Meng Qingzhou held Meng An'an's small hand as they walked along the country path of Present Village. The villagers greeted them warmly, and Meng An'an responded with a smile to each one.

"You won't be going to the Three Saints Academy anymore. In the Imperial Capital, there are many private schools and martial arts halls, all officially managed by the court. They have a variety of students, without any status distinctions. An'an, you'll go there and work your way up to the highest academy with your true talents, okay?"

"Okay! An'an will listen to Father."

The father and daughter chatted and laughed, as the late autumn leaves covered the street, casting a golden-red glow under the setting sun.