Since ancient times, whenever there was a great disaster, a great plague would follow after that. The forefathers were right indeed!
Wei Zhongming wanted to cry. He felt that his future was totally bleak!
He regretted it very much now. If he had known earlier, he would have captured Su Ying. That way, he wouldn't have to inform the Imperial Court about the disaster in Luo City. As long as he hid it well and survived the drought season, he would be able to return to the capital city to report on his work next year.
However, now that the plague had broken out and so many people had died, the Emperor would definitely not let him off.
"My Lord, what should we do? If we quickly send a message to the Empress and ask her to come back quickly… Argh!"
Before the official could finish his words, Wei Zhongming gave him a resounding slap on his face.
