"father."

Song Ziyu called out.

"Um."

Song Heng responded, walked to the table, and sat on the round stool.

"Dad, do you want to use some together?"

Song Ziyu asked.

Song Heng shook his head: "No, you can eat it!"

He is not in the mood to eat now.

Song Ziyu was drinking porridge and wondered: Dad was not here to accompany her to have breakfast, so why did she do this in the yard like this 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 to Song Heng, and called out to him, "General."

"Have you packed up?"

Song Heng looked at Rong Niang and asked.

"It's all packed up."

Rong Niang replied with her head down.

What's done?

Song Ziyu looked at Rong Niang with a confused look on her face and looked at her father again, thinking that they were hiding something from her, and a bad premonition arose in her heart.

"What have you cleaned up?"

Song Ziyu asked Rong Niang sternly.

Rong Niang glanced at the general, lowered her head and said nothing.

Song Heng organized a speech in his heart, looked at his daughter and said seriously: "Dad plans to send you to the village to live there for a while. The village is not far from the imperial city, only three or four days away.

It has mountains and water, and the environment is beautiful, which is very suitable for self-cultivation and self-cultivation."

Dad wants to send her away?

Song Ziyu widened her eyes and a wave of evil fire rushed to her head.

They were so angry that they trembled all over. This family couldn't tolerate her anymore. They were embarrassed to dislike her.

As long as she is staying in this home, they will simply send her away because she is laughed at.

"I won't go."

Song Ziyu gritted her teeth and said.

They were afraid that they had made a decision long ago. Rong Niang said that she had packed her things. Obviously they were going to send her away today! She would not leave, she would not leave even if she died. She wanted to stay in the imperial city and let everyone who joked about her see that Song Ziyu could marry out in a glorious way.

Ten days ago, there was no news after Wang Qilin came to the door. It was obvious that her father rejected the marriage.

He was going to send her away now, but it was probably related to this matter. He sent her to a place where he could not see anyone and cut off her contact with Wang Qilin.

Song Heng had expected her to be like this, and frowned and said, "Dad, this is for your own good. If you stay in the village for a year or two before coming back, the people in this imperial city will forget about your affairs."

"Will you let me come back?"

Song Ziyu asked with a sneer.

What I said about staying for a year or two before coming back is just a lie.

She was like an exiled person, but others were exiled by the court, and she was exiled by her family. How many of these exiled people have come back since ancient times?

Song Heng had a headache, and this girl was thinking about it again.

"This is your home, why wouldn'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 had thrown a cup with him, Song Heng was furious and slapped the table hard.

"Bang!"

The sound shocked everyone in the yard to tremble.

A trace of fear flashed in Song Ziyu's eyes, and he said with his neck in his arms: "I won't leave. I want to stay in the imperial city. I want to marry out in a grand manner and let the entire imperial city take a good look."

"Then what?"

Song Heng took a deep breath and suppressed his anger, "What's the point if you get married with a glorious attitude?

It makes no sense except to prove that you can still get married.
Chapter completed!