Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

Song Mansion

During lunch break, Song Wenjie went home. He had planned to go home to get some things to take to the Tong residence, but unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, he heard Afu say that his eldest sister had arrived and was in the main hall.

Song Wenjie was overjoyed and rushed inside: "Elder sister, you've come at the perfect time! I was just about to look for you!"

Song Ting rolled her eyes at him: "It's been a while since I've seen you. I haven't seen you come to my place. I wonder what you've been up to? Well, my parents wrote a letter, so I came to visit you on my way."

As she spoke, Song Ting took out a letter from her bosom and handed it to Song Wenjie.

Sun Wenjie knew that every time his parents wrote, they wouldn't say anything else but urge him to get married, and this time would definitely be no exception.

Just as I expected, after a few words of greeting in my mind, they started to get sentimental and urged me to find them a daughter-in-law so that they could hold their grandchildren in their lifetime.

Song Wenjie folded the letter, looking helpless: "Elder sister, tell Father and Mother not to worry about me. My marriage is a big deal, and there's no rushing it."

Just then, Zhao Feng came in carrying tea and snacks, smiling shyly: "Miss, please have some tea. This is mung bean cake I made. Please try it~".

Looking at the plate of tender green mung bean cakes, one feels a sense of coolness and comfort. Song Ting took a piece and put it in her mouth.

"Well, not bad~"

A fragrant aroma of mung beans wafted over, sweet but not cloying. The taste was really good, and she couldn't help but take another look at Zhao Feng.

This girl had fair skin, big eyes, and a high nose. She had a pretty face and, although she couldn't compare to a lady from a wealthy family, she was quite outstanding among these girls.

After Zhao Feng left, Song Ting spoke up: "This girl is quite good-looking. I don't think I've seen her before."

"Eldest sister, you probably don't know, do you? She's Zhaolian's older sister~"

"Huh? What did you just say?"

Song Ting couldn't believe her ears.

Only after Song Wenjie repeated himself did Song Ting believe him.

Hearing that the two sisters had a strained relationship was even more unexpected for her.

"By the way, elder sister, I need to talk to you about something. Do you think you can help Zhaolian? She's running into some trouble right now." Song Wenjie then brought up Zhaolian's situation.

Song Ting's expression was serious: "Second brother, tell your elder sister the truth, do you like Zhao Lian?"

Upon hearing her question, Song Wenjie blushed, a rare occurrence, his face turning red to the roots of his ears. After a long while, he finally managed to utter a few words: "I don't know."

He didn't know if he liked her or not, but he just wanted to see Zhao Lian every day, liked to see her unrestrained and triumphant smile, and no one could bully her.

Seeing the smile on Song Wenjie's lips, Song Ting knew that her younger brother was completely smitten, and couldn't help but remind him, "Don't forget, she's your god-sister."

"What's wrong with being a god-sister? She's not blood-related. Just tell me if you can help or not?" Song Mingjie pursed his lips tightly.

"I can't answer that for you. I need to go back and discuss it with your brother-in-law."

At that moment, Zhao Feng was eavesdropping behind the screen outside. She heard their conversation and felt a chill run down her spine.

"Zhao Feng, what are you doing?" Su Ma happened to come in and frowned when she saw Zhao Feng standing motionless.

"Ah, it's nothing~" Zhao Feng retreated in a panic, as if she had been caught doing something wrong.

Su Ma couldn't help but nag, "Young Master, this girl is always trying to slack off. She can't stand being watched for even a short while. In my opinion, she's just restless."

Song Ting waved her hand: "Alright, Aunt Su, you can go down now."

Song Ting stood up and looked Song Wenjie up and down. Her scrutinizing gaze made Song Wenjie feel a little uneasy: "Elder sister, why are you staring at me like that?"

"I'm wondering what those girls like about you? Haven't you noticed? Zhao Feng likes you."

Song Wenjie couldn't believe it: "How is this possible?"

Song Ting gave him a sharp look: "Anyway, I'm telling you this, you can't let those two sisters become enemies because of you~"

Song Wenjie laughed dismissively: "Look, elder sister, you're getting more and more outrageous, making it sound so real."

……

The emperor had fallen into an ice cellar, and An Ye and dozens of stationed soldiers were still searching for him outside like headless flies.

“Secret guards, it’s been almost two hours, but we still can’t find the Emperor. What should we do?” Fan Ze, the leader of the officials stationed at Wufeng Mountain, looked worried.

With a dark and stern face, he said, "We have to find it even if we can't. Let's hurry up before it gets dark."

Just then, a commotion came from the bushes ahead. Dark Night, his face full of vigilance, shouted, "Who's there!"

The bushes fell silent, and after a while a wild boar suddenly sprang out and charged into the darkness.

An Ye drew his knife and began hacking at the wild boar's neck. Enraged, the boar charged wildly at An Ye.

But An Ye was no ordinary man; he was a master of martial arts. He flipped over and sat on the back of the wild boar, raising his knife and stabbing it into the boar's neck.

"Ow~"

A scream was heard, and the wild boar finally collapsed.

Although they couldn't find the emperor, everyone still needed to eat. Considering that everyone was hungry, wild boar was the best food.

Anye ordered a few soldiers to slaughter a pig and roast it, while the others continued their search.

Hearing this, Dark couldn't help but rebuke, "What time is it now and you're still thinking about eating? If we can't find the Emperor, none of us will survive."

Dark Night stared at him with a serious expression: "Do you think I'm not in a hurry? But we also need to eat. How can we maintain our strength to find the Emperor if we don't eat? If we do find the Emperor, we'll at least have something to eat to fill our stomachs."

After discussion, it was finally decided to select a few people to kill the wild boar.

Darkness knew that this couldn't go on forever; it would be dark in two more hours.

It would be even harder to find him after dark. If anything were to happen to the Emperor, they would be implicated. They couldn't let the ministers in the palace know about it now.

At that moment, a thought flashed through his mind, and he suddenly remembered Song Wenjie.

“Dark Night, I need to go down the mountain to find someone who might be able to come up with a solution for us.” Dark Night shared his idea and received Dark Night’s support.

Perhaps Song Wenjie was the only person he could trust. There was no time to lose, and he couldn't delay any longer. After giving a brief explanation, Anhei turned and headed down the mountain.

……

Before long, the aroma of roasted meat wafted into the ice cellar from outside. I never expected that they would forget about looking for me and start roasting meat instead.

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but curse: "These bastards have eaten the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard. They only care about eating and don't come to me. I'll punish them when I get out here."

Zhao Lian retorted without any politeness: "Do you think you're the emperor? If we can't find you, we won't need to eat. Besides, if we don't eat, where will we get the strength to look for us?"

"Do you have anything to eat? I'm starving."