It might be because there’s a ton of things to do lately, like helping Liang Zhichen rally those eighty thousand souls, or pondering how to dismantle the Pri Minister’s forces.
With troops counted in the tens of thousands, the declaration of war by the Tribe of the Outside, the invasion of the Dajin Empire, coupled with internal strife, has made the already insufficient forces even more strained.
Even though these troops were once coordinated by the Pri Minister, not all of them are guilty; many are innocent, loyal to the country, and dedicated to defending the nation and serving the people.
Yun Ge and the eighty thousand souls were once persecuted, so they understand this situation and these feelings even more.
They absolutely do not want to beco like the Eighth Princess or the Pri Minister.
They were once labeled as rebels, but why rebel, why resist? It was because they were forced to!
To survive, to live, under such pressure, they had to resist, which led to the creation of these eighty thousand souls!
Putting oneself in another’s shoes, the country is in dire straits, and it’s a ti when people are needed. At Liang Zhichen’s suggestion, Yun Ge dealt with a group, but they were just a small fraction. The rest were busy stabilizing military morale and winning people over, so Yun Ge was really run off her feet. Yun Shuihan? Who’s that? Sorry, in this busy, fast-paced life, she had long since pushed Yun Shuihan to the back of her mind.
So, when Yun Shuihan found Yun Ge, Yun Ge was in the midst of handling a group of protestors.
At such a ti, the banner of War God Marshal Dong Baowei was undoubtedly the most useful. Once a marshal, he was the faith of the military, an invincible legend, a miracle, a myth, but not everyone bought into this.
Furthermore, with the passing of ti, many of the recruits who joined the military in recent years had heard of the marshal’s na, but it’s clear they respected their current leaders more. And in the current situation, most leaders have either submitted to the Pri Minister, or to the Eighth Princess; only a few haven’t picked a side, and only these few who haven’t picked a side have been kept, while the others had their military officer titles stripped based on the severity of their cases — the ones that needed to be killed were killed, and those that needed to be imprisoned were imprisoned. As a result, the followers of these leaders started causing trouble.
Yun Ge pressed her forehead, feeling cornered and pressed... She really wanted to kill them all! But establishing a foothold in the Capital was just the first step; the truly severe issue was the wars in the days to co, so these people had to be kept alive, whatever the cost!
Of course, those who caused too much trouble were singled out by her to set an example, but there were simply too many troublemakers; there were too many to kill. Recently, she even had an illusion, occasionally looking down at her hands, which were clearly white and clean, but in her eyes, they appeared blood-red, stained completely with chicken blood. Oh!!
"Yun Ge." At that mont, a familiar voice, once a source of her loathing, once a nightmare that haunted her day and night, suddenly sounded from behind her.
Yun Ge turned sharply, facing Yun Shuihan in the distance, her eyes filled with bewildernt. In those... careless youthful days, she didn’t know the allure of power, didn’t realize how complex elders could be, nor how unpredictable the human heart was.
Children are like a blank sheet of paper; what is written, painted, or what color it is turned into eventually becos either a painting, a piece of calligraphy, or a crumpled scrap, all depending on how others choose to scribble on this blank canvas of the soul.
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