At the entrance of Present Village, there stood a grand archway. Ahead, a continuous range of perilous mountains stretched out, occasionally echoing with the roars of beasts, reverberating through the forest.

Meng Qingzhou packed his luggage and specifically brought Su Qingqiu along. This girl had previously followed Dongfang Liuli, frequently traveling between the Imperial Capital and Present Village, so she was undoubtedly familiar with the route.

To his shame, since Meng Qingzhou had become a live-in son-in-law of the Dongfang family, he had served as a minister in the Imperial Capital for a month but had never personally traveled there.

"Master, when you left the capital so decisively, I'm afraid Her Majesty might hold a grudge and make some very unreasonable demands..." Su Qingqiu, carrying large and small bags, followed closely behind Meng Qingzhou, chattering non-stop.