"We're finally here."
Jun Moqing followed her off the horse carriage and came to her side, looking at the mountains before them, he asked, "Is it convenient living in the mountains?"
Feng Qingyan hooked her lips into a smile, "Then you don't know. Although the Wula Clan is up in the mountains, it doesn't mean we're poor. Some of our food is homegrown, and some we buy from the Market. There are several paths to the Market, so we never worry about food and drink."
Jun Moqing had thought they lived in a poor, remote area—
"I see."
"Let's go, I'll take you to see my mother-in-law," Feng Qingyan led Jun Moqing up the mountain.
Jun Moqing followed at a leisurely pace; he realized he knew too little about her before.
After walking for about two li, they saw a bamboo house that clearly had been there for many years.