Madam He looked at Fang Tao and asked outright, "Tao`er, is it time to flee?"
Fang Tao sighed and said, "The traitors' influence is great now. Probably 80-90% of the Beiyuan City is no longer in our grasp, and we can only retreat first."
Although the reply was within expectations, a hint of melancholy still flashed in Madam He's eyes. She shook her head. "I don't understand the military matters. You can go ahead and make the arrangements."
After hearing their conversation, the many ladies and children immediately broke out crying. They had always been living a luxurious lifestyle since young, so how could they possibly dare face the agony of a life of constant fleeing?
"No, I don't want to leave the Prince Manor."
"I'd rather die than to leave the Prince Manor."
There were also people who fell onto the floor limply, without any spirit in their eyes.
