The elder of Bai Village wept in front of Yan Wanqing, his tears streaming down uncontrollably.
When he was forcibly pulled up, he clung to Yan Wanqing's hand and said, "My lord, what a good person you are!"
Only after the village elder had calmed down did she learn from his account that, years ago during the famine, his family was so starved they were close to death. It was her father's army, passing by, that had given them food and allowed them to follow the army and leave, to avoid being targeted by the grassroots for their provisions, thus saving their lives.
"My lord, the god of war, undefeated in battle. The mere Governor's Office Pass is like swinging a broadsword before Guan Yu, how could he easily lose his life?" The village elder really couldn't understand.
Yan Wanqing showed a bitter smile, "I don't know either."
In matters of war, her father and brothers had always been unbeatable.
But when it comes to human hearts, who can claim certainty?