Chapter 15

[Affection Level: 8]

Sister Sister Azhu pointed at Sister Sister Abi's affection level, which had reached a high of "nine," and said, "Do you think he will let you off?"

Sister Sister Abi: "..."

"Judging by the score, even if he lets me go, he certainly won't spare you. Moreover, if he forces himself on us, we simply have no ability to resist."

Sister Sister Abi suddenly froze; what Sister Sister Azhu said was exactly what she had failed to consider.

Now, hearing Sister Sister Azhu's words, she could not help but fall into deep thought.

The more she thought, the paler her face became.

Sister Sister Azhu grasped her soft hand and said, "Good sister, go and ask. Do not leave any regrets for yourself. Even if you truly marry someone else in the future, at least your heart will be at peace."

Sister Sister Abi remained silent.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally walked step by step toward South South Murong Fu.

Looking at the familiar yet strange handsome face before her, Sister Sister Abi's lips trembled slightly; after moving them for a long while, she finally managed to speak.

"Young Master, I am..."

"You are Sister Sister Abi, one of my maids."

"Young Master, do you like Sister Sister Abi?"

"No."

"Is it also because Sister Sister Abi's status is lowly and she is unworthy of the Young Master?"

"Yes."

"But Sister Sister Abi likes the Young Master; she likes him very much."

"That is your affair; I cannot control whom you like."

"Young Master, Sister Sister Abi wants to marry you, even if it is only as a concubine..."

"Get lost! How can I, the Emperor of Great Yan, take a servant as a consort? Would that not make me a laughingstock to the entire world?!"

"A... Sister Sister Abi understands."

Before she could finish speaking, Sister Sister Abi covered her face, fled while weeping, and threw herself into Sister Sister Azhu's arms, sobbing softly.

Looking at Wang Wang Wang Yuyan, whose great grief produced no tears, and at Sister Sister Abi, who was crying until she was a tear-soaked mess, Sister Sister Azhu immediately felt a splitting headache.

She had never loved anyone herself, so she could not understand the sorrow and bitterness in Wang Wang Wang Yuyan's and Sister Sister Abi's hearts, but seeing their appearance, it was obvious they were heartbroken to the extreme.

Especially Wang Wang Wang Yuyan; not a single tear had fallen, yet Sister Sister Azhu genuinely worried she might do something rash.

"Miss, Sister Sister Abi, you both..."

Sister Sister Azhu wanted to say some words of comfort, but when the words reached her lips, she did not know how to begin.

She could hardly blame South South Murong Fu for his faults, could she?

After all, he was her master.

"If my cousin does not want me anymore, what meaning is there in my living?"

Wang Wang Wang Yuyan muttered to herself, but before she could take any action, the corner of her eye caught sight of the duplicate diary belonging to the two maids.

A slight ripple arose in the young girl's eyes, and her heart stirred: "A duplicate diary... I still have a duplicate diary. Although he is somewhat fickle, he is not as heartless as my cousin; perhaps I should go see him..."

At this moment, Wang Wang Wang Yuyan was at her wit's end, feeling as though the entire world had abandoned her, desperately needing someone to rely on to soothe her wounded heart.

Now, suddenly seeing the duplicate diary, it was like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood; instinctively, she regarded Jiang Sishui, whom she had never met, as a spiritual anchor.

But then, Wang Wang Wang Yuyan furrowed her brows again: "But where is he now?"

"Ah, yes, he once mentioned in his diary that he would come to visit Manluo Villa in the future; by then, I will be able to see him."

Thinking of this, Wang Wang Wang Yuyan felt slightly relieved, and the gloomy oppression between her eyebrows dissipated somewhat.

Sister Sister Azhu had been observing their expressions closely; seeing this, she could not help but feel secretly puzzled.

Nevertheless, if Wang Wang Wang Yuyan could let go, she would be happy for her.

Wang Wang Wang Yuyan looked at South South Murong Fu again and suddenly felt that the handsome face which had once haunted her dreams was now something she instinctively rejected from the bottom of her heart.

She said to the two maids, "Let us leave this place first. If Third Brother Bao and Fourth Brother Feng arrive and stumble upon the Young Master in such a state, we will find it difficult to explain."

Upon hearing this, Sister Sister Azhu felt it made sense and immediately pulled Sister Sister Abi along, following Wang Wang Wang Yuyan away.

Although South South Murong Fu was left here alone, they were not worried.

No outsiders would set foot in Manluo Villa, and everyone within the estate knew South South Murong Fu, so naturally, no one would harm him.

More than half an hour later, South South Murong Fu's spirit suddenly flickered, and then he came to his senses.

"Hmm? What happened to me?"

South South Murong Fu surveyed his surroundings and realized he was in Manluo Villa, where he was entirely alone; he could not help but knit his brows and ponder carefully.

Tracing his memories back, he remembered seeking out his cousin to ask about the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Art," receiving her guidance, and then cultivating on the spot; after that...

There was no "after that."

"It seems I overdid it during my cultivation."

Glancing at the sky, South South Murong Fu did not dwell on it further and left Manluo Villa directly.

The purpose of this trip had been achieved, so he could not be bothered to bid farewell to Wang Wang Wang Yuyan.

In his view, Wang Wang Wang Yuyan was so devoted to him that she was already in the palm of his hand; there was no need to waste effort on her.

With that time, it would be better to contribute bricks and tiles to the great cause of restoring his nation!

South South Murong Fu arrived at the shore, where Sister Sister Azhu and Sister Sister Abi had long been waiting on the boat.

Seeing South South Murong Fu approach, the two maids hurried forward to pay their respects.

"Sister Sister Abi, what is wrong with your eyes?"

South South Murong Fu casually glanced over, saw Sister Sister Abi's swollen and red eyes, frowned, and immediately asked.

Hearing South South Murong Fu's voice, Sister Sister Abi recalled his heartless words from earlier; her heart soured, mist rose in her eyes again, and she was on the verge of shedding tears.

She quickly lowered her head, bit her lower lip, and stammered, "This servant is fine; I merely stumbled accidentally. I simply cannot bear pain, which is why I proved so useless."

Upon hearing this, South South Murong Fu asked no further questions.

She was merely a maid at his side; he did not care particularly much.

Thus, he leaped aboard the boat and ordered, "Set sail; return to Swallow Dock."

Central Plains Escort Agency.

Zhao Zhao Zhao Qiying found Zhang Yan to inquire about Jiang Sishui's condition.

Learning that Jiang Sishui had not emerged from the side room since entering, she abandoned the notion of going to see him.

Firstly, she was uncertain whether this Jiang Sishui was truly the diary's owner; secondly, she did not wish to alert the enemy by startling the snake; thirdly, she possessed her own methods to confirm his identity.

"If you are indeed him, then the next diary entry will surely mention the Central Plains Escort Agency, won't it?"

Zhao Zhao Zhao Qiying's heart was as clear as a bright mirror; she quietly awaited the arrival of the next day.

The golden sun sank in the west, and the jade rabbit rose in the east.

Moonlight rested upon the treetops as the morning light grew faint.

Another new day had dawned.

Living up to Zhao Zhao Zhao Qiying's expectations, the diary copy had updated once more.

["I heard the 'Precious Dragon Chess Gathering' is about to convene; this is a major event I must attend! Otherwise, missing out on Wu Wu Ya Zi's entire lifetime of cultivated power would be a pity, wouldn't it?"]

This opening sentence startled quite a few people.

The Precious Dragon Chess Gathering? Concerning the entire lifetime of cultivated power belonging to someone named Wu Wu Ya Zi?

Rumors had long circulated that a hidden opportunity lay behind the 'Precious Dragon Chess Array'; could this be it?

Could it be that this Wu Wu Ya Zi intends to transmit his cultivation?

Then what realm does this Wu Wu Ya Zi occupy?

To orchestrate such a massive spectacle, could he possibly be a Venerable Heavenly Being?

As for realms even higher than that... they dared not even imagine it.

For a moment, many people began to stir with restless ambition.

However, recalling the difficulty of solving the 'Precious Dragon Chess Array', they could not help but feel somewhat dispirited, then turned their expectant gazes toward the page, hoping Jiang Sishui would reveal the method of solution.

["Although the book records the method for solving the Precious Dragon Chess Array, whether the chess array in this comprehensive martial world remains identical to the original work is itself a question."]

["Moreover, even if it is exactly the same, I do not understand Go anyway, so it would still be useless."]