Jiang Xue skeptically tugged at her lips: "Can you not exaggerate so much? I don't believe that just because I treat someone or save a life, the Old Emperor would make me a County Master?"
Shui Yixuan retorted: "Why not? If you're willing, I can ask the Fifth Prince to request it for you!"
Jiang Xue was taken aback by Shui Yixuan's serious expression: "Alright, stop talking about it, I won't go back, and as for this County Master title, I'm not interested. Whatever I, Jiang Xue, want, I have always relied on my own ability to get it."
This migration is massive, just within the Royal Family alone, there are over ten thousand people. The convoy might have already traveled twenty or thirty li away, and those waiting at the original site may not have even set off yet. Aftershocks occur every so often; sometimes they are strong, and other times they only make you feel dizzy.
"What if those three lakes don't drain after we leave?"
"Then we'll wait until they do."
