Leaning on Pang Hu, Granny Li hobbled forward, pointing a trembling finger at the group across from them. "You bunch of ungrateful wretches!" she scolded. "You've brought complete shame upon your ancestors! Use your heads! If you get Princess Qing killed, do you really think you'll survive?"
Manager Meng added angrily, "What's more, they're from Nanchen! This is treason! You claim it's for your wives and children, but if you become the slaves of a conquered nation, do you think they'll treat you like human beings? Can you even call a life of servitude 'living'? It's you! You're the ones pushing your families into a pit of fire with your own hands!"
The crowd of townspeople stood rooted to the spot, completely at a loss for what to do.
A cold smile touched Yan Jiayu's lips.
"Is that how it is? Then kill them all."
Everyone on the other side panicked. "What do we do?"
"No... I don't want to die..."
