Upon exiting the city lord's mansion, they found the gates completely blocked by a dense crowd, all of whom were emaciated and pale from hunger.

Yun Qingluo couldn't find a single healthy or normal person among them.

When everyone saw Mo Beichen come out, they immediately knelt down and sincerely worshipped the Regent.

"Greetings to the Regent, greetings to the Regent's Consort, may the Prince and Consort live a thousand years!"

The originally chaotic scene became completely silent after Mo Beichen arrived, except for the sounds of kneeling and bowing.

They could ask the prince for food, they could ask the prince for clothes to keep warm, they could ask the prince to save their loved ones.

But they didn't; not a single one of them spoke.

They were waiting, waiting for the prince to speak, waiting for their guardian deity to speak.

Looking into their eyes, which yearned for sincerity and trust, Yun Qingluo's eyes stung with tears.

Her Ah Chen...

She finally understood why Mo Beichen insisted on coming to the Southwest.

Because here, a group of people are waiting for his arrival.

They were truly waiting for their guardian angel to come and save them, and they believed that their guardian angel would definitely come.

Mo Beichen looked at the scantily clad crowd with a somber expression, his heart heavy with emotion.

He cleared his throat, his voice not loud, but it reached everyone's ears: "It is I who am late, and I have caused you all to suffer."

Upon hearing Mo Beichen's words, everyone burst into tears. Yun Qingluo tried her best to make out the words, but found that the cries all conveyed the same message: "It's good that Your Highness has come."

Not a single complaint, not a single curse, not even a single resentful glance.

No wonder that person was so wary of Mo Beichen; he who wins the hearts of the people wins the world.

His Ah Chen didn't need that position; he still won the hearts of the people.

Mo Beichen raised his hand to signal Mo Feng, who understood and brought the city lord's clothes to Mo Beichen.

Mo Beichen surveyed the entire scene, seeing the hatred, resentment, and fear in the eyes of the people.

Mo Beichen's voice was heavy but firm, "I kill him today not for anything else, but only to make Tianmo Kingdom apologize to you. It was I who failed to protect you."

After saying that, Mo Beichen drew Mo Feng's sword and mercilessly slashed down, separating the head from the body.

In everyone's eyes, Yun Qingluo only saw relief, and did not feel any fear or dread towards Mo Beichen.

Yun Qingluo chuckled. How could anyone be afraid of their own guardian angel?

Mo Beichen's voice rang out again, "The mountain that weighed you down has been removed by me. What the future holds depends on yourselves. Do you all understand?"

They all knelt down and bowed again to thank the Regent, saying, "Thank you, Your Highness. We will not let you down."

Seeing the light in their eyes, Yun Qingluo felt genuinely proud of her man.

Saying a thousand things that are for their own good is not as good as actually doing something for them.

For example, ruthlessly killing the lord of a city just to give the people an explanation.

"Mo Feng, open the granary and distribute the grain." Mo Beichen handed the sword to Mo Feng.

The joy in everyone's eyes intensified, and their voices rose even higher than before, "Long live the Prince!"

This time, the shouts lacked the weakness of the first bow; instead, they were filled with relief and the courage to start anew.

The regent is their faith.

When the people have faith, the nation has strength. With Mo Beichen, the Tianmo Kingdom will never be defeated. It's a pity that he doesn't understand this principle.

He didn't understand that when Mo Beichen fell, the destruction of the Tianmo Kingdom was not far off, because the people's faith was gone.

Seeing that Mo Feng was about to leave, Yun Qingluo immediately called Mo Feng aside and whispered:

"The city is piled with corpses, and I'm afraid that many people have been infected with the corpse poison. These are the antidotes. When the granaries are opened and the grain is distributed, we must make sure that everyone takes them. The snow disaster is not over yet, and the people in the city must not get sick."

Mo Feng solemnly clasped his hands in a fist and promised, "Your Highness, please rest assured, I will personally oversee their consumption."

The sound of gongs and drums rang out from outside the city gate, giving off a festive atmosphere.

An army is coming towards us.

Mo Yu dismounted and said, "Your Highness, I have successfully completed my mission and the supplies have been delivered safely."

Mo Beichen nodded, "Thank you for your hard work. All soldiers, listen to my command and assist Commanders Mo Feng and Mo Yu in opening the granaries, distributing supplies, and helping the people repair their homes."

"Those who have no home to return to shall be temporarily welcomed into the City Lord's Mansion; those who refuse shall be executed on the spot!"

"Your subordinate obeys, Your Highness. We will follow Your Highness's orders." The crowd replied in unison.

The supplies brought by this army gave the people great hope, and everyone's face was filled with a bright smile.

"The prince is here! The prince is really here, Mother! I'm not dreaming."

“I’ve said it before, the prince will not abandon us. The prince is the guardian of our Mo City.”

"Grandpa said that the prince will definitely come. I'm going back to tell Grandpa this good news. He'll be very happy to hear it."

"Great! Our Mo City is saved! Great! The Prince has arrived! Great!"

Yun Qingluo felt a warmth in her heart as she watched everyone discussing the matter, their words filled with gratitude towards Mo Beichen.

With such a lovely group of people, it's no wonder that Ah Chen overcame all difficulties to come here.

Mo Beichen felt Yun Qingluo leaning against him, so he reached out and put his arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.

He whispered, "Tired?"

Yun Qinglu shook her head, looked up and smiled brightly, "Achen, I'm proud of you."

Mo Beichen looked deeply at Yun Qingluo, his heart stirred slightly. He buried his head in the crook of Yun Qingluo's neck, his voice trembling, "Luoluo, I was very scared at the time, afraid that they would blame me for being late."

Yun Qingluo felt a pang of sadness; his Achen was not as calm as he appeared.

She hugged Mo Beichen tightly around the waist, her voice gentle yet strong, "Achen, they don't blame you. You are still their guardian angel. You're here, so there's still a chance, isn't there?"

Mo Beichen didn't speak. After a while, he raised his head, his expression calm and confident.

Yun Qingluo felt sorry for him. He couldn't be weak or feeble; he could only be strong and grow stronger.

Because there were so many expectant eyes watching him from behind.

Yun Qingluo saw a familiar-looking guard approaching and called out to him, "Have you seen my eldest and second brothers?"

The guard bowed respectfully and replied, "After the two young masters entered the city, they helped repair the mansion and treat the people."

Yun Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief and waved for him to go about his business.

Seeing this scene, they probably felt bad too. Let them keep busy; it's good for them to be busy.

Mo Rufeng suddenly walked over, bowed, and said to Mo Beichen, "Your Highness killed the city lord, I'm afraid the families in the city will have objections."

Mo Beichen glanced at him coldly, then looked away, and said in a cold voice, "I haven't settled accounts with them yet."

Upon hearing this, Yun Qingluo glanced at Mo Beichen.

Could there be some inside story about Mo City that she doesn't know?