Wow, this rough-around-the-edges pregnant wife is something else, she's incredibly ruthless!

Without any hesitation, he opened the note, which contained only two words: "Arrived."

Meng Tong glanced at Lu Chuan's tense face, a smile flashing in her eyes, before bending down to wash the dirt off her hands.

Taking off her apron, Meng Tong casually said, "I'm going over to check on things. You guys are busy, and I want to eat roasted pork belly when I get back tonight."

"It will take so long."

Lu Chuan stopped what he was doing and looked up. If it weren't for something at home, he would have definitely asked to go with them.

Seeing a hint of resentment on the man's face, Meng Tong laughed out loud, walked up to him, and tilted her head back to kiss his neck.

Then she said with a smile, "Don't be jealous. I'll come over as soon as I'm done with my work."

"it is good."

His handsome face cleared up after the rain, and one could even sense a hint of docility in his eyes.

He nodded and said okay, watching the woman's figure until it disappeared before lowering his eyes to continue cutting the meat.

Meanwhile, Sheng Yu and his men were busy slaughtering and dissecting the pig, completely unaware that Meng Tong had already left.

Upon arriving at Pingkou Village, Meng Tong first went to check out the newly built courtyard of Cheng Mian and his family.

Everything that needs to be prepared has been prepared, and hygiene and warmth measures are also in place.

After all, he is a prince. They should treat him well from now on, since he is the big shot of Wuyou Valley.

As they came out of the courtyard, Cheng Mian and his father approached.

"Why is your sister-in-law here? Is Zhou Yan coming?"

"Yes, they've arrived and are already outside. I'll bring them in in a bit. You can come over and handle things quickly."

"it is good."

Cheng Mian nodded, while Meng Tong headed towards the exit of Pingkou Village.

After this period of renovation, bricks have been laid from the courtyard where Cheng Mian and his family lived to the gate at the entrance of the village, and people come to clean it every day on their own initiative.

Despite the snow, the ground remained clean and tidy.

Meng Tong walked for about fifteen minutes to reach the door, and then used his supernatural ability to clear away the thorny vines on both sides.

The door slowly opened, making a creaking sound.

A group of people on the outside pipes looked over here.

Standing beside the carriage, Zhou Fu kept him informed of the situation. As soon as he saw Meng Tong, he turned to the inside and said, "Your Highness, Madam Meng has come out."

"Ah."

A faint voice came from inside, and then a pair of large hands lifted the carriage curtain, and Zhou Yan stepped out wearing a thick gray-white cloak.

Compared to his previous simple thinness, he now looks like he's on his last legs. His once handsome and refined face is now emaciated, and his clear, deep eyes are filled with a lingering melancholy.

Only when he saw Meng Tong did a faint smile appear on his stiff face.

"Sorry for bothering you."

"Please come in, Your Highness. I have prepared a courtyard for you."

"Thank you."

Zhou Yan coughed lightly as he spoke, then slowly walked towards the gate. Meng Tong lagged behind him, her eyes seemingly glancing at him.

Based on her judgment, Zhou Yan's condition couldn't be this bad. Could something have happened in the past month or so?

A hint of speculation flashed in her eyes. The woman walked on in silence. Suddenly, Zhou Yan in front of her stopped and looked up at the gleaming plaque.

The three characters "Wuyou Valley" are written in a strong and vigorous style, conveying a sense of untamed spirit.

Of course, what attracted him most was the material of the plaque. If he wasn't mistaken, it was top-grade golden nanmu wood, and there was only one tree in Jingshan, which was found throughout the entire Great Wei Dynasty.

Recalling what had happened recently, Zhou Yan's deep eyes flickered slightly before he turned to Meng Tong and smiled, saying, "This plaque is nice."

"Heh, these are just things we made for fun, nothing special." Meng Tong naturally noticed Zhou Yan's expression, but she didn't care and gestured, "Please, Your Highness."

"Ah."

The woman was open and fearless, so Zhou Yan had nothing to say even if he wanted to. Zhou Fu helped him walk towards the door.

Separated by just one door, the worlds are worlds apart.

The clean ground contrasted sharply with the muddy official road outside, and the well-arranged courtyards not far away, with wisps of smoke rising from them, made it seem like a paradise.

He led Zhou Yan and his group to the newly built courtyard, where Cheng Mian, who had been waiting for a long time, came forward to greet them.

The man bowed to him with neither arrogance nor servility, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Zhou Yan has become so ill-fated that one might mistake him for a dying man.

"Your Majesty, please."

"Thank you."

Zhou Yan glanced at Cheng Mian. The man looked very tired, as he seemed to have exhausted himself walking all the way here. His voice was also very low.

"Let's go inside and talk!"

"it is good."

They stepped aside to let him in, and Meng Tong and Cheng Mian led Zhou Fu to the main house.

The courtyard wasn't very big, with only five or six rooms in total. Zhou Yan lived in the main room.

As soon as he entered, he was greeted by a warm feeling, which helped Zhou Yan, who was almost frozen, regain a bit of clarity.

Zhou Fu helped him sit down on a chair nearby.

"Your Highness, can you still hold on?"

"fine."

Zhou Yanbai waved his hand and looked up at Cheng Mian and Meng Tong sitting opposite him.

He grinned, revealing a smile that was tinged with helplessness and despair.

"I'm afraid I'll have to keep you here for a while. Madam Meng has asked Zhou Fu to negotiate with you regarding the grain issue; the people outside won't be here for long..."

Straining his strength, Zhou Yan blurted out everything he wanted to say, and as soon as he finished, a fine layer of sweat appeared on his face.

It's clear how much effort he put in; even his breathing became somewhat rapid.

Frowning slightly, Meng Tong had no idea what he had gone through during this time. She simply said to Zhou Fu, "You negotiate the grain matter with him. I'll go check on your prince first."

"This……"

"Go!"

Zhou Yan waved his hand, and Zhou Fu glanced at him before bowing and saying, "Then thank you very much, Madam Meng."

Then, following Cheng Mian as he got up, the two went out of the house to discuss the matter of the grain.

Inside the house, only Meng Tong and Zhou Yan remained.

Seeing the man opposite her who was about to faint, Meng Tongqian quietly channeled a trace of his supernatural power into him.

During the examination of his heart, another wound was also discovered.

Zhou Yan has a deep and long cut on his left shoulder, which is currently in the scabbed-over stage, and even shows signs of inflammation and pus because he is wearing too many clothes.

"Your Highness, would you like to rest on the bed for a while? Let me check on your condition first."

"……it is good."

With a weak reply, the man slowly stood up. A wave of dizziness washed over him, and Zhou Yan felt lightheaded and disoriented, then he was plunged into endless darkness.

Meng Tong didn't expect him to faint without warning. Fortunately, his superpower was still intact. The woman raised her hand slightly and caught Zhou Yan's body, sending him flying straight toward the bed.