As a lord, I was forced to farm

Chapter 934 Look Up to Me

"Lord, we're not stupid!" Chen Wei said with his head down and fists clenched tightly, filled with hatred. "Chao Lian is indeed despicable, but the Prince of Si who preyed on us and abandoned our Tianchen County is even more hateful!!"

With tears in his eyes, he said, "Lord Qian, do you know the despair we felt when we learned that the army had abandoned us? We, the people of Mao City, have been the lifeblood of the entire Tianchen County. The delicacies on the tables of those in power, the gold and silver treasures they wear, the military expenses of the army—we paid for all of them. It can be said that Mao City contributed eight-tenths of the entire Tianchen County's economy. But in the end, they just abandoned us like that..."

“After such betrayal, how can we be willing to acknowledge Si He as a prince! Even we are like this, how could you, the city lord who was betrayed by Si He, possibly go back? I understand, I understand everything!” Chen Wei said bitterly.

"Lord of the Thousand Cities, we now only recognize you! Whichever territory you follow and which lord you obey, we will follow and obey that territory and that lord!! Or if you wish to establish yourself as king, we will all follow you!"

"Yes!!" The others in Trade City responded in unison, kneeling down. "We'll do whatever City Lord Qian tells us to do!!"

“No, you can’t just say things like that about declaring yourself king.” Qianyu shook his head. “I don’t have that kind of ambition, so you don’t need to follow me. You should follow the Prince of Dasu, Princess Jiang Ran!”

He gazed in the direction of Da Su, his eyes filled with relief and gratitude. "Perhaps you are wondering why I would follow that prince. If you are fortunate enough to see His Highness the Prince in person, you will change your mind too."

Chen Wei opened his mouth, half believing and half doubting.

By early September, the plague in Maocheng had largely subsided, and the people, having come to their senses, discovered that Maocheng had changed hands.

The people were somewhat relieved to see that the Prince of Dasu was still in the city, though they didn't know what kind of ruler he was.

On September 3rd, the people of Maocheng received news that the Prince of Dasu was going to enter the city of Maocheng!

Gold flowed from the clouds, not the dazzling white of midsummer, but a gentle, honey-colored gold, like molten copper, slowly flowing down the eastern mountain ridge.

An army from the east escorted a magnificent carriage as it slowly emerged from the drenched sunlight.

The three majestic, tall, and wild blue horses pulling the chariot stood in an exceptionally neat and solemn formation behind it, their armor gleaming, their spears and halberds gripped tightly, radiating a cold and unapproachable aura.

Above the sky, a fierce eagle with an almost cold demeanor circled. Upon closer inspection, this circling was not aimless, but rather a silent patrol and protection, following the carriage ahead at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

The surviving residents of the trading city cautiously peered out from behind doors and in the shadows of street corners, their gazes as complex as a tangled mess of yarn.

They hoped the new lord would be good.

But reason tells them that as citizens of a defeated city, they have never had a good ending since ancient times; they are either slaughtered or treated as slaves, wantonly bullied and sold!

And look, this army is so cold and powerful that it seems inhuman. Just looking at the blades and spears they hold, you can almost feel that these weapons have already pierced their bodies, causing them pain and fear.

If it weren't for Qianyu constantly telling the people of Maocheng that the food and medicine were sent by the Prince of Dasu, and that the Prince of Dasu was a good prince who loved his people, and that as long as the people of Maocheng sincerely submitted, His Highness would definitely cherish them, they might be in despair right now.

'We were almost burned to death by Chaolian's people, but thankfully Dasu saved us. Things can't get any worse than they were a month ago, can they?'

Even though Chaolian's men hadn't yet stormed in, Tianchen had already destroyed many houses in the city while looting. Jiang Ran's gaze slowly swept through the ruins and silent people of the city through the curtains.

The previous plague had caused them a lot of harm. Even though things are improving now, those who died can never come back. Their faces still bear the marks of illness, sadness, unease, and perhaps a sliver of hope.

What to expect?
Naturally, it was her, the princess.

Jiang Ran knew that these people had done nothing wrong; they were the most innocent victims in the struggle between Tianchen, Chaolian, and Dasu. She couldn't help but feel a pang of pity.

Once the idea took hold, I wanted to do something.

He sent a telepathic message to Feixuan in his mind, "Feixuan, I need to borrow your Soul Cleansing Deer Staff."

After Feixuan broke through the fossil, she discovered that the Soul Cleansing Deer Staff was of great help to Feixuan, so she gave the deer staff to her.

Feixuan's gentle and charming voice came over, "Master, my things are your things, you can use them as you please."

She seemed to know what Jiang Ran wanted to do, and a soft, almost sighing voice came, "Master, you are as gentle as ever."

Jiang Ran smiled, unconvinced.

She didn't think she was as good as Fei Xuan claimed. Perhaps she had some compassion, but her subsequent actions were entirely for the sake of her stable rule.

Before anyone knew it, the carriage came to a smooth stop.

The steady, pleasant voice of Imperial Guard Yan Lili came from outside the carriage, "Your Highness, we have arrived at Maocheng."

The besieging people seemed to realize that they would soon see the face of the new king of the city. The already quiet environment became even quieter, as if an invisible hand had choked the sound, and only their eyes could move.

A soft "hmm" came from inside the carriage, and Ah Sheng immediately lifted the curtain gently.

First, a dark silver skirt embroidered with intricate, ancient runes emerged, luxurious and spotless. Then, the person inside appeared cleanly and crisply on the carriage shaft.

Perhaps the sun was too bright near noon, and the crowd was momentarily stunned.

Before them was a face of exceptional beauty, but one so cold and aloof that even the scorching light could not suppress the chilling aura that captivated the soul. Everyone who glanced at it only briefly before lowering their heads involuntarily.

"Keep your head up."

A cold, powerful voice rang out. Strangely, even those who were far away could hear it clearly. The tens of thousands of people who had just lowered their heads seemed to be manipulated, and they involuntarily followed the man's words.

The wind started moving.

Jiang Ran rose into the air, her long, dark robe flowing like a dark stream. The wind swirled around her, fluttering her wide sleeves. The sunlight, disregarding the cold, shone on her long, flowing hair, giving her a sacred golden glow.

Holding the Soul-Clearing Deer Staff, Jiang Ran ascended to a height of a hundred feet above the ground.

Those on the ground could no longer make out her features; they could only see her dark figure suspended in the sky, radiating a terrifying divine majesty against the backdrop of swirling clouds and sunlight.

She just said, 'Lift your head.'

But everyone felt that she was saying, "Look up to me!"