In the imperial palace, Wanyan Jing felt a bit uneasy. He wasn't sure if that peculiar Taoist had the ability to procure food, but if enough provisions could not be transported to sustain millions through this winter, then it was likely that Jin Country would experience a second harsh winter in a short period.
Perhaps it wasn't as dire as before, but it still shook the foundation of the nation.
Would other countries be so kind as to send food? He didn't believe it, but aside from believing it, he had no other choice.
For the first time, he found being an emperor so tasteless; it would be better to hang up his sword and armor early and return to the fields by the Songhua River, living self-sufficiently and free of worries.
"Your Majesty."
The Imperial Guard General entered the inner chamber to pay respects to Wanyan Jing.
"Speak, what is it now?"
