After the people of Sujia Village successfully entered Ganquan Prefecture, they rushed to various places in the city to buy all kinds of things they urgently needed according to their previous plans.
Yao Qingshuang also took advantage of this opportunity to go into the city and took out some meat and dried goods stored in the supermarket without anyone noticing.
After everyone had purchased everything they needed and had a good rest, the people of Sujia Village packed their bags again, bid farewell to Ganquan Mansion where they would stay for a short time, and continued on their journey full of unknowns, moving forward firmly towards the next destination in their hearts.
The atmosphere in the Ganquan Prefecture's government office was solemn.
Mu Lin sat quietly at the desk in the study, tightly holding the expedited letter that had just arrived from the capital, his expression as solemn as the gloomy sky at the moment.
His eyes were fixed on the contents of the letter. After reading it, he felt as if his soul had been taken away and he couldn't recover for a long time.
The news conveyed in the letter was truly shocking.
The letter said that the current emperor had suddenly passed away. This news was like a bolt from the blue, instantly causing an uproar in the entire capital and even the world.
What is even more unexpected is the series of events that followed.
The Crown Prince, the one who was originally expected to inherit the throne, was secretly plotted and strangled by the First Prince and the Third Prince.
However, this was only the beginning. After the Crown Prince was removed, the already fragile alliance between the First and Third Princes instantly collapsed, and the two began to fight for the supreme throne.
They each recruited their own factions and fought openly and secretly in the court and the palace, refusing to give in to each other. The entire capital was shrouded in this storm of struggle for power and everyone was in danger.
But the final result surprised everyone.
In this brutal battle for the throne, the youngest prince, the tenth prince, who was only seven years old, stood out and inherited the throne.
Mu Lin couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Power is indeed the most stirring thing in the world.
As a member of the royal family, you are at the center of the vortex of power. Who wouldn’t want to sit on that supreme position?
However, he really couldn't help but worry. The tenth prince was only seven years old, still wet behind the ears and ignorant. Could he really take on the responsibility of governing the entire country and be good at the throne of the emperor?
In this turbulent and complicated court situation, in the face of internal and external troubles and the displacement of the people in the world, how much can a seven-year-old child do?
Mulin shook his head slowly, his eyes revealing deep worry and confusion, as if he had already seen the uncertain future of this country.
As soon as Mu Xingzhou walked to the door of the study, he vaguely felt that the atmosphere in the room seemed a little depressing and dull.
He frowned slightly, then reached out and slowly pushed open the door of the study.
As soon as he entered the door, Mu Xingzhou saw his father Mu Lin sitting on a chair behind the desk, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with deep worry, and he looked very worried.
Seeing this, Mu Xingzhou quickly stepped forward and asked with concern, "Dad, what's wrong with you? Look at your expression. Has something terrible happened?"
Mu Lin slowly raised his head, looked at his son, sighed softly, then silently handed the letter he had just received to Mu Xingzhou, motioning him to take a look at it himself.
Mu Xingzhou took the letter and quickly scanned the paper.
As he read deeper, his expression gradually became gloomy.
When he finished reading the contents of the letter, he was suddenly filled with anger. He slammed the letter onto the desk. The "bang" sound was particularly loud in the quiet study.
A mocking expression appeared on his face, his eyes filled with disdain and indignation. He snorted coldly, "Humph! The drought in the north has wiped out the crops, leaving countless people homeless. Yet, these people are only focused on vying for power and profit in the capital, completely disregarding the lives of the people!"
Mu Xingzhou grew increasingly angry as he spoke, pacing back and forth for a few steps before continuing, "That's great! Now they've created a seven-year-old emperor to inherit the throne. Humph, I think this little emperor is probably just another puppet pushed forward by some people with ulterior motives. They simply want to take advantage of this child's young age and ignorance so that they can manipulate government affairs from behind the scenes and continue to do whatever they want to pursue their own selfish interests!"
When Mu Lin heard Mu Xingzhou's indignant and reckless words, his face suddenly changed. He quickly stretched out his hand to make a silencing gesture, interrupted him anxiously, and lowered his voice to scold him: "Xingzhou, be careful with your words! Do you know how much disaster it will bring to our family if your words get out?
The current situation is already turbulent, with various forces secretly intertwined. If you speak without restraint, you will bring about a fatal disaster if you are not careful, and even implicate the entire family!"
Mu Xingzhou felt his heart tighten at his father's harsh words. Although he was still holding a grudge, he also understood that every word his father said made sense.
At that moment, he could only curl his lips helplessly, and the indignation in his eyes subsided a little. He stopped talking, but just clenched his fists secretly and stood aside sulking.
After a moment of silence, Mu Lin sighed slowly, looked at his son solemnly, and said earnestly: "Xingzhou, you can see that the situation is not very good now.
As an official appointed by the imperial court, I must go back and check the situation. Therefore, I will prepare to return to the capital tomorrow."
When Mu Xingzhou heard what his father said, he felt reluctant to let his father go, but he also knew that his father had a heavy responsibility on this trip.
He raised his head and looked at his father's increasingly old but still resolute face, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, and then he said respectfully: "Dad, you must be careful on your way and take care of yourself.
I, from Ganquan Prefecture, will always keep an eye on the goings-on in the capital. If you need anything, just send someone to let me know, and I will do my best to help."
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On the other side, after leaving Ganquan Prefecture, the people of Sujia Village were exhausted from the journey, traveling day and night, and everyone had a look of fatigue on their faces.
Recently, people have increasingly felt that something is wrong. The originally peaceful scenes on both sides of the road are no longer there. Instead, there are corpses lying all over the place, and the number is still increasing.
As they continued to move forward, the pungent stench in the air became more and more obvious, as if the haze of death was shrouding the area, making people feel nauseous and fearful.
Everyone's face was filled with surprise and doubt, and they looked at each other, their eyes full of fear and confusion.
"Why are there so many corpses here?" Someone in the crowd spoke first. This sentence instantly broke the suppressed silence and expressed the doubts in everyone's mind.
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