"Uncle Ji, where on earth are you going?"
Chu Qianli followed Feng Dingchu closely.
He couldn't possibly abandon the villagers and just walk away, she was certain of it, only she didn't know what exactly his next plan would be.
Only a substantial fortune could resolve the current dilemma.
But Uncle Ji appeared to have nothing but the clothes on his back, where would he get such a fortune?
That didn't seem right either; after all, he had been a Prince... but he was "dead"!
Without any descendants or the like, in death, he naturally would have nothing left.
What on earth did he want to do?
Feng Dingchu went to the bustling market, bought two horses, and then, to her surprise, they dashed toward the outskirts of the city.
They were headed for a gate of Qiansui City.
Passing through the entirety of Qiansui City, they finally stopped in front of a certain mountain not far from the city gate.
