Forget about disaster relief then; you won't even get to see those victims.
Without these supplies, it wouldn't just be these few dozen people who would die.
Seeing many of his brothers fall, Wang San realized the situation was dire and said to Jiang Yimian, "Miss Jiang, hurry and go. We'll hold these people off."
They came to Qingnan to use the King of Chu's supplies for disaster relief, but they need to be on their deathbeds to do so.
Right now, the most important thing is to protect Jiang Yimian.
Zhou Shiwen clearly intended to kill her. If Miss Jiang stays, they will all die here sooner or later.
If Miss Jiang escapes, at least she'll still have her life; everything can wait for the young master to resolve.
At least with the Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate holding him back, Zhou Shiwen wouldn't dare to do anything, leaving him room to maneuver.
Jiang Yimian suddenly thought of something, dealt with the person in front of her, and leaped over the courtyard wall, running directly towards the neighboring courtyard.
Zhou Ling was still a little dazed. Just as the guards helped him up from the ground, Jiang Yimian grabbed him by the collar.
He was so frightened that he trembled all over, and before he could even scream, a sharp dagger was suddenly pressed against his neck.
Startled, he cried out and begged for mercy, "Miss, I, I was wrong, I will never, ever lay a hand on you again, please, please let me go, I, I don't want to die."
Jiang Yimian ignored his cries and dragged him out of the courtyard. She then said to Zhou Shiwen, who was watching the scene from a distance, "Sir, if you insist on doing this, don't blame me for being ruthless."
"All of our lives combined probably aren't worth as much as your son's."
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