The ring connects the past and present, the exiled prince worships me as a god

"Uncle Ge, Miss Song has been in the back mountains for a long time. It's already dark and she hasn't returned yet. Should we send someone to check on her?"

The subordinates were worried about Song Nian's safety and took the initiative to ask for instructions.

In the villa, Uncle Ge was drinking scented tea without even looking up. "Let her do whatever she wants. Why watch her? She's already grown up. How can she get lost?"

"Aren't you worried that Miss Song will get lost?" The man below raised his eyes and said, "Why don't we turn on the surveillance cameras in the back mountain? It's late at night and it's always unsafe."

The teacup in Uncle Ge's hand fell to the table with a thud.

He glanced at the person in front of him, his eyes seemed to be scolding him for meddling in other people's business.

"Without my permission, no one is allowed to turn on the surveillance camera, otherwise..." Uncle Ge slammed his fist on the table angrily, "You know my temper!"

The reason why Uncle Ge is called Uncle Ge is naturally because of his means and great achievements when he was young.

He is a powerful figure in both the black and white worlds. Who would dare to provoke him easily?

The people below hurriedly lowered their heads and said they dared not to make promises.

Uncle Ge snorted, "When her mother Bai Wan begged me, I missed the best opportunity to rescue her. Now that her daughter is in trouble and needs help, I naturally have to lend a hand. In short, no matter what she does, no one is allowed to spy on her. That girl is smart and alert, but does she think she is as stupid as you guys?"

The people below were scolded so badly that they couldn't even raise their heads. They felt envious and jealous of Song Nian.

"Why is Uncle Ge so kind to her? Bai Wan has been dead for many years."

Uncle Ge was finally annoyed. He grabbed the teacup and smashed it hard on his forehead, "Say what you just said again!"

The man below was staggered by the blow, not even daring to cover his wound, letting the blood flow down his forehead, "I was wrong, Uncle Ge."

"You still know you're wrong? I think you're clearly jealous of that girl!"

Uncle Ge didn't give him face and scolded him in public, "Don't forget how you got to me."

Those who wanted to follow him had been lining up from West Street to East Gate for thirty years. This kid was able to stand in the second-in-command position at such a young age because Bai Wan took pity on him and sent him here.

Now, he actually wants to bully Bai Wan’s daughter?

"Get out!"

The people below were so ashamed that their faces turned pale and they couldn't raise their heads for a long time.

"I really know I was wrong, Uncle Ge."

He had been genuinely jealous of Song Nian. She had no connection to him, yet she had Uncle Ge's respectful protection, unlike them, who risked their lives daily. He'd heard that with just one phone call, Uncle Ge had given her the use of the top-notch imperial garden he'd spent a fortune on. He was simply curious about what she was doing up the mountain alone in the middle of the night, but Uncle Ge was in control of the surveillance system.

Forget it, Uncle Ge doesn’t care, so why is he being so jealous?

"From now on, that girl will be my biological sister. I will never spy on her again. I will protect her silently like you do."

Uncle Ge didn't say anything. When he raised the teacup to drink tea again, he curled his lips, as if to say: This is good enough.

Huai Village.

When Song Nian saw the word "Huai" hanging on the tall flag again, and the surrounding area was deserted, but a few transparent greenhouses could be vaguely seen, she was sure that this was the Huai Village where Qi Yu was exiled.

She was both happy and lost.

The good news is that this time travel is not just three seconds, but the bad news is of course because Qi Yu is no longer in Huai Village.

There are barriers all around, yellow sand all over the sky, and about a thousand meters to the side is probably Zhengcun.

Song Nian looked at the surroundings and immediately discovered the exile site because there were several familiar tents in the circle surrounded by the fence.

She ran over in a hurry, but was afraid of scaring the local villagers, so she hid in the jungle half a person's height and watched carefully.

In the exile area, a burly man took out a machine. As soon as he steady it with both hands, the machine suddenly started running at high speed. In the blink of an eye, a row of land was plowed.

That was the electric plow made by Qi Yu himself!

Looking at the person operating the device, he was wearing a gray-blue official uniform. Although he didn't have a steel knife on his waist, he was wearing ancient official boots that were different from those of others. Song Nian guessed that this person was probably Zhao Li.

Seeing that they were still plowing the land and the men, old and young, were planting seedlings, Song Nian suddenly felt an extremely strong sense of honor in his heart.

These were all things she bought herself.

Not daring to look any further, for fear of being noticed by Zhao Li, a martial artist, Song Nian hurriedly got up and walked towards Huai Village.

She had delivered clothes to Huai Village before, but now when she walked in the market in this outfit, she did not attract much attention from local people. Instead, she was fresh and curious about everything.

"That's the market that Qi Yu mentioned."

"This date cake is exactly the same as the one he gave her before. Could it be that Qi Yu bought it from this stall?"

"There...there's actually a rouge shop that you only see on TV."

Song Nian was about to run over, but was afraid of being exposed if he spoke, so he stepped back.

It seemed Qi Yu was right. With his and her help, Huai Village had recovered beautifully. Although the surrounding houses were still small and shabby, they held a unique charm. The ground was sandy, and the people wore cloth shoes and ancient costumes. The women had their hair tied up high, looking very elegant. The men's gowns, while not particularly flashy, were also uniquely distinctive. Although the market didn't have as many stalls as modern markets, everyone wore a simple smile, just like in a TV drama.

Looking at the people of Dajin walking by and listening to the shouts from the front and behind, if Song Nian had not actually stepped on the yellow earth, she would not have believed that she had really come to Qi Yu's world.

This feeling of unreality made her excited and scared, but more so curious.

It was a pity that she didn't bring any money with her today. If possible, she would definitely buy a small item and send it to Qi Yu to let him know that she had been to his world.

"Miss, can you give me a hand?"

When an old man walked up to her side, the big bag on his shoulder was about to fall off, and Song Nian quickly reached out to straighten it.

The Ancient One spoke to her.

Oh my God, should she take out her phone and record this scene?

"Old man, let me help you."

Song Nian spoke slowly and tentatively, fearing that her accent was wrong. She spoke very softly, but the old man still heard it.

"You are from the distant Imperial Capital, right? Your accent doesn't sound like our Huai Village. I'll trouble you then, young lady."

Dijing? How could he be sure she was from Dijing?

"Old man, do you know Dijing?"

The old man said, "Our benefactor Qi Yu came from the Imperial Capital. Although he was exiled, he quietly contributed a lot to Huai Village. If he hadn't been able to communicate with the gods, our Huai Village would have ceased to exist long ago."

The old man realized something was wrong. "That's not right, girl. Qi Yu is in touch with the gods and helps Huai Village. Your clothes were given to you by the gods. How could you not know Qi Yu? Have you heard of the gods?"