"Uncle Jiu, where are you going?"
Chu Qianli followed Feng Dingchu.
He wouldn't abandon the villagers and leave, she was certain, but she didn't know what his next plan was.
Unless there was a great fortune, this problem could not be solved.
But, Ninth Uncle seemed to be penniless, where would he get the wealth?
That wasn't right either, he was a prince before... but he was "dead"!
With no descendants or anything, upon death, he naturally had nothing.
What exactly did he want to do?
Feng Dingchu went to the busy market, bought two horses, and then, surprisingly, galloped all the way out of the city.
They were heading towards a city gate of Qiansui City.
Passing through the entire Qiansui City, they finally stopped before a mountain not far from the city gate.
Chu Qianli followed him up the mountain and finally, halfway up, discovered a lonely grave.
"The tombstone of the Ninth Prince?" she asked, looking at the inscription on the tombstone and then at him.
This tombstone of the Ninth Prince was built too shabbily, wasn't it?
"It's a cenotaph; inside are just some of my clothes."
Feng Dingchu walked to the tombstone and looked at the lonely grave he hadn't seen for many years.
"It looks like someone comes to weed it regularly," Chu Qianli observed. The grass around this lonely grave indeed looked different from the surrounding grass.
The surroundings were overgrown with weeds, while the grass around this lonely grave was not even waist-high.
"Someone comes to clean it every year?" she asked.
"I don't know," Feng Dingchu replied expressionlessly.
Chu Qianli fell silent.
Perhaps this was the last bit of mercy the royal family had shown him, at least they hadn't forgotten him.
Perhaps it was... the Empress Dowager who still had a shred of conscience, ordering someone to clean it occasionally.
But for a prince, and a God of War Prince at that, it looked shabby no matter how you looked at it.
It was even worse than the graves of ordinary families.
Feng Dingchu stood before the tombstone for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand.
With a loud bang! In an instant, sand, stone, and yellow earth flew everywhere.
"Uncle Jiu..." Why was he destroying his own grave?
As the dust settled, Feng Dingchu walked over and lifted his coffin with one palm.
Chu Qianli's eyes lit up instantly. There was something beneath the coffin!
"You know?" Feng Dingchu was somewhat surprised that she could tell there was something else hidden beneath the pile of yellow earth.
Ordinary people wouldn't be able to tell at all.
The structure of this yellow earth was slightly different from the surrounding soil, meaning something must have been buried very deep here.
Otherwise, why would they dig so deep for no reason?
Feng Dingchu had been expressionless all morning, but upon hearing this, a barely perceptible smile appeared in his eyes.
"Uncle Jiu, you look really good when you smile... Stop being so stern, you look so handsome and relaxed like this!"
When he appeared as Wuchenzi, he was often willing to smile.
But that smile, in Chu Qianli's eyes, always carried a shadow, dim and lifeless.
But this smile now, even though it was fleeting, was a truly joyful one.
The smile in Feng Dingchu's eyes gradually faded.
He stared at her wrist: "Do you have any digging tools?"
"If you want it, you'll have it."
Just buy them!
Chu Qianli bought a shovel and a hoe.
The two of them worked for almost an hour, and finally, they dug up a box, neither too big nor too small.
"Can I open it?" Chu Qianli's eyes sparkled. Without waiting for his reply, she immediately opened the box.