Now that they can't enter Yanzhou City, they have to think of other ways.

But seeing everyone around her covering their faces and sobbing, Song Ning couldn't bring herself to speak.

Forget it, let's wait until everyone has figured things out and cried their eyes out before we talk about it.

Song Ning climbed into the car, and the woman inside asked, "Where are we now?"

"We arrived at Yanzhou City, but the city gates were tightly closed and they wouldn't let us in."

“Yanzhou City…” the woman murmured.

"Sister Jiang, do you know Yanzhou City?"

Jiang Shuyue nodded: "I've heard that if you go south from Yanzhou City, you'll find Shangyang City. I've heard that the people there are quite nice."

Most importantly, that area was the fiefdom of the Duke of Rongguo's mansion.

"Er Ya, what do you plan to do?" Tang Xinghuai asked.

"Let's take a look first. If it doesn't work, we'll head south to Shangyang City."

Although we're not allowed to enter Yanzhou City, we've already come this far, so we'll probably have to spend the night here.

Song Ning consulted with the two village chiefs, who countered with, "What do you think?"

The people here are now hopeless, and who knows what they might do? Song Ning is worried. They've persevered this far, so this little bit won't make a difference.

"We'd better leave as soon as possible. I heard there are cities not far to the south. If we leave early, we might still make it in time."

“Okay, we’ll do as you say,” Village Chief Zhou replied.

They had no time to complain or be heartbroken; they needed to find a place where they could settle down.

The group quickly set off, heading south in a grand procession.

They were not walking fast. As soon as they reached the top of a ridge, they saw the flames of Yanzhou City soaring into the sky behind them.

If nothing unexpected happens, something unexpected is about to happen.