Only when Fu Zhen's carriage was on the road back to the city did Pei Zhan withdraw his gaze and look towards the mountain ahead: "Go up the mountain!"
The mountain trail was rugged, nestled between dense forests, barely allowing one person to go in and out.
As he rode through, Pei Zhan thought of Madam Du's third wife crying to her husband about spraining her foot before heading up the mountain, which meant that Fu Zhen carried her all the way down. The stature of Madam Du's third wife wasn't just slightly plump; compared to Fu Zhen, she was nearly twice as wide. How did she manage it?
After spending only two or three moments to ride up to the Mountain God Temple, his brows furrowed even deeper.
It had taken that long to ride up the mountain, so clearly, walking would take even longer, making the journey even more arduous.
