"Blind Bei, are you sure we're not lost?"
Is this the frontier? Is this the frontier? Is this fucking frontier?
It was said that farming wasn't allowed on the frontier. Yet, the sight of these vast, fertile fields, coupled with the rosy complexions on the faces of the peasant men and women here, was striking. Beifeng Prefecture's harsh, cold northern climate naturally couldn't compare. But even the commoners in Yan State's interior counties like Huwei and Sanshi, or even Tiancheng County, the heart of Yan's capital region—their lives and surroundings didn't seem as prosperous as what lay before them.
"My lord, the road, it's definitely not wrong," Blind Bei replied.
Very well. If the human radar claimed they weren't lost, Zheng Fan was inclined to believe him.
Consequently, Zheng Fan had no choice but to order,
"Slow the horses! Anyone whose warhorse tramples the crops will be killed without mercy!"
After Zheng Fan issued the command, Siniang reached out to A Ming.
