Upon hearing Marshal Zǐbù's words, the civil and military officials remained silent. One after another, they left the imperial court to pack their belongings, preparing to flee westward to the Dahan Kingdom.
With the entire imperial court scattered, a violent snowstorm raged across the skies above Sa City.
The Marshal watched the departing officials with a deep sense of disillusionment. These were the so-called pillars of the nation—yet when disaster struck, everyone simply looked out for themselves!
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