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 it!"
He is 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.
"Everything is packed."
Rong Niang lowered her head and replied.
What's packed?
Song Ziyu looked at Rong Niang and then at 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, and the environment is beautiful, which is very suitable for self-cultivation.”
Dad wants to send her away?
Song Ziyu's eyes widened, and a wave of evil fire rushed into her head.
She was so angry that she was shaking all over. After all, this family could no longer tolerate her. After all, they disliked her and were embarrassed.
As long as she stayed in this home, they would be laughed at because of her, so they simply sent her away.
"I dont go."
Song Ziyu gritted his teeth and said.
They were afraid that they had made their decision a long time ago. Rong Niang said that she had packed her things. Obviously they were sending her away today! She would not leave, not even to her death. She wanted to stay in the palace.
City, let everyone who laughs at her see that she, Song Ziyu, was able to marry in a glorious manner.
About ten days ago, Wang Qilin came to the door but there was no news. Apparently her father rejected the marriage.
He was about to send her away now, presumably it was related to this matter, and sent her to a place where she could not see anyone, thus severing 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.
Those who said they would stay for a year or two and then come back are all lies.
She was like an exiled person, except that others were exiled by the court, but she was exiled by her family. How many of these exiled people have come back since ancient times?
Song Heng's head hurt, and this girl was thinking wildly again.
"This is your home, why won't dad let you come back?"
"Since this is my home, why do you want to send me away again?"
Song Ziyu asked angrily, grabbed the teacup on the table and threw it on the ground.
"Song Ziyu!"
Seeing that his daughter threw a cup with him, Song Heng became angry and slammed the table hard.
"Snapped!"
The noise 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.