"It was all our fault, Your Majesty. We were stupid, but you can't just leave us be."
A thin old lady knelt down, tears flowing from the corners of her eyes.
"Yes, we were really wrong, Your Majesty."
"You must lead us."
With one person leading the way, the others followed suit.
Sikong Wuyuan secretly noticed that the old woman was pinching someone's thigh and could not help but feel that it was ironic.
What an act!
Anger surged up, and he was extremely frustrated.
"Don't save them! You don't want to die."
Jiang Ming turned to Sikong Wuyuan and glanced at the old lady's leg. He could not help but smile.
He spoke his mind.
"You're not a commander. What right do you have to say that to us? Go back to where you belong!"
The old lady rolled her eyes and aggressively charged at Sikong Wuyuan.
"Hey, you old hag, don't you know how good my relationship with the king is?"