again. Although her eyes were still filled with tears, there was now a hint of pleading in them.

"Okay... I'll go with you." Her voice choked with emotion. "But I have one request."

"Please speak, Miss." The several nannies had watched Wang Yuyan grow up and treated her like their own daughter. Although they felt reluctant, Li Qingluo's orders were absolute.

I want to write a letter.

The nannies exchanged glances, seemingly agreeing that the request wasn't unreasonable, and nodded.

Wang Yuyan walked to the desk, her hands trembling, while Abi ground the ink and laid out the paper for her.

The moment I picked up the pen, a thousand words welled up in my heart, and tears blurred my vision once again.

"To my cousin Murong..."

Wang Yuyan wrote a farewell letter filled with the heartbreak of a young girl in her delicate small regular script.

The letter contained little sentimental reminiscence; it simply stated that she was about to be married off to a distant place, and that they might never see each other again in this life. She urged her cousin Murong to take good care of himself and not to exhaust himself for the sake of restoring the kingdom.

The letter concluded: "Yuyan and her cousin are destined to be apart in this life. Going to Chengdu, I am like a drifting duckweed, with no idea when I will return. I only wish that my cousin will soon realize his grand ambitions and have his wishes fulfilled."

After writing the last word, I felt as if all my strength had been drained, and I slumped into the chair.

Abi was heartbroken. She had been thinking of running away, but seeing Wang Yuyan crying her eyes out...

Thinking that it would be good for me to go to Sichuan with them, at least I could take care of my heartbroken cousin on the way.

If the young master finds out I didn't go with him, I'll probably get a scolding when I get back...

He stepped forward, folded the letter, put it in an envelope, and left it in a conspicuous place.

Once the people from Mantuo Manor have left, if Murong Fu comes looking for Wang Yuyan, he will be able to find out immediately.

Wang Yuyan seemed to have resigned herself to her fate, becoming silent and obedient.

She allowed the old women to undress her, bathe her, and dress her in a gorgeous but unfamiliar wedding gown.

She was like a soulless puppet, dressed up and made up by the maids, and put on a heavy phoenix coronet and wedding gown.

The bronze mirror reflected a face as beautiful as a fairy, yet it also carried a hint of heartbreak.

the next day.

The entire Mantuo Manor was bustling with activity.

Heavy wooden crates were carried out of Langhuan Jade Cave by the servants and carefully transported to the huge boats moored on the lake.

Li Qingluo, dressed in splendid attire, personally supervised the work at the dock.

As Wang Yuyan was helped by Abi, she stepped onto the large ship that was about to carry her to an unknown destiny.

She took one last look back at the Jiangnan water town where she had lived for more than a decade, and at the Swallow's Nest shrouded in mist.

His eyes were filled with endless longing and sorrow.

After everyone boarded the ship one by one.

The large ship slowly sailed away from the port of Taihu Lake, its huge sails billowing in the wind, heading towards the distant Shu Prefecture, cutting through the waves.

Inside the ship's cabin, in a luxurious room.

Wang Yuyan sat quietly by the window. The gorgeous wedding dress she was wearing had already been changed out of. This dress was just for trying on to see if it fit properly; she wasn't actually going to wear it.

Wang Yuyan is currently wearing a white silk dress.

Her pretty face was pale, her eyes were red and swollen, and she stared blankly at the receding scenery of Jiangnan outside the window, like a lifeless jade sculpture.

The door was pushed open, and Li Qingluo walked in carrying a bowl of freshly stewed bird's nest.

Seeing her daughter so distraught and tearful, she was initially angry at her daughter's lack of self-control, but that anger was quickly suppressed by her heartache.

After all, she was a piece of her own flesh and blood, her only daughter.

"Yu Yan".

Li Qingluo placed the bird's nest on the table, walked over and sat down next to her daughter, her voice softening slightly.

"Sweetie, drink this bowl of bird's nest soup. You haven't eaten anything since yesterday, how can your body take it?"

Wang Yuyan seemed not to hear, continuing to look out the window without any reaction.

Li Qingluo sighed and hugged her daughter to comfort her.

"Yuyan, I know you're upset. But would I be doing this to hurt you?"

Wang Yuyan's body stiffened for a moment, and she finally reacted.

She turned her head to look at her mother, her beautiful eyes filled with resentment.

"Mother..." Her voice was weak, clearly because she hadn't eaten much. "Why did you do this? You know perfectly well that I only have feelings for my cousin..."

"Cousin! It's my cousin again!"

Upon hearing this name, Li Qingluo's anger, which she had barely managed to suppress, flared up again.

"Your cousin only cares about his dream of restoring his country! When has he ever truly cared about you? Every time he comes to Mantuo Manor, it's for the martial arts manuals in Langhuan Jade Cave."

Looking into your eyes, was there any concern, any care? No! That Murong Fu only wanted to use you! You silly girl, how can you not see that?!

"No! No!!"

Wang Yuyan defiantly pushed away Li Qingluo's hand and retorted emotionally.

This was the first time in her life that she had so fiercely rebelled against her mother for the sake of so-called "love".

"My cousin isn't like that! He's just... he's just not good at expressing himself! He cares about me!"

"You? What a joke!" Li Qingluo was so angry that she laughed. She had lived for over thirty years. Couldn't she tell whether a man had eyes for that woman or not?

If Murong Fu truly loved Wang Yuyan, and Li Qingluo wasn't truly heartless, then Murong Fu's ambition and utilitarianism were too great, leaving no room for romantic feelings.

"If Murong Fu has feelings for you, why hasn't he come to the Wang family to propose marriage yet? Because he knows that I, his aunt, have already seen through his thoughts. He has a guilty conscience, so he doesn't dare to! If he has feelings for you, why does he always talk about martial arts manuals every time he sees you?"

You've devoted so much effort and energy to mastering all the martial arts in the world for Murong Fu, but what has Murong Fu ever done for you? Tell me! Has he ever done even the smallest thing for you?!

"I...I..."

Wang Yuyan was speechless for a moment.

She frantically searched her memory, trying to find something that could prove her cousin cared about her.

But after thinking it over, I suddenly realized something terrifying...

It seems... there really isn't?!

Every time my cousin came, he was in a hurry, and after discussing the difficulties in martial arts with her, he would leave immediately.

Even when she went out with her cousin last time, the whole trip was filled with learning about martial arts, and... she even expressed her dissatisfaction with him interfering during their sparring sessions...

Murong Fu never gave her a single gift, never cared whether she was happy, and even...

They are reluctant to utter even a single kind word of comfort.

She has always been the one making sacrifices and catering to others.