Dark clouds swallowed the bright moon above, and the pitch-black night was eerily silent. Along a desolate path leading to the suburbs of the capital city, a horse carriage rumbled along. From the trees beside the road, the occasional cawing of a crow pierced the silence, adding to the fearsome atmosphere of the night. Fei'er felt a creeping terror and couldn't help but tightly clutch her father's sleeve, her little face taut with anxiety. Mu Zhongqing appeared composed on the surface, even patting his daughter's hand to reassure her, "Don't worry, we'll be home soon." But inside, he was full of regret. If he had known the suburbs were so foreboding at night, he and his daughter would have been better off staying over at a cloth shop or a restaurant, or at least finding an inn to avoid the fright they were now experiencing—how unsettling!