"Yeah." Song Heng responded, walked to the table and sat on the round stool.
"Dad, do you want to use some together?" Song Ziyu asked aloud.
Song Heng shook his head: "No, just eat!" He was not in the mood to eat now.
Song Ziyu drank the porridge and murmured in her heart: Dad didn't come to have breakfast with her, so why did he come to her small courtyard so early in the morning?
A quarter of an hour later, Song Ziyu finished his breakfast.
Rong Niang walked out of Song Ziyu's boudoir, walked up to Song Heng, blessed him and called out: "General."
"Is everything packed?" Song Heng looked at Rong Niang and asked.
"It's all packed up," Rong Niang replied with her head lowered.
What has been packed? Song Ziyu looked at Rong Niang and then his father in confusion, feeling that they were hiding something from her, and a bad feeling arose in his heart.
"What did you pack?" Song Ziyu asked Rong Niang sharply.
Rong Niang glanced at the general and lowered her head without saying a word.
Song Heng organized his words in his mind, looked at his daughter and said seriously: "Father plans to send you to Zhuangzi to live for a while. Zhuangzi is not far from the imperial city, only three or four days' journey. There are mountains and rivers.
The environment is beautiful and very suitable for self-cultivation.”
Dad wants to send her away? Song Ziyu's eyes widened, and a wave of evil fire rushed to her head. She was shaking with anger. This family couldn't tolerate her after all. They despised her and was embarrassed. As long as she is there
If she stayed in this home, they would be laughed at because of her, so they simply sent her away.
"I'm not going." Song Ziyu gritted his teeth and said.
They may have made their decision a long time ago. Rong Niang said that she had packed her things. Obviously they were sending her away today!
She won't leave, she won't leave even if she dies. She will stay in the imperial city and let everyone who laughs at her see that she, Song Ziyu, can marry in a glorious manner.
About ten days ago, Wang Qilin came to the door and there was no news. Apparently her father rejected the marriage. He was going to send her away now, and I guess it was related to this matter, so he sent her to
Going somewhere where she can't see anyone cuts off her contact with Wang Qilin.
Song Heng had long expected that she would be like this, so he frowned and said, "Dad, this is for your own good. If you stay in Zhuangzi for a year or two and then come back, the people in this imperial city will forget about you."
"Will you let me come back?" Song Ziyu asked with a sneer. She said that she would stay for a year or two before coming back, but it was all a lie. She was like an exiled person, except that others were exiled by the imperial court.
She was exiled, and she was just exiled by her family. How many of these exiled people have come back since ancient times?
Song Heng's head hurt, and the girl was thinking wildly again. "This is your home, why won't dad let you come back?"
"Since this is my home, why did you send me away again?" Song Ziyu asked angrily, grabbing the teacup on the table and throwing it on the ground.
"Song Ziyu!" Seeing that his daughter threw a cup with him, Song Heng became angry and slammed the table hard.
"Pa!" The sound made everyone in the yard tremble.
A flash of fear flashed in Song Ziyu's eyes, and he stiffened his neck and said, "I won't leave. I want to stay in the imperial city. I want to marry in a glorious manner, so that everyone in the imperial city can take a good look."
"Then what?" Song Heng took a deep breath and suppressed his anger, "What's the point even if you get married happily? It has no meaning except to prove that you can still get married. The rest of your life