"Miss, your wedding is only a month away!"
"The prince... is still waiting for you!" Mi Cui pleaded desperately, but Song Jinyu snatched Cheng Song's sword. "Get out..."
She stared at Mi Cui icily. "Get out of my sight! And..."
Swish!
She cut off a lock of Mi Cui's hair. "If you dare to inform Prince Yu, next time it'll be your head."
Cheng Song and Niaoniao didn't even glance at Mi Cui, only coldly following Song Jinyu's orders.
There were plenty of the prince's soldiers and Song Mansion guards at both the front and back gates.
Cheng Song sent members of the Tianying Sect to distract the guards at the back gate, and the three of them disguised themselves and set off.
However... passing by the Qingshui Nunnery, Song Jinyu went in to offer a stick of incense to her mother. "Mother, please bless Yu'er to have a smooth journey."
Her exquisitely beautiful face was deathly pale. Her eyes were as cold as ice as she stared at the Avalokitesvara statue, recalling the day when Zhongli Mingye took an oath. A faint ache welled up in her heart. She closed her eyes and slowly dispelled the sorrow.
"I'm sorry..." She could no longer be with him calmly, and there was no way she could pretend nothing had happened and marry him.
The memorial tablet of Yan Fei in her arms was newly made. It still carried a faint scent of pine, and the characters on it were as handsome and elegant as he had been in life.
"Senior brother, junior sister is taking you home with me! I will surely make all those who harmed you pay tenfold, a hundredfold, a thousandfold, and ten thousandfold the price!"
Her slender fingers caressed the tablet, and the coldness in her tone sent shivers down one's spine. The once cute, sweet, and innocent girl seemed to have disappeared overnight, leaving only a fierce and murderous aura.
"Have they really forgotten who I am?"
Although she wasn't very familiar with it when she saw his wound yesterday, thanks to her photographic memory, Song Jinyu already knew who the culprit was.
"I've been too merciful!"
Song Jinyu deeply hated her own kindness. If... she had seen through it earlier and killed those people, Yan Fei might not have died!
She rode out of the city on horseback but took a different path. "It's time for the Tianyan Sect to come out of seclusion!"
She whispered something to Cheng Song, and Niaoniao also received new orders. "The Tianqian Sect should go ahead first. Remember! Surround the entire Tianmen Mountain.
"Without my order, no one is allowed to go down the mountain."
Meanwhile, on Tianmen Mountain. Du Zhouli stared at Miao Yunshen's body, hardly believing it. "Was it really that easy?"
After Lin Wan came over, she threw herself on Miao Yunshen's body and cried loudly. "Senior brother... how could this happen?" Clearly, Yu'er had just found the Yin Grass. She had said that Miao Yunshen could still live for a few more years.
Why? Why? Did he suddenly die!
Du Zhouli looked at Lin Wan lovingly. "Waner, don't be like this. Senior brother died a worthy death..."
"After all, he had been tortured by illness for all these years..."
After saying that, Du Zhouli gave a look, and Wen Sirong asked the maidservant to help the fainted Lin Wan back.
Chen Runzhi looked at Wen Sirong sinisterly. "Senior brother... you've always been valued by the master. Did you receive any last wishes?"
Wen Sirong remained calm and only said, "Before the master passed away, he only asked Elder Du to serve him. I didn't hear any last wishes."
"Alright! The master's last wishes have been given to this elder."
Du Zhouli casually flicked a bit of dust off his robe. After hearing this, Chen Runzhi became even more complacent. Although the master had just passed away and no major arrangements could be made for the time being, he could see clearly that he would soon surpass Wen Sirong.
"Sirong... why hasn't this elder seen the sect leader's token?" He had searched for a long time but hadn't seen it. He hadn't even seen the special credentials for dispatching the three sects that the sect leader had.
Baffled, he had no choice but to ask Wen Sirong. After all, although Miao Yunshen valued Yan Fei and Song Jinyu, in terms of ability, Wen Sirong was stronger.
"This... the master didn't mention it."
Wen Sirong was telling the truth. Although he had shared the master's worries, he knew nothing about the future of Tianmen Mountain and the hidden forces behind it.
Observing Wen Sirong, Du Zhouli couldn't find any suspicious points. If... it was on Yan Fei, Ouyang Jinshe hadn't found it either.
Could it be that it was given to Song Jinyu?
Du Zhouli didn't believe it. She was just a girl. No matter how much Miao Yunshen doted on her, he wouldn't give such an important thing to Song Jinyu.
Moreover, that girl was about to marry into the royal family.
Wen Sirong silently retreated. His hands were trembling as he let the wind and rain outside the window beat against him. "I hope she doesn't come back!"
The master's game had already excluded her.
Thinking of the master's last instructions, Wen Sirong quickly left. He had to prepare for the funeral. He Yan stared at his back, lost in thought.
"Are you sure?" Du Zhouli still couldn't trust Wen Sirong. Compared to He Yan and Chen Runzhi, he always kept a certain distance from Wen Sirong.
"Disciple thinks that senior brother is a mysterious person. Although he is gentle and polite like a gentleman, his mind is the most difficult to fathom." He Yan sneered.
Du Zhouli thought of the sect leader's position that was within his reach. It didn't matter how mysterious and unpredictable Wen Sirong was because Du Zhouli had Miao Yunshen's personal "last will."
It was truly Miao Yunshen's handwriting. Even he himself couldn't believe it. On his deathbed, Miao Yunshen had actually struggled to leave a last wish for him to become the next sect leader.
Well, he had originally planned to spend more time on it. Unexpectedly, Miao Yunshen had really handed Tianmen Mountain into his hands. It was a pity that he had been too overjoyed at that time.
He had forgotten to ask Miao Yunshen about the sect leader's token. As a result, he still hadn't found it. He just hoped to find it before the funeral preparations were completed.
"Report to the elder... no, the new sect leader!" Chen Runzhi raised his eyebrows proudly and spoke respectfully, which made Du Zhouli very proud.
"Palace Master Ouyang is here!"
"Quickly invite him in..."
Coming to Tianmen Mountain again, Ouyang Jinshe walked up the steps. The nine hundred and ninety-nine white marble steps, although worn by a hundred years of time, still shone brightly.
It truly lived up to its reputation as a famous sect for a hundred years. It's a pity...
A devilish smile appeared on his face. Song Jinyu, are you happy? That unforgettable coming-of-age ceremony!
With the cooperation of Du Zhouli, Tianmen Mountain finally fell into their hands. The crown prince hadn't received the news yet. Otherwise, he would surely reward him well.
Only the elixir formula was left. This time... he must get it.
He measured the jade steps of Tianmen Mountain step by step and stepped into the towering Tianmen Hall. He suddenly remembered that when he was young, Song Jinyu used to run around in the hall, and Yan Fei always followed behind her.
When he first met Song Jinyu, she was really beautiful, cute, and clever.
Time had passed quickly. They had grown up. The Jinshui Palace had proposed marriage three times, but all were rejected. He couldn't understand. In terms of status or ability, which aspect of him, Ouyang Jinshe, was not worthy of Song Jinyu? At first... he thought she liked Yan Fei.
But after Zhongli Mingye appeared, Ouyang Jinshe suddenly realized that she wasn't ignorant of love. She just hadn't met the person she wanted.
Neither he nor Yan Fei was the one she wanted.
As they grew older, their relationship with Song Jinyu got worse and worse. Who owed whom in the end? Was this obsession really just for revenge on her?
Ouyang Jinshe didn't understand, and maybe he didn't want to understand.