Jing Zhen, with his keen eyesight, saw the expressions on the faces of the three young marshals and the three family heads and knew it was not just a trivial matter. Then, looking at his daughter, whose cheeks had become thin from hunger, he immediately understood and waved his hand, saying, "Get them something to eat right away!"
"Yes!"
People nearby had already scurried off to prepare the food.
The three young marshals, themselves hungry, had been about to turn around and leave, but Luo Jian caught a glimpse of his equally emaciated sister and pursed his lips. Suddenly, he stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty the King, after experiencing this disaster, I am deeply convinced that Huaxia has it right, 'Women can hold up half the sky!' Therefore, I hope Your Majesty the King will issue some military policies that allow women to become soldiers!"
