Riding a horse, she headed north all the way.
She took several breaks on the way. The closer she got to Tianmen Mountain, the more troubled Song Jinyu became. The situation at Tianmen Mountain was now extremely critical. Her master was struggling and planning while dragging his sick body. Now that she had been bestowed a marriage by the emperor, it must be a blow to her master's plans.
After much thought, Song Jinyu decided to tell Miao Yunshen about this. Once a teacher, always a father. In a sense, Miao Yunshen was even more imposing than her father, Song Qinzhou. After all, she had grown up on Tianmen Mountain since she was six years old and had a particularly deep affection for her master and aunt.
Miao Yunshen had just watered the spiritual root planting base and was about to take a break when he saw Song Jinyu standing at the door with her head down, reluctant to come in.
"What's wrong with you? You've just come back and even refuse to see your master?" Miao Yunshen walked up to Song Jinyu. His little Eleven had grown up and was becoming more and more like Qiu Shuixin.
Song Jinyu looked up and summoned up her courage. "Master, I want to tell you something."
Miao Yunshen saw that her brows were tightly furrowed and guessed that her matter must be no small one. Otherwise, with her mischievous personality, how could she be so entangled? "What difficult thing has made my little Eleven so embarrassed?"
Song Jinyu reached out to help Miao Yunshen sit down properly and covered his legs with a small cushion. "Master, the emperor has bestowed a marriage on me..."
So it was this matter. The informants in the palace had already told Miao Yunshen. Now that little Eleven was confessing it to him in person, she must be looking for his advice. That damned emperor dared to scheme against his little disciple. He didn't show his anger on his face but smiled and said, "I wonder which young man is so lucky?"
"It's Prince Yu!"
Mentioning that person, Song Jinyu's heart skipped a beat.
"Yu'er, come with me..."
Miao Yunshen clenched his fist, and the coldness gradually gathered in his cloudy eyes.
Not knowing what her master was up to, Song Jinyu obediently followed his steps to his study.
He opened a scroll, which was a portrait of a young girl. She looked eight - tenths like Song Jinyu, but with a more gentle and graceful air.
Before she could say anything, Miao Yunshen slowly said, "Back then, your mother insisted on marrying your father, Song Qinzhou."
"For the sake of Song Qinzhou, she almost broke off relations with the entire Qiu family."
No wonder her uncles from the Qiu family never had any dealings with the Song family. It turned out to be because of her mother!
Song Jinyu didn't dare to interrupt. After all, it was a private matter of the elders.
"Later, your father really loved her. They were in perfect harmony as husband and wife." When he said these eight words, Miao Yunshen closed his eyes. Many years had passed, but he still couldn't let it go.
He opened his eyes and looked deeply at the portrait. He continued, "However, no matter how much he loved her, he couldn't protect your mother's life. When you were six years old, she passed away due to illness."
"It's all my fault. I hated her for marrying someone else and ignored her." Mentioning this matter, Qiu Shuixin was still a pain in his heart.
Song Jinyu held back the fact that her mother had been poisoned by a gu and didn't want to trouble him.
"So..."
He turned around and said seriously to Song Jinyu, "Royal marriages are mostly full of power and intrigue. You have a similar personality to Shuixin, innocent and kind. I'm afraid you won't be able to tolerate too much strife."
"Master, disciple..."
Suddenly, she didn't know what to say. From her master's words, it seemed that he didn't approve of her marrying Prince Yu.
"Prince Yu is not a good man. To be exact, none of the men in the royal family are simple."
This was true. That man was extremely calculating.
"He will have concubines in the future..."
"There will be countless people scheming against you..."
"Even children born to other women may call you mother, and you will have to accept it."
"Yu'er, you're still too young..." How could a young girl match a man who had experienced the world? The one who fell in love first would lose. Just like him and Qiu Shuixin. The loser would never be able to let it go in his life.
Miao Yunshen's words hit Song Jinyu's heart, instantly disturbing her mind. "Master, the emperor has bestowed the marriage. Disciple... disciple..." How could she refuse? Was it because she didn't want to let go, or... Her face gradually turned pale.
Miao Yunshen felt a bit reluctant, but he was a shrewd old man. He chuckled, "It's just a bestowed marriage. If you want to refuse, I have plenty of ways." He looked at Song Jinyu out of the corner of his eye. Although he felt a bit sorry for her, if she didn't make a clean break, she would be in trouble. How could the person he had trained be trapped by love?
Song Jinyu didn't want to listen anymore. She admitted that her master's words were all reasonable. At this moment, her mind was in a complete mess. "Master, please give me some time..."
Miao Yunshen nodded and watched as the young girl fled as if she had been granted amnesty.
He looked at the portrait helplessly and said, "Shuixin, she has grown up and has already learned to escape."
"Don't worry. I will definitely keep her safe. I won't let her end up like you, losing her life."
When Song Jinyu ran into her yard, Yan Fei was waiting. Seeing her pale face, he asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
Without answering him, she rushed into the room and closed the door. "Senior Brother, I want to be alone for a while."
Yan Fei stood in front of her door, wanting to say something but couldn't. He suddenly realized that maybe his little junior sister actually had feelings for that person. That's why she was so abnormal when their master opposed the marriage.
He put away his flying chain and silently sat in front of her door. He didn't say a word. As the night grew cooler, the coldness dyed his temples. Insects chirped softly, and small animals scurried through the far door and quietly ran away.
Before long, Yan Fei had drunk quite a bit of wine. There was no sound at all from his little junior sister's room. Maybe she had fallen asleep. In Song Jinyu's eyes, there was nothing more important than sleeping.
Just as he was about to leave, he found that she was standing by the window looking at the moon.
"Senior Brother, have you ever been in a situation where you can't have both love and righteousness?"
Yan Fei put down the wine jar and walked to the window. "Yes..."
Song Jinyu's gaze passed over him. "When?"
"Now!"
Huh? Was Senior Brother also troubled by love? Song Jinyu was intrigued and smiled. "Which little girl has captured the heart of my all - round senior brother?"
Yan Fei looked deeply at her, but the words he wanted to say just couldn't come out. After a long time, he said, "I'm not worthy of her. My family background is inferior to hers, and my abilities are also not as good as hers." He was telling the truth!
"Heh..." One after another, they all said there was a gap in status. Cheng Song said he wasn't worthy of He Yi, and Yan Fei said he wasn't worthy of the woman he loved.
Song Jinyu said seriously, "Family background? It doesn't matter. When I go back to my father, I'll ask him to adopt you as his adopted son. Once you're on the Song family's genealogy, you'll be the second young master of the Song family. The son of the prefect of Liuzhou City should have a much closer status."
As for abilities, "You're both good at literature and martial arts, and your flying chain is superb. Can that woman fly into the sky and escape into the ground?"
Hearing her bold words, Yan Fei laughed helplessly, and tears were almost streaming down his face.
But his heart was extremely bitter.
He reluctantly stopped smiling and just told her to rest well. Then he silently left, leaving her a desolate back.