The Zhong family owed the original owner's biological father a life-saving grace, but Zhong's father allowed his son to bully the original owner, never remembering the kindness.

Madam Yuan had grown accustomed to listening to her daughter on this journey; "So, where are we going?"

Bai Yan unfolded the newspaper in her hand and pointed to the soldier with a cold and stern face in the newspaper: "This is Xu Shengtian from Fengyi. I remember my father mentioned this person before he passed away. He is considered a student taught by my father. We owe my father a debt of gratitude, so let's go and seek refuge with him."

Madam Yuan was taken aback. "Didn't you say you wouldn't live under someone else's roof?"

Bai Yan's gentle gaze shifted from the man to Yuan Shi: "The world is in chaos, and we two women must find a safe place to stay. Besides, people are different. The Zhong family is unkind and unjust, but Xu Shengtian is a person who always repays kindness."

"How did you know?" Yuan asked, puzzled.

"My father told me," Bai Yan said, and Madam Yuan didn't ask any further questions.

In the afternoon, the two of them boarded a train to Fengyi. There weren't many people in the carriage, and Bai Yan was lucky enough to get a window seat.

"Close your eyes and rest for a bit, it's a two-day journey." Yuan Shi draped the cloak over Bai Yan and then leaned back and fell asleep.

Bai Yan's gaze was fixed on the lush greenery outside, her hand gently resting on her cheek.

She knew his military skills well, and in such a chaotic world, he should have been able to rise to prominence. So why wasn't he among the major warlords in the story?

However, the original owner was a sheltered young lady who didn't care about such things, and Bai Yan couldn't find her even after digging through her memories.

But it doesn't matter, they'll be able to meet soon.