After Ji Hui ordered the soldiers to kill anyone who dared to leave Xiquan City without his permission, the discontent in the hearts of the common people reached a new high.
Sitting around an old wooden table inside a small house located in one of the slums of Xiquan City, a man in his forties looked at his wife and children.
Seeing their sunken cheeks, thin bodies, and sickly complexions, he clenched his hands tightly until his knuckles turned white.
After a long silence, he finally said, "I have made my decision."
When he said this, everyone in the room perked up and waited for him to continue.
Taking a deep breath, the middle-aged man added, "I have spoken to the others, and they have all agreed to our plan."
When his wife heard this, she reached out to hold his tightly clenched fists and asked, "Children's father, is there really no other way?"
