"Yes, Your Majesty understands."
Looking at his father, whose hair had turned white, Yi Mianxin realized that his father was actually a very wise man.
Jun Feijue and the others spent the night amidst the roars of the bird-legged corpse.
The following morning, Yi Mianjue came in person and invited them to witness this historic moment together.
Jun Feijue and his group were already very interested in the Yi clan, so they readily agreed.
Jun Feijue and the others spent the night amidst the roars of the bird-legged corpse.
The following morning, Yi Mianjue came in person and invited them to witness this historic moment together.
Jun Feijue and his group were already very interested in the Yi clan, so they readily agreed.
The situation was the same for the common people. Early in the morning, the palace guards, who rarely went out, all went door to door to knock on doors and call people to gather in the square in front of the palace.
"What's going on?"
After a night of cursed transformation, the people had just woken up. They usually slept in the afternoon, so they were all preparing to go grocery shopping and work in the morning.
They were all a little bewildered and impatient to be suddenly summoned to the palace gate. It had been so long since they had experienced such a gathering, and they had no interest in it.
"I don't know, let's wait and see."
Some of the people shrugged, looking indifferent. So many years of imprisonment had made them lose interest in many things.
"Has everyone arrived?"
Finally, to the dismay of the people, the king, Jun Feijue, and their entourage arrived atop the high wall.
"They've all arrived."
The captain of the guards stepped forward, knelt down, and respectfully clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute, saying, "We've even brought the newborn baby."
"Um."
Yi Mianjue then nodded slightly, stepped forward, and looked down at the people.
"Your Majesty, what is the matter?"
Before he could speak, a villager asked impatiently, "Our child is still young and can't stand the wind, so we're in a hurry to go home and rest."
"Yes, the child needs more rest, otherwise he won't be able to hold on."
Hearing this, the other people also urged, "It's so early in the morning, if the king doesn't have anything important to do, shouldn't he let them go back first?"
Because of the curse inherent in the bloodline of the Yi clan, even newborn babies are no exception and must undergo a transformation at night.
However, newborn babies are so fragile that most of them cannot withstand the illness and die.
Therefore, in the villages of the Yi people, every newborn child is very precious, and not only the parents, but also the royal family and neighbors help take care of them.
Even if they are not biological children, in this place where life is extremely precious, every child symbolizes the continuation of the village's future bloodline.
"We still have a lot of things to do."
"We've already wasted the evenings, and we only have half a day to get things done, so why waste time here?"
"That's right, if there's nothing else, let us leave quickly."
"..."
Then, the people all started arguing, not only because of the children, but also because of personal reasons.
Without external enemies, the king's existence is not very meaningful, and the people do not respect him much.
"Of course I know that, but..."
Yi Mianjue had long been accustomed to the villagers' attitude over the years. He took a deep breath before saying, "From now on, not only can our children grow up healthy, but adults will no longer have to suffer the pain of transformation."
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