Song Zhiyuan held the doll as he got into the carriage, carefully pulling out the pins and nails, and then bit his tongue hard.
"Prime Minister?" Jiang Fulai walked over, cautiously inquiring.
"Keep watch, don't let a single mosquito fly out," Song Zhiyuan looked down at the doll and said, "Head towards Songshan Temple."
Jiang Fulai acknowledged with a sound, went down to give orders, then accompanied Song Zhiyuan to Songshan Temple. Before that, he also dispatched guards to inform the temple.
The wheels rolled noisily over the muddy road, and the official road into the capital was dotted with refugees staggering on foot. Some even collapsed on the ground, and when they saw carriages approaching, they all crowded around to beg, only to be driven away by the guards.
Song Zhiyuan glanced outside at the scene, then looked at the doll in his hand, and closed his eyes.
