The rain stopped, but Lian Qiong still hadn't awakened.
Chuzheng then picked up the person, "Let's go down the mountain."
"Thirteenth Prince, let me do it."
"No need."
Chen Fei: "..."
Chen Fei glanced at Lian Qiong but ultimately didn't forcibly take him, leading Chuzheng down the mountain path.
Walking on the bluestone-paved mountain path, Chuzheng silently added another mark to her mental "Good Person Card" for the King's Account.
The damned thing was definitely avoiding her!
The mountain path was somewhat steep, and Chen Fei would turn around every few steps, deeply afraid that Chuzheng might drop his Family Head.
After all, the Thirteenth Prince appeared to be as delicate as a gust of wind could blow him away.
His Highness was still somewhat heavy...
"What is that place?"
Chen Fei, with a head full of thoughts, was startled by Chuzheng's voice.
He looked in the direction Chuzheng was gazing and saw a tombstone built on the other side of the mountain path.
