The marriage was quietly set.
It was as if nothing had changed, but at the same time, it was as if everything was different.
At this moment, on the city wall of the capital.
The armored general's eyes were filled with anxiety. He looked at the endless refugees outside the city and shook his head."There are more and more refugees."
"Go and ask what happened outside."
The richest man in the world, Miss Jiang, and His Majesty had already sent a large number of soldiers and money to relieve the disaster.
Logically speaking, the number of refugees should have decreased.
Lord Fang stood on the city wall and thought for a moment before following the soldiers down to the city gate.
"Where are you refugees from? Didn't His Majesty send out the silver for disaster relief?" The soldier stopped the refugee and asked.
The refugees knelt on the ground in ragged clothes and kept kowtowing."Please let me go, my hometown is gone. It's all gone ..."
