Zhongli Mingye walked with extremely heavy steps, his face bearing a solemnity never seen before. Suddenly, he remembered Song Jinyu's words: "If only you weren't the Prince of Yu!"
This time, he really didn't want to be this so - called Prince of Yu anymore. Living under the shadow of imperial power struggles day after day, he had always held firm to his mental defenses until he met Song Jinyu.
He wished to let go of all the past disputes and only hoped to join hands with her.
He felt Song Jinyu's tears and paused slightly, then sighed. After all, he was just an ordinary person. He still couldn't forgive Song Jinyu for her coldness that day, but he also felt sorry for all the burdens she had to bear.
He steeled his heart and walked out of the courtyard.
Unexpectedly, he ran into Ouyang Jinsè head - on. He stared at her coldly. Ouyang Jinsè saluted him, but for a long time, she didn't receive the order to rise.
Just as she was about to get up on her own, Zhongli Mingye suddenly struck. "How dare you be so presumptuous in front of this prince!"
"Your Highness! You..." Ouyang Jinsè wanted to say that even the crown prince treated her with courtesy, yet a mere prince dared to strike her personally.
However, no matter how Zhongli Mingye beat her, Ouyang Jinsè couldn't fight back, because... if she dared to assault a member of the royal family, regardless of the reason, Ouyang Jinsè and her entire family would be sentenced to death!
Zhongli Mingye punched and kicked, his palms creating a gust of wind. He directly beat Ouyang Jinsè until she had no power to fight back. "This prince hasn't given you permission to rise, yet you dare to get up on your own. Do you not put the Zhongli royal family in your eyes?" His words were like a knife to her heart. In a short while, Ouyang Jinsè was seriously injured.
The Prince of Yu was furious and beat Ouyang Jinsè severely. No one present dared to stop him. It wasn't until an incense stick's time later that Song Jinyu gently pushed open the half - open door and walked out.
"...Stop hitting..." She looked around at the people and slowly said, "Be careful not to hurt your hands..."
As soon as she said this, many people present were quite speechless. Their prince had been beating from beginning to end without a single hair being harmed, yet she only cared about his hands.
Ouyang Jinsè was beaten until she spat out blood and could only defend herself.
Song Jinyu's words made her extremely angry.
Zhongli Mingye's anger gradually dissipated. He found it a bit funny, but he couldn't laugh. Song Jinyu pulled a straight face, stepped forward, and pulled him back into the courtyard with her. She didn't care about the seriously injured Ouyang Jinsè at all, nor did she send anyone to check on her wounds.
Ouyang Jinsè gritted her teeth in hatred. This humiliation today was really extremely hateful!
After being pulled into the courtyard by her, Zhongli Mingye obediently let her arrange things. Song Jinyu saw that his palms were a bit red, so she let him sit on the imperial concubine's couch. "Why do you bother with her..."
"She's the crown prince's person. If you deal with her like this... you'll just offend the crown prince!" Looking down at the slender neck of the young girl, watching her gentle movements, he said, "Ouyang Jinsè will be so angry with you that she'll die..."
Without raising her head, she said, "It'd be good if she died. If I had the time, she'd look even more miserable!" The young girl's voice was completely emotionless. Zhongli Mingye reached out and pulled her to sit down with him. The two of them squeezed onto the couch.
"Do whatever you want to do boldly. This prince is willing to stake the fate of the Prince of Yu's Mansion to be your support." These words touched Song Jinyu deeply, and she felt even more guilty. Her eyes locked tightly on him. "Zhongli Mingye, I... I may..."
"Don't be so good to me... I'm afraid I'll never be able to repay you!" Summoning up her courage, Song Jinyu said what was really on her mind painfully.
Unexpectedly, Zhongli Mingye looked at her deeply with his phoenix - like eyes. "All the kindness this prince shows to you is out of my own free will. I'm kind to you not because I want something in return, but because I'm willing to."
The only thing he wished for was for her to accompany him for the rest of his life. Zhongli Mingye didn't tell her this. This wasn't the right time, and he couldn't force her anymore. He, Zhongli Mingye, had never miscalculated in his life. Whatever he wanted, he would surely get, no matter what method he used.
Song Jinyu lowered her head and remained silent. At this moment, she couldn't respond to this affection, nor did she have the strength to do so. Just thinking about what she had done to Zhongli Mingye.
She could never forgive herself. Even if Zhongli Mingye didn't mind, the way she had repaid his deep affection was so tragically decisive.
Early the next morning, Song Jinyu, who had kept vigil in the mourning hall all night, barely managed to hold herself up. Today was the day for Miao Yunshen's funeral. The master of Tianmen Mountain was to be buried.
She had someone arrest Du Zhouli, He Yan, Chen Runzhi, Qingfeng, and Mingyue. They were tied to the sacred pillars in front of the main hall, with each of them covered by a black sack.
Lin Wan mourned while supporting the coffin and crying bitterly, sending Miao Yunshen off; then she turned around and saw the cold - faced Song Jinyu. The child she had loved so much had burned down the entire Elder's Courtyard with a fire yesterday.
She was a bit puzzled. It turned out that Song Jinyu was so cold - blooded deep down.
"Auntie, don't look at this young master like that."
"Not sacrificing the entire Tianmen Mountain to accompany Master and Yan Fei is my last bit of kindness!" She leaned close to Lin Wan's ear and murmured.
It scared Lin Wan back a step. "Yu'er... Are you worthy of the ancestors of Tianmen Mountain? Are you worthy of your master's cultivation? Which of the people in the Elder's Courtyard didn't love you? Which of your senior brothers didn't take extra care of you!"
"Your master's spirit in heaven wouldn't want to see you kill each other either!" Lin Wan cried. She always remembered Miao Yunshen's words, "If they've done something wrong, forgive them... The dead end of Tianmen Mountain is also a new beginning."
"Yes, they were all my family. It's a pity... they were all blinded by power and desire." Song Jinyu turned around indifferently and motioned for others to pull Lin Wan up. "So, I'm here to clean up the beasts on Tianmen Mountain!"
Zhongli Mingye walked in and offered a stick of incense to Miao Yunshen.
He had witnessed the whole scene just now, but he didn't say a word. He just stood behind Song Jinyu, showing his stance with his actions.
Everyone stepped aside to make a path. Song Jinyu looked down on the hall masters and other main stewards of Tianmen Mountain from a high position. Not far away, there was a large black crowd of believers from each hall of Tianmen Mountain.
Song Jinyu's slender body was dressed in mourning clothes. Her gaze passed over the few people hanging in front of the square.
The sun gradually rose. Wen Sirong stepped forward and said, "Young master... It's time... It's time to send Master on his way!"
Song Jinyu swallowed hard. Looking at those people, she raised her hand and then dropped it heavily. "Execute the sentence!"
Today, she was going to avenge her master and Yan Fei in front of everyone.
Several strong men in tight - fitting clothes removed the black covers. The sun became even more intense, and those people slowly opened their eyes. Black smoke rose from their heads.
It gradually devoured their lives. They didn't know what was happening. Everyone on the scene was silent, looking at this scene in fear.
The people hanging on the sacred pillars struggled constantly and roared loudly. The black smoke became thicker and thicker, and the living people were gradually swallowed by the black smoke.
Lin Wan watched this scene in front of her. Her mind was in turmoil. "Yu'er, give them a quick death. Please!"
"A quick death? Who gave Master and Yan Fei a quick death?"
"Yan Fei's blood flowed all the way from outside Liuzhou City to inside the city..." Song Jinyu remembered Yan Fei's death that day, and she became even more crazy!
If it weren't for Tianmen Mountain and for her! How could Yan Fei have died?
She sighed softly. "Who will let me go? Who will give me a quick death?"
"Since no one will, I'll make myself feel better. I'll make all those who have hurt them pay the price in blood!"
After saying these words, her eyes became even more determined. Zhongli Mingye looked sadly at the little fairy he had taken such good care of. At this moment, she was so sad.