Feng Qingxue's military region, located far on the frontier, had not yet been affected, and she felt grateful every moment that they were so distant from the Emperor's immediate reach.
However, as a high-ranking officer, Lu Jiang had access to documents sent from the Capital, read newspapers from there, and understood the specific situation. Because of this knowledge, his worry only deepened.
A blood moon hung in the sky, and killing filled the land.
Unexpectedly, Feng Qingxue's words had turned into a grim prophecy.
Wasn't this August, the August of the Capital, a blood moon itself?
