"It's been so long without rain, is it really not going to work?"
Due to the prolonged wait, the people couldn't help but express their doubts again.
But as soon as these words left his mouth, Yan Lin's sword, still stained with blood, was at his throat.
"Prince, Prince, this lowly one knows his wrongs, this lowly one knows his wrongs." He quickly knelt down to beg for mercy.
Only then did Yan Lin withdraw his sword.
He looked up towards the top of the mountain, a trace of worry in his dark eyes.
At this moment, Chu Baihan and Nan Xing walked down from the mountain.
"Eighth... cough, Your Highness the Princess, what is the result?" Yan Lian hurried over to them.
"It failed." Chu Baihan shook her head.
Failed, it failed.
Hearing Chu Baihan's words, the people were both angry and desperate.
They looked at Chu Baihan several times, wanting to voice their anger, but recalling Yan Lin's earlier demeanor, they could only suppress their fear with trepidation.
