He had it brought back from the border of Yan, hoping to find out news about the Yan Emperor and the Yan State's Grand Tutor...

Who would have thought that such a tragedy would occur!

Who would have thought that the famous Grand Preceptor of the Yan Kingdom would have followers who were carrying the plague?

Who would have thought that, despite all the scheming and plotting, they had actually invited the plague god into the capital with their own hands!

The General of the State felt a rush of blood to his head, his vision blurred, and he swayed.

He tried to scheme against others, but ended up bringing utter disaster to the capital city he had built up over many years!

What kind of nonsense is this?!

Consort Shu, standing beside her, instantly understood the whole story. Her delicate face drained of color, her lips trembled, and she was unable to speak.

She looked at her father and saw that his face was ashen, his lips were tightly pressed together, the veins on his forehead were throbbing, and his knuckles were white from gripping the knife hilt.

It’s over!

This is it, everything is ruined!

The father and daughter exchanged a glance, both seeing deep bitterness and despair in each other's eyes.

What else can we do? Are we just going to watch the capital city turn into a ghost town?

The only hope...

That desolate mountain god they had previously tried to suppress, restrict, and even plot against!

The General of the Nation took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, as if he wanted to expel the pent-up frustration and regret in his chest.

He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, the sharpness and domineering presence in them had faded considerably, leaving only a deep weariness.

"go……"

"Go to the warehouse immediately and pick out the best!"

"No! Prepare everything you can, the most precious things!"

"Send the most reliable person on horseback to the desolate mountains to seek help!"

"I beg the mountain god for mercy! Have pity on the people of the entire capital..."