We can guide some people from the north to migrate to Dongning Prefecture to alleviate the famine crisis.

Let the relatively wealthy Qingzhou Prefecture and Yazhou Prefecture send grain to the north to ensure people's livelihood.

Then we will make every effort to kill the locusts, build dams to store water, and restore agriculture in the north."

Xue Yan's eyes flashed with surprise as he listened carefully to her talk about disaster relief and rescue methods, and suddenly he saw a turning point and hope.

At this time, a soldier came to report: "Master Military Advisor, the escaped envoy has been captured. General Xue invites you to participate in the flag-raising ceremony."

Xue Yan hurriedly said: "Don't kill him yet, spare his life!"

Shen Xu quickly put on his shoes and pushed Xue Yan to the training ground.

It was already bright outside. The blue sky was cloudless and the sun was shining brightly. The breeze blew the black satin wolf-patterned flag on the wooden pole, leaving a fluttering shadow on the ground.

Pei Zhiyuan had an arrow stuck in his shoulder and several scars on his body. He must have resisted fiercely when he was being captured. His clothes were stained with blood and he looked seriously injured.

His hands were tied behind his back, and he knelt under the flagpole with his head drooping. Sweat was dripping from his head, and the sweat dripped onto the ground, leaving some water stains.

"The time has come, let's offer sacrifices to the flag." The executioner's sword has already been raised.

Xue Yan shouted, "Spare his life!" and the folding fan in his hand flew out quickly, knocking away the shining sword.

Shen Xu hurried to the execution platform.

"Pei Zhiyuan, Pei Zhiyuan!" She held his face and patted it gently.

Pei Zhiyuan finally responded, opened his heavy eyelids, and said weakly:

“Miss Shen…Are we alive again?”