Fengyu was deeply alarmed by the chaos in the city. When had Yangzhou ever faced such disorder and desolation?
"Miss, I'll find a way to take you out of Yangzhou City. I fear this chaos will affect you," Nuanyang said solemnly. "It's too dangerous here."
"But can we even leave under these circumstances?" Fengyu was equally worried, yet if she left, what would happen to her grandfather? His body had grown frail; there was no way he could endure the journey with them.
What would happen if the refugees broke into the mansion?
"Grandfather is old, and the city is in turmoil. If I leave, he won't have a single relative by his side. How could I bear that? Besides, who would dare open the city gates in this situation?"
Unless they stormed the gates, but with their meager manpower, how could they possibly breach the gates? Outside stood tens of thousands of displaced refugees, people dying of hunger every day, their wails echoing across the fields.
