In a government office in Qingzhou.
The office was currently occupied by a group of elite soldiers dressed in green cotton armor.
The heads of the officials that were here originally were hanging in a row outside. At the same time, the dark red ice on the floor was gradually melting under the sunlight.
Su Qing, who was wearing a single layer of clothing, went outside and was awoken by a blast of cold wind.
After breakfast, Su Qing asked the guard casually, "Is Qing Lian still in her room?"
"Yes! She hasn't left in two days!"
Su Qing raised his eyebrows. In accordance with their plan, Dingzhou, Qingzhou, and Pingzhou were in the middle of rebelling.
Although Great Xia was now at its weakest, it had been a dominant force for hundreds of years. This was something that was ingrained in the minds of its citizens.
Although he had been planning for many years, most of the volunteer soldiers were commoners who found life unbearable.
