"That's what the higher-ups want, what can we do?"

"Sigh, yes, the key question is, how come the people in Qiongzhou have stored up so much grain? Weren't they all quite poor before?"

"I know about this. It's said that the King of the Northwest is vigorously promoting high-yield sweet potatoes, wheat, rice, and the like throughout the Northwest. This is the first year that the people have a harvest, and it's a bumper one, so of course they have food."

"What are you guys saying? They're all just doing all the work for us! Hahaha..."

The last sentence was spoken by Yongwang's army.

Upon hearing this, the rest of the people who had been integrated into the court all fell silent.

Their force was mostly composed of Prince Yong's troops, but now that Prince Yong was in command, they naturally had to avoid the Prince Yong's army's sharp edge.

The situation was similar for the other teams. Apart from whispering among themselves that what they were doing was wrong, most people felt that there was nothing wrong with them robbing the people's food.

On Prince Yong's side, Mr. Qingfeng frowned as he looked at Prince Yong, who was sitting on a high seat. At this moment, Prince Yong was surrounded by women on both sides, drinking the most expensive and rarest wines, and was having a great time.

However, as someone who served as a strategist for Prince Yong, he had no choice but to step forward and warn Prince Yong.

“Your Highness, you really acted impulsively this time. You shouldn’t have massacred the village,” Mr. Qingfeng stepped forward and said.

Prince Yong was delighted because he had seized a large amount of grain, but when he suddenly heard these words, the smile on his face vanished instantly.

He looked at Mr. Qingfeng with a stern face, "What do you mean by that, sir? Those lowly people fought to the death and refused to give me provisions. Am I supposed to thank them?"

Moreover, the idea of ​​robbing grain came from Mr. Qingfeng. He said that it was the harvest season in Qiongzhou, and the people's granaries were full, so why not rob them?

Now you're criticizing him? Does he look like a pushover?

Mr. Qingfeng frowned, pursed his lips, and said, "What I mean is that Your Highness can simply seize the grain, but massacring the village might leave an irreversible handle for others, which would be detrimental to Your Highness's future plans."

Upon hearing this, Prince Yong frowned slightly, as if he understood what he meant. "The village has already been massacred. What are your thoughts, sir?"