Chen Shi's mind was filled with wild thoughts. Could it be that he wasn't actually poor, and his grandfather was secretly wealthy, leaving him a fortune that could rival a nation's treasury?
Or maybe, just recently, he was still sleeping in a doghouse with Heiguo, and the next moment, tens of thousands of powerful soldiers would be kneeling outside the doghouse, ready to escort him to the Western Capital to be crowned?
Perhaps his grandfather had even arranged a marriage for him, with dozens of beautiful princesses waiting for him to grow up and marry them?
Oh my!
He had no experience dealing with such matters. What would he do if he really encountered such situations?
Ding Ding noticed that Scholar Zhu was lost in thought and quickly waved her hand in front of him.
Chen Shi snapped back from his daydream about dozens of beautiful princesses and pondered, "Lady Hua Li asked if I remember her. Could it be that during the last Wanderer Gathering, I was still alive?"
He quickly spat twice, "Kids say the darndest things, good fortune! Of course, I'm still alive! Ding Ding, what else do you know about me and my grandfather?"