The scholars took to the streets in droves, marching to the government offices in protest.
Despite the government's endless reassurances that nothing of that sort was happening, few were willing to believe them. The more they tried to explain, the less clear things became.
"Officials who don't act in the peoples' best interest, what use are they? Can Great Qin so casually abandon tens of millions of its citizens in one region? Such actions are simply outrageous and infuriating."
"Over ten million lives are at stake, officials! What did these innocent souls do to deserve this?! Such sorrow, such grief!"
Within a regional government manor.
A quiet small courtyard.
Bai Yihwen stood alone under a blooming tree, one hand behind his back, his face filled with worry, his eyebrows furrowed tightly.
The overflowing emotions of concern for his country and its people seemed to have become so intense that they could not be dissolved.
