The Fu Family's Tranquil Garden was divided into four separate courtyards: Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum, in addition to the main residence, occupying a truly vast area.
Grand Elder Fu himself lived in the main residence, and he had four branches of children, each occupying one of the separate courtyards.
The Third Branch's Plum Garden was in the southeast corner. Fu Hongying followed closely behind the Grand Master, and as they walked, she recognized the direction of the "Bamboo Garden."
Her expression subtly darkened. The "Bamboo Garden" was her second uncle's residence, and the one who had just provoked her was her second uncle's second son.
'I should have thought of it earlier. No wonder Fu Chuncheng always came to Plum Garden. Damn it... damn it!'
At this moment, Fu Hongying's mind raced, and many previously unclear things became completely clear.
Precisely because of this, the anger in her heart became even harder to suppress.
One had to know that when the family was divided, her second uncle had a falling out with her father.
Her father had wanted to back down then, but her second uncle demanded too much, practically wanting to sever the Third Branch's lifeline.
Her father had no choice but to fight for it, and the result was naturally that their side won. Her second uncle was a vindictive person, and a feud was thus established between the two families.
If it weren't for the Grand Elder still being alive, the two branches would have almost reached a point of perpetual estrangement.
Yet, even so, when Fu Chuncheng came to mock her, she never suspected their family was the culprit.
While she was thinking, Yaoyao entered the garden, stopping at the door of a room. She could sense the repulsive aura emanating from inside the room.
"Caught you! You can't run away now!" Yaoyao's round, grape-like eyes slowly curved into two crescents.
She raised her hand and waved, and talismans flew out, suppressing the four corners of the room, forming a barrier.
Yaoyao's ninth-tier techniques created an extraordinary barrier, effectively cutting off any possibility for the Head Cultivator to escape.
"Big bad guy inside, are you coming out yourself, or do you want this venerable young lady to drag you out?"
After performing these actions, Yaoyao shouted into the room.
Such directness made Fu Hongying, who was beside her, a little stunned.
At this moment, the room door was pushed open from the inside, and a middle-aged man wearing a cloud-brocade, dragon-patterned outer robe walked out.
"Where did this child come from?" The man held a string of red sandalwood prayer beads, his gaze somewhat sinister.
He caught sight of Fu Hongying standing nearby, and his expression immediately turned cold.
"Third Branch's girl, is this how your father usually teaches you, to bring people casually to trespass into an elder's courtyard? And to shout like this?"
The latter was, after all, an old fox. He immediately gained the upper hand by preemptively attacking. Normally, Fu Hongying would have given way, considering the seniority.
But today was different from the past. Learning that the latter intended to harm her father, Fu Hongying no longer cared about seniority.
She sneered, "Second Uncle, how my father teaches me is none of your business."
"As for why I'm barging into your courtyard, you should know better than anyone. Hand over that 'Head Cultivator,' and I might consider not telling Grandfather about this."
"Otherwise, if he knows you invited a Head Cultivator to harm your own brother, the lightest punishment would be expulsion from the family, and he might even directly clean house!"
Fu Hongying spoke lightly, yet pointedly.
She knew she wasn't foolish and understood that no matter what she said now, the latter's answer would only be one: "outright denial."
But this didn't matter much. She had the Grand Master's calculations, which would absolutely not be wrong.
Since that was the case, she couldn't let the Grand Master suffer any injustice or unearned accusations from this scoundrel.
"What nonsense are you spouting? There's no Head Cultivator here!"
The middle-aged man, Fu Shengming, heard her words, and his eyebrows couldn't help but twitch.
However, he was an old fox after all, and this expression was quickly suppressed. Except for Yaoyao, who had been constantly observing him, no one else noticed.
"Big Uncle, it seems you're unwilling to hand over the person. Then I won't be polite with you!"
Yaoyao was also very direct. She didn't like beating around the bush; it made her brain feel insufficient.
She had always believed that whoever had the harder fist spoke the loudest. She slowly raised her hand and, from a distance, reached into the inner room.
"How dare you... This is my Bamboo Garden! How dare you act so presumptuously..."
When Fu Shengming saw Yaoyao's starting gesture, his heart subconsciously sank, and an infinitely bad premonition arose.
Although he didn't know why Third Branch's daughter would bring a doll, an alert intuition constantly urged him to stop her.
This sixth sense had appeared several times in his life, and each time it had helped him immensely.
But the latter's speed was too fast. Before he could decide what to do, a "terrified" curse echoed in his ears.
Fu Shengming looked in the direction of the sound, and then goosebumps erupted all over his body.
He saw that this little girl, from who knows where, had acquired the "disappearing act" technique, and truly pulled out another person.
The latter had a wizened face and chicken skin, with many unsightly bumps, looking terrifying.
But Fu Shengming couldn't be terrified, because the woman who had been caught was someone he knew intimately—she was the Nanyang Gu Master who had been helping him.
'Not good... I've been discovered...' Fu Shengming's heart sank with alarm, and his eyes flashed with fright.
He knew the Fu family's rules better than anyone, so before doing that dirty deed, he had already made numerous preparations.
And the purpose was simple: to deceive everyone.
The Gu Master had also assured him that few in the Xuanmen could discover her, but what was going on now?
This Fu Hongying just randomly brought a little girl from who knows where, and she got caught just like that?
'Useless, truly useless!'
Fu Shengming couldn't help but curse inwardly. At this moment, he knew it was too late for anything.
After all, a Gu Master who had harmed Third Elder suddenly appearing in his own garden was simply inexplicable.
One had to know that although his father was old, he still possessed this level of judgment. This was the "last straw" that would crush him.
"Let go of that person!"
Thinking of the misery of being expelled from the family, Fu Shengming immediately couldn't sit still. His expression agitated, he lunged directly at Yaoyao.
In his mind, he understood that to break this situation, the only way was to silence those who knew the truth.
And that idea wasn't wrong, but this time, it was Yaoyao—a little doll with ridiculously high overall combat power.
To put it harshly, even if Yaoyao stood still, the latter would find it difficult to get close to her.
In this situation, all resistance was futile. Yaoyao simply raised a hand, directly immobilizing the latter's body, tying him up, and then directly tossing him to Fu Hongying.
Then, suddenly remembering something, she took out a few more talismans, and these were "Truth-Telling Talismans."
"Big Sister, you don't need to worry about the situation with this evil cultivator; I will handle it."
"As for Big Sister's Second Uncle? If he doesn't tell the truth in front of your grandfather, just stick a 'Truth-Telling Talisman' on him."
Under the effect of the "Truth-Telling Talisman," it was like interrogation; once applied, no matter how deep the secret was hidden, it would be useless.
"This... this..."
The entire process was so smooth. Yaoyao's movements were fluid, and for some reason, Fu Hongying had a strange feeling and couldn't even speak completely.
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