The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

"Okay, okay, don't stay here any longer. Send the person to the Meng family first." Wan Jinan urged.

Hearing this, Mr. Song suddenly looked troubled: "Actually, just send it here."

After hearing this, Mr. Song's expression changed slightly, and he looked troubled: "Then where should we stay tonight?"

"You come with me."

After saying that, Elder Song led the group to an inn and said, "Please stay here tonight. I'm just Meng Yu's teacher, and I don't have the authority to arrange for you all to stay in the Meng Mansion. Please don't mind."

Wan Jinan said indifferently, "It's okay. We've all been on missions and have to sleep on the streets. It's good enough to have an inn to stay in. But please arrange the best room for me."

"Okay." Elder Song nodded. "You can handle it on your own tonight. I'll go to the Meng Mansion to reminisce with them. However, tomorrow at 9:00 PM is when the Yan family will come to pick up the bride. As a teacher, I will escort Meng Yu to her wedding. Everyone, remember to come."

"Okay." Wan Jinan agreed immediately. He hadn't expected that after so many years of not doing sect missions, the first one he did would be so simple and comfortable. He really had gotten a great deal.

After watching Mr. Song leave, the few of them walked into the inn.

Old Song, who was hiding in the corner of the street, quietly took off his mask after seeing several people enter the inn.

Beneath that aged skin was the body of a young man, whose appearance was masculine and resolute, exuding a unique chivalrous aura.

His face was defined by sharp lines and a broad forehead. His thick eyebrows, like the sharp edges of a sword, were slightly raised, exuding an uninhibited and carefree air. A few wisps of untrimmed stubble adorned his chin, and a prominent cross-shaped scar etched across his forehead. Yet, this scar did not diminish his charm; instead, it added a certain toughness and maturity to him, making him unforgettable.

He first went to a barber shop to have his beard shaved clean, then went to a clothing store and bought himself a new set of clothes. After dressing himself up from head to toe, he started to go to Meng's house.

However, he did not enter openly, but climbed over the wall in the Meng family's backyard.

The Meng family, a prominent family in Wuxi City, stood majestically like a small palace. Its exterior walls were constructed of pure white stone, and its roof featured an elegant arched design adorned with golden reliefs. Rows of delicate wind chimes hung from the eaves, creating a melodious, clear sound in the breeze, resembling celestial music.

After entering, he walked directly through several corridors and came to a golden gate.

The gate was guarded by four palace maids with great martial arts skills, each holding a weapon in their hands, and they looked not to be trifled with.

Of course, Song Chaoge hadn't considered entering through the door from the start. He walked with ease to an unattended utility room. It was tucked away in a remote corner, dark and gloomy, with a musty odor. A few tattered curtains, dusty and stained, hung on the walls, seemingly untended for ages.

Song Chaoge glanced around, making sure no one was paying attention. He then came to a shelf covered in thick dust and gently brushed away the dust, revealing several hidden incisions. His heart tightened, and he quickly moved a few mechanisms. A faint "click" sound reached his ears, as if the ancient mechanism were slowly awakening.

Suddenly, the shelf piled high with miscellaneous items slowly slid aside, revealing a dark secret passage. Song Chaoge took a deep breath and stepped into the hidden passage without hesitation.

In the boudoir, Meng Yu sat in front of a carved dressing table, tear marks on her face and her weak shoulders trembling slightly.

She looked at herself in the bronze mirror. She looked pale and weak, and her long black hair was a little messy from crying.

The maidservant was extremely anxious, her eyes full of pity. She gently held Meng Yu's hand and whispered, "Miss, don't cry anymore. If you cry any more, your eyes will be swollen and unbearable to see."

Meng Yu suddenly looked up, her eyes welling up like water: "It's good to be inconsolable! I don't want to marry that Yan Dongsheng! How can there be such a cruel father in this world, who pushes me into it even though he knows it's a fire pit!" Her voice was full of anger and helplessness, like a wounded little animal, eager to escape but with nowhere to go.

The maid sighed, looking helpless. "The city lord was forced into this. If anyone wants to blame someone, it's the Yan family's viciousness. They actually controlled Yinshang Ridge! That's equivalent to controlling the entire southwest road, including the water source of Wuxi City. The Yan family used the lives of the people of Wuxi City as bargaining chips, and the city lord loves his people like his own children. How could he abandon them..."

"What about me? I'm her own flesh and blood!" Meng Yu's voice was high-pitched, almost collapsing. "I know my father loves his people like his own children... but how could he have the heart to send me to be abused by that scumbag! In my heart, there's only Brother Chaoge. Rather than being treated like a furnace by him and subjected to humiliation, I'd rather just bang my head against the wall and die!"

After saying that, Meng Yu suddenly stood up and pretended to hit the wall.

At this moment, the secret passage in the corner of the room, which had not been opened for many years, suddenly opened, and a faint light shone through, like the morning light at dawn.

Song Chaoge slowly walked out from inside. His appearance was like a ray of hope, illuminating this gloomy room.

Meng Yu's voice was almost trembling, filled with uncontrollable emotion: "Brother Chaoge, is that you! Is it really you?"

Song Chaoge nodded slightly, his heart full of words stagnating like a dried-up river, unable to flow. He stood there, his figure slender, as if the vicissitudes of life had left deep marks on him. He said calmly, "I'm sorry for making you wait so long."

Meng Yu shook her head, turned around, and threw herself into Song Chaoge's arms. Her body trembled slightly, and tears flowed uncontrollably: "You're finally here! I thought I would never see you again in this life!"

Meng Yu hugged Song Chaoge tightly, feeling the familiar and warm breath, as if this moment could melt away years of longing and loneliness.

Song Chaoge stared down at Meng Yu in his arms, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He gently stroked her hair, his voice low and gentle, "Me too, Yu'er. I've been thinking about you. When I thought about the City Lord marrying you off to that scumbag tomorrow, I didn't dare stop for a moment, fearing I'd miss him. Fortunately, I made it..."

The maidservant beside them looked at the two people who met again and covered her mouth in panic, fearing that she would scream out of excitement.

"Mr. Song... why are you here?"

"Shh." Meng Yu immediately made a hushed gesture: "Sisi, please, don't tell anyone..."

Seeing this, the maid had no choice but to nod.