When Zhongli Mingye returned to the prince's mansion, he was already extremely irritated. Although he didn't drink those aphrodisiac wines, he still took a little for the sake of acting. His clothes were all stained with wine. To make him fall into the trap, the Empress Dowager even used a forbidden drug from the palace.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly. These tricks in the palace were really disgusting!
Staggering with unsteady steps, he walked to the Wind Courtyard. At a glance, he saw the "little page boy" Song Jinyu feeding the fish. The afternoon sun was getting stronger, making him dizzy and parched.
Seeing him come in, Song Jinyu smiled coquettishly, "I've fed your fish..." But the man didn't say a word. He just rushed in front of her and hugged her tightly.
His breathing was rapid, and his whole body was hot.
"Hey..." What was wrong with him? He wasn't acting normally!
Song Jinyu grabbed his hand and felt his pulse. Sure enough, his pulse was strange. She struggled hard to break free from his embrace and said hurriedly, "Wait for me..."
But the man couldn't wait any longer and was about to pounce on her again. Seeing that she couldn't dodge him, and noticing his red - eyed and gradually losing rationality, Song Jinyu had no choice but to lead him towards the lake cruelly. She stretched out both hands.
"Plop..."
"Help! The prince has fallen into the lake!"
She quickly ran out to find someone to rescue Zhongli Mingye. The man who had fallen into the water became much more sober. He looked up at the sky, speechless and choking with emotion. His woman had actually thrown him into the lake!
Qingfeng quickly rushed over, dived into the lake, and fished out the prince, who had become a drowned rat.
"Achoo..."
Zhongli Mingye sneezed loudly. The little page boy beside him immediately offered a bowl of ginger soup considerately.
He glared at her fiercely, took the soup, and drank it up in one gulp. "I can't be blamed for this. Who knew you'd lose your mind at that time? It's quite comfortable to take a cold - water bath on this day!" He was too lazy to look at the girl with smiling eyes. With a gloomy face, he half - lay on the bed.
After a long while, Song Jinyu gently moved to the side of his bed. "Mingye? Hmm?" Was he still angry? Seeing that he still ignored her, she had to boldly pull his hand.
"I'll feel your pulse to see if the effect of the drug has worn off?"
He looked at her angrily. "But you can't just throw this prince into the lake?" He had lost all his face!
"Um... You're already okay!"
Nonsense! After soaking in the lake thoroughly, what else could be wrong? Zhongli Mingye was too lazy to talk to her. She was so unromantic.
Qingfeng came in to report the news from the palace, and Song Jinyu quietly left the room. "Your Highness, the palace has bestowed Ming Qiyun as a concubine to the King of Zhongzhou."
"All this prince can do for his uncle ends here!"
He was very clear about the Empress Dowager's plan. But now the emperor was suspicious. He not only turned a blind eye to the discord among his brothers, but also didn't want to tolerate Ming Ruyi at all.
After their discussion, Zhongli Mingye felt extremely dizzy and had a splitting headache. First, he had drunk the aphrodisiac wine, and then he had been thrown into the lake by Song Jinyu. Even though he was strong and healthy, he couldn't bear such torture.
Song Jinyu gently pushed open the door and sat beside him. She took out a pill from her hand, a miraculous medicine. It was the one she had made for the emperor and left one for herself.
It not only nourished the body but also refreshed the mind. She woke Zhongli Mingye up and directly fed the pill to him. Zhongli Mingye stared at her with dissatisfaction at her rudeness. "What did you feed me..."
The girl leaned closer to him and said with a smile, "It's nothing, just a miraculous medicine that can make you look radiant!"
"It's my compensation for you. I didn't make many of them." Because one of the herbs was extremely precious.
He felt the pill melting in his mouth. The sweet fragrance of the herbs was just like her.
"Tomorrow is the Qixi Festival. This prince will take you out for a stroll!"
Hearing this, the girl's eyes sparkled. "Really?" She had been confined in the mansion by Zhongli Mingye for the past few days and was extremely bored.
"This prince always keeps his word!" Seeing her happy, he couldn't help but look forward to tomorrow coming earlier.
Since Song Jinyu entered the capital, Yan Fei had directly returned to Tianmen Mountain to serve his master. "What has that little girl been up to lately?" The sect master, Miao Yunshen, liked Yan Fei and Song Jinyu the most. It was not only because they were the youngest but also because they had extremely high talents.
Song Jinyu's talent in medicine was a rare one in the Tianmen Mountain School in a hundred years; Yan Fei had also achieved great success in martial arts at a young age.
The two apprentices had long surpassed their other senior and junior brothers in their respective fields. Therefore, Miao Yunshen trusted them very much.
Little Shiyi was a girl. Although he valued her more because of Qiu Shuixin, he was reluctant to scold her and always held her in the palm of his hand. He was also afraid of restricting her personality, so he would occasionally let her go down the mountain to reunite with her family.
In this year, Miao Yunshen gradually felt that there were increasing internal turmoil in Tianmen Mountain. In order to let Song Jinyu live a better life, he allowed her to stay at home in Liuzhou City for a longer time. But as time passed, Miao Yunshen missed her very much.
Since she went up the mountain at the age of six, Miao Yunshen really regarded her as his own daughter.
"Master, little junior sister..." Should he tell his master that the Prince Yu had special feelings for her?
But would that create a rift between them?
"What's wrong?" Miao Yunshen perked up. He had just seen off the elders' council who had forced him to appoint an heir earlier and was a bit tired at this moment.
"Little junior sister has gone to the capital and will be back soon."
Miao Yunshen smiled. "I wonder what she's going to do in the capital. When she returns to Liuzhou, you can take her back to the sect."
"Yes!"
It was time. The power of the martial arts sect should be handed over to the next generation. Miao Yunshen, wearing the long robe of the sect master, stood in front of the window, feeling the wind. "Among the eleven apprentices, no matter who takes over, it will be a dead end."
"Only by placing oneself in a desperate situation can there be a new chance of survival. Maybe it will be a new beginning."
Yan Fei was busy on the mountain. The second elder, Du Zhouli, walked in. "Yan Fei, keep an eye on your master these days."
Du Zhouli stroked his beard and looked inexplicably proud. "You young junior brothers are still too inexperienced. Tianmen Mountain still needs our elders' council to supervise more. We can't afford to lose face in the martial arts world!"
Yan Fei remained calm and only said, "I will follow the second elder's instructions."
The turmoil inside Tianmen Mountain was just a problem left over from the power transfer of the previous generation.
How much longer would the mysterious young master tolerate these old guys? The corner of Yan Fei's lips curled up. Some people were not as simple as they seemed.