This time, she did not return up the tree, but went along with the three little beggars and sat by the fire.
It was a night in the Spring season and the weather was still slightly chilly, especially in the wilderness.
The beggars sat close to each other, trying to get warm.
Ji'er had internal strength and was able to use it against the cold, which was why it was not that freezing for her.
When the little beggar saw her staying silent, he could not help asking, "Where are you from, Young Master?"
Ji'er glanced at him. She did not hide the truth. "The imperial capital."
"The imperial capital?" The eyes of the three little beggars widened. The imperial capital was a place that seemed very far away to them.
"I heard that it's always bustling with life in the city. Is that true, Young Master?" The three of them looked at her expectantly.
