Yun Qiuce scoffed coldly, "This is fate, do you intend to go against it?"
The words startled Wu Qian, who timidly asked, "What happens if I don't obey it…?"
"Align with fate, and future descendants could likely bring glory as top scholars. Go against it, and you might see murderers instead," he replied coldly, then turned and walked away.
Wu Qian wanted to say something, but got slapped several times by his wife.
"At this point, you're still thinking about your uncle. Our family's been dragged into enough misery because of him. Do you want the children to follow his lead so that future generations can't lift their heads in shame?"
Wu Qian clutched his face, "But he's still my uncle. Who buries someone near a public toilet?"
Outside the door, Gouwa nearly fainted, "Little Immortal, you guys are too cunning, wanting my nephew to bury me next to a public toilet. Do you have a conscience?"
