Tong Yue stood at the highest point of the stone platform, looking at the people in the village who came after hearing the news. Those earnest eyes and simple faces only made him feel that the burden on him was getting heavier and heavier. The Tong family has been the guardians of Beizhai for many years. Among the crowded people, there are countless happy families who need a stable environment. In Beizhai, the fertile land alone cannot guarantee food rations for generations. The court's eyes were always staring at the activities of his Tong family. But if he handed over this village... He would lose far more than he imagined.
"Tu Mo! You tyrant! Foolish king!" Tong Yue cursed countless times in her heart.