Zhi'er looked at her with dark eyes.
"You don't need to worry about this, I have my own arrangements."
"As long as you make sure you're not lying, that's enough." This statement sounded like a warning.
The woman couldn't help but hold the child tightly and lowered her eyes with some guilt, afraid to meet Zhi'er's clear gaze.
Ruxin asked curiously, "Master, what are we going to do?"
"The ancestral hall is at my home, I can lead the way for you, or should I just bring out my uncle's memorial tablet?"
Zhi'er laughed, "Neither is needed, but you do need to call up ten house servants, and bring rakes and shovels."
Ruxin immediately agreed and turned to ask the housekeeper to call people.
Once ten house servants were assembled, Zhi'er said, "Your uncle should be buried in your family's ancestral tomb, right?"
Ruxin nodded slightly.
Zhi'er asked again, "Is it far?"
"Not far, if we take a carriage, it takes thirty minutes... Master, what is this for?"
