In the middle of the morning, Qin Feng woke up, then clutched his chest and coughed violently.

Qiu Dafu reached out and handed him the water bag.

Inside the water bag was the bitter medicine soup that I had prepared this morning at the inn.

Without Qiu Yan by his side, his illness showed no improvement.

"Thank you." Qin Feng thanked him, took a few sips of the medicine, and his coughing subsided a little, but he still felt discomfort in his lungs.

Seeing his pale face, Qiu Dafu couldn't help but shake his head.

"Your condition is not suitable for long-distance travel."

"I know, but Uncle Qiu, do you know that I don't have much time left?" Due to his illness, Qin Feng's breathing was somewhat disordered.

He closed his eyes slightly, trying to alleviate the symptoms, but to no avail.

If Qiu Yan were here, that would be wonderful.

Outside the carriage, Xiao Ke and Xiao Han looked worried.

Xiao Ke: "Your Highness, would you like to stop and rest?"

Qin Feng shook his head, "No need, getting on the road is the priority."

Xiao Han lifted the curtain. "Your Highness, this can't go on."

"I can hold on," Qin Feng said weakly.

Xiao Han had no choice but to sit back down and continue driving the carriage with Xiao Ke.

Qin Feng noticed that the carriage was moving slowly, so he instructed the two men:

"Faster."

Qiu Dafu was filled with doubts.

They addressed Qin Feng as, "Your Highness?"

Suddenly, he remembered what Liu Qi had said that day.

"It's Qiu Yan. She threatened me to go to the teahouse and identify this man. She asked me if he was the Fourth Prince of Northern Qi."

He remembered that Liu Qi denied it at the time.

"With war raging and chaos, it is not advisable for Your Highness to go at this time."

Qin Feng was slightly taken aback, then shook his head, "So, Uncle Qiu knew everything."

Qiu Dafu thought to himself that he knew nothing about Qin Feng's identity.

Outside the carriage, Xiao Han nodded silently. Finally, there was someone who shared his opinion.

"It's not advisable to go? Then how can I take revenge?" Qin Feng continued.

Qiu Dafu: Revenge? They all have a grudge against Dongjin. "Your Highness, what is the source of this grudge?"

"They killed my entire family and exterminated my nine generations of relatives. This hatred is irreconcilable!" Qin Feng's eyes turned bloodshot, filled with hatred and heartache.

"Uncle Qiu, if it were you, would you avenge this?"

"If I were you, I would repay you in kind," Qiu Dafu said frankly.

He was still trying to figure out Qin Feng's identity.

Qin Feng's family was wiped out by the Northern Qi, and besides, his identity was that of a prince, not a prince of the Northern Qi.

If his entire clan were exterminated, then Prince Dongjin could not possibly be guilty.

Could it be a prince from the former Northern Qi dynasty?

That would be even more impossible, as the Northern Qi dynasty lasted for a very long time, several hundred years ago.

Then it must be another country.

Suddenly, he guessed Qin Feng's identity.

Qin Feng, Qin, the surname of the Western Qin state...

Previously, because of his eldest brother, and now because of his fifth brother, Qiu Dafu still cares about the war.

He fell into deep thought once again. Qin Feng, why did you start the internal strife in Huaiyuan?

Dongjin, didn't you provoke him again?

Considering Gu Qian's actions,

Qiu Dafu quickly figured out the outcome.

Qin Feng is using Dongjin; he wants to rule the world.

"What a fine phrase, 'returning their bodies'! I love hearing that." Qin Feng's desire to conquer Qi grew even stronger.

"Uncle Qiu, do you have any help to me?"

If Qiu Dafu sides with him, then Qiu Yan...

Qiu Dafu: "...I'm just a small-time craftsman."

"Uncle Qiu is too modest. You are no ordinary craftsman. Your skills are extraordinary."

Qin Feng had a gut feeling that Qiu Dafu did have some extraordinary qualities.