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

Song Chaoge pondered the current situation carefully, his brow furrowed as he spoke, "One is in the late Qi Refining stage, two are in the early Foundation Establishment stage, one is in the late Golden Core stage, and the other is the Peak Master of their First Peak. They must have reached the Nascent Soul stage at least." He paused, his gaze sharp as a knife. "When the time comes, I'll have them hold back the Yan family to buy us time to escape. I think it should be no problem."

Meng Yu's heart tightened involuntarily, and he asked in surprise, "You hired five people? And there's even a Nascent Soul expert here? That must have cost a lot of money, right?"

"Five hundred spirit stones." Song Chaoge replied indifferently, with a hint of self-mockery in his eyes.

"Only 500!? How is that possible? How can we invite so many people with 500 spirit stones?"

"Yes, this is a bit absurd." A maidservant added, "I heard that the Yan family spent tens of thousands of spirit stones just to hire those three people from the Gumeng Clan. How could the Xianyun Sect agree to 500 spirit stones?"

Song Chaoge sighed, "After hearing the news that you were going to marry Yan Dongsheng, I immediately went to Xianyun Sect and sent them a task. The task was to send me to the Meng family and attend your wedding banquet. Five hundred spirit stones are the deposit. After completing the task, I will give them another 2,500 spirit stones as the balance."

He lowered his head slightly, the radiance on his face shrouded in a shadow. "But the truth is... 500 spirit stones is all I have. So I thought I'd let them hold off for a bit tomorrow, and I'll just elope with you."

Meng Yu was so shocked after hearing this that she could hardly calm down. "Brother Chaoge! You're using 500 spirit stones to trick five people into working for you? Not only is there a Spiritual Transformation Stage expert on the other side, there are also several Gumeng Clan experts. They definitely can't win. How could you do this..."

Meng Yu couldn't accept Song Chaoge's behavior and couldn't help but question him.

"I have no other choice but to resort to this desperate measure." Song Chaoge's expression grew increasingly solemn, his eyes revealing helplessness and struggle. He knew that this method was extremely despicable, but he was powerless to do anything. Fear of the unknown that was about to come surged in his heart: "I know this method is despicable, but even more than being despicable, I'm more afraid of not being able to save you, of losing you!"

Song Chaoge's voice gradually became louder and louder. Fortunately, the moment he entered the room, he cast a sound-absorbing barrier around the room, so that people outside could not hear them talking.

"But..." Meng Yu hesitated, his voice weak: "If the people from Xianyun Sect..."

"Don't worry, they won't die. After all, they are all members of the Xianyun Sect. I think the Yan family will at most go to the Xianyun Sect to demand an explanation, but they won't be so cruel as to kill them. If they dare to take action, they will become enemies of the Xianyun Sect."

"Okay, Brother Chaoge, then I'll listen to you." After much hesitation, Meng Yu finally agreed with Song Chaoge's approach.

No way, she doesn't want to die...

At noon the next day, the morning light had just fallen on the earth, and a thin layer of mist gently enveloped the city of Taixi.

Not far away, the Yan family's wedding procession was ready. The team was well-organized and impressive.

Leading the way was a group of knights, clad in gorgeous armor, riding tall camels. The armor gleamed with metallic brilliance in the sunlight, like the gods of war descending. It didn't seem like they were going to pick up a bride, but rather to a battlefield.

Following closely behind, however, came a richly decorated sedan chair and a luxurious camel-drawn cart. Its body, inlaid with jewels, resembled a blossoming flower. Sitting atop it was none other than Yan Dongsheng. A smug smile graced his face, and he occasionally exchanged greetings with the surrounding people. As the procession advanced, melodious music filled the air, a blend of drums and flutes. The people stopped to watch, whispering to each other about the proposed marriage. The scene was lively yet eerie.

"Yan Dongsheng did a very decent job of welcoming the bride this time."

"Of course. This time, we're officially bringing in the bride. The one we brought in will be our wife. The eight we had before were just concubines who weren't even up to par. How could they be compared?"

"Besides, the one you're marrying this time is Meng Yu, the daughter of the Meng family. She's the daughter of the Wuxi City Lord. If you don't do it in a grand manner, will they agree to let you marry her?"

"You are so ignorant, aren't you? Do you think the Meng family agreed to the Yan family's marriage proposal because it would give him a grand ceremony?"

"What else? In the entire Southwest Road, the Yan family is the richest. Isn't the Meng family after the Yan family's money?"

"I heard that the Yan family hired a master to threaten the Meng family, forcing them to give in and marry their daughter off..."

Suddenly, a woman grabbed one of them by the ear and said, "Shh! How dare you discuss the Yan family's affairs? You can't discuss it outside, or you'll lose more heads than you can chew!"

"I know, I know. Let's not talk about it anymore. Let's not talk about it anymore..."

The wedding procession marched forward in a mighty procession across the desert.

Taixi City and Wuxi City were very close, both on the southwest road, and could be reached in an hour by camel. Around 9:00 PM, the bride's procession had already entered Wuxi City.

Meanwhile, in Meng Yu's room, City Lord Meng Ge stood guard nervously, his expression serious, fearing his daughter would escape if he wasn't paying attention. Meng Yu sat by the window. Though pale, she appeared unusually well-behaved today, neither crying nor angry, as if suppressing her inner emotions and silently cooperating with her father's arrangements.

Just as a heavy atmosphere enveloped the room, a servant rushed in, his face full of nervousness: "City Lord, I just received news that the wedding party has entered the city." As soon as the words fell, Meng Ge's heart sank suddenly. He nodded, feeling mixed emotions.

He turned and looked at Meng Yu, who was wearing a bright red wedding dress, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. The red dress was particularly dazzling in the morning light, but Meng Yu's face was not filled with joy, but rather with an extremely desolate look. Meng Ge patted her shoulder heavily, his voice low and gentle: "My dear daughter, I really wronged you this time."

"Dad..." Meng Yu spoke slowly and calmly, "Have you ever been soft-hearted towards your daughter in this matter?"

Meng Yu didn't have much emotion, as if he just wanted to seek an explanation for himself again at the last moment.

Meng Ge was shocked after hearing this. He sighed and said in a heavy voice, "Your mother died early, and you are my only daughter. How could I not have been soft-hearted? But... I can't just watch the people in the city suffer like this."

"So you still remember mother. Seeing how heartless you were, I almost thought you picked me up." Meng Yu said self-deprecatingly, then reminded him, "None of Yan Dongsheng's previous concubines lived longer than three months. After I'm gone, you can start preparing the coffin. I hope you'll receive a complete body."