Pei Yuhang led Little Yueqiu far away from the towns garrisoned with government soldiers, arriving in a desolate wilderness called Hill Mountain.
For miles around, there were only a few scattered villages at the foot of the mountain.
Here in these vast mountains, Pei Yuhang believed that even if pursuers came, it would be impossible for them to find him and Little Yueqiu.
His only worry now was that Little Yueqiu had lost her memories of him...
"Yueqiu, you..."
"My name is not Yueqiu."
The young girl furrowed her brows, her long, silver-white hair swaying gently as she shook her head. A trace of stubbornness flashed in her ruby-like eyes.
"I am the eldest daughter of Prince Ning. My name is..."
"Your name is Yueqiu. Qing Yueqiu. You are my first disciple."
Pei Yuhang calmly interrupted her and suddenly leaned forward. The silver-haired girl's breath hitched, and she instinctively recoiled.
"If you don't agree to this name, then I'll turn you in to the Government Office."
