Chapter 597 There Was Something Unusual about It

Su Mianyue did not know that at this moment Ji Xun and his army were fighting in blood. An unprecedented killing had lasted for three days, and the number of deaths and injuries was the highest in history. This was because Su Mianyue provided the medicinal materials and methods.

Su Mianyue could only rest for less than two hours a day. Even so, he could not write all the memorials in his own handwriting. Some small matters could only be left to the right equal to handle.

On Su Mianyue's left was a stack of tall memorials, all about the disaster.

Although the state treasury was able to cope with the disaster safely, and many places were planted with high-yield crops, the people of the affected counties were fleeing in the direction of Yan Capital, and now the first batch of victims had almost arrived in Imperial Capital.

Because the local authorities were unable to control them, and they were afraid of affecting their political achievements, they made these victims go smoothly on the grounds that there was no imperial decree.

"I'm afraid it's not simple." Biwu cut off the supplements and came over. When she saw Su Mianyue frowning, she glanced at the recital that she was reviewing, and no one else dared to speak out. "Sister, most of the people have been waiting for the help of the imperial government in their hometown since the disaster happened. A few of them will go to other villages to seek relatives. Some even sell their children and daughters, but this time..."

Biwu did not finish his sentence, but Su Mianyue nodded, picked up the soup bowl and took two sips, then put it down, and said to biwu, "What you said is not bad. According to the date of the memorial, these victims came to Imperial Capital less than ten days later than the official's recital of the disaster situation, and the speed of the victims'march is surprisingly fast."

"Is someone manipulating these victims? What's the purpose?" Biwu couldn't think of an answer for a moment.

"Some people covet the Yan Country, so they can't miss such a good opportunity." With a sneer, Su Mianyue threw aside a book of memorials that he had just finished reading. There were too many memorials about the victims to reply to one by one.

"Has sister thought of a way to deal with it?" Biwu frowned and felt sorry for Su Mianyue. It was obvious that the person behind it was bullying Su Mianyue, a woman in charge.

Looking at the paunchy Su Mianyue, Biwu was worried that her body would not be able to take it.

A month after Ji Xun led the army, Biwu found out that Su Mianyue did not come to sunflower water and asked the imperial doctor to check his pulse. Only then did he find out that Su Mianyue had been pregnant for nearly two months. Su Mianyue, who was supposed to have a baby, was dealing with government affairs every day.

Thinking of Su Mianyue's first pregnancy, the struggle to save her and the Su Family father and son, and the fact that she still had to have a second child, Biwu wanted to kill those who made Su Mianyue tired in one breath.

"I would like to see the ultimate purpose of the person behind the scenes. I would like to use the hands of the victims to overthrow the court. I also want to see if my sister is willing to give him this opportunity." Su Mianyue smiled coldly. She did not want to gamble with the lives of the victims, but sometimes she sacrificed a small part of the people in exchange for the survival of the majority. Su Mianyue had no choice.

"I don't understand and can't share the affairs of the government with my sister. I can only take care of xingran, but my sister has to take care of herself. You are not alone now," Biwu said worriedly.

Su Mianyue's smile softened when he mentioned the child. He stroked his stomach and smiled, "He's a good baby. He knows that his mother has to be busy and doesn't bother. He will love you more when you are born."

Biwu rolled her eyes in an indecent manner. Is it really good to talk to the fetus like this?

"I don't want to disturb my sister's busy state affairs. Remember to combine work with rest. Xingran would call for his mother and not see you hug her a few times. I really feel sorry for my good nephew." Biwu muttered. Seeing that Su Mianyue was no longer drinking soup, he carried it away and thought about sending it back in another hour.

Su Mianyue rested on the soft chair for a while before continuing to read the transcripts. As for the situation of the victims, she would have to wait for the secret guards to come back and tell her what to do.

On the border of Yan Capital, a large group of refugees were sitting on the wasteland to rest. They were all dressed in rags and their faces were yellow, and their eyes were gray.

Many people were sitting on the ground with their heads down, but most of them were old, weak, sick, and only a few young and middle-aged people.

Without food, they would grab the grass roots on the ground and eat them. Occasionally, there were a few cries of despair, but no one was interested to look up. Without asking, they knew that someone could not survive and die. Many of these things happened along the way, and everyone was numb.

Unless they were close relatives, even the relationship between cousins was not enough to make them cry.

"Well, if you die, you don't have to suffer. When you get there, don't be in a hurry to reincarnate. Wait for me to find you." An old lady cried out, wiping her tears. She closed the old man's eyes and tidied his clothes.

Beside the old lady, there was a girl about three or four years old. The tears on her face were not dry but she did not cry out. The other two boys of seven or eight years old picked up the nearby branches and started digging holes to bury the old man's body.

"Son of a bitch, open your eyes and look at your mother. You can't die. How can your mother tell your father when you die? You're the only child in our family." A middle-aged woman was holding a boy of five or six years old in her arms and crying. Her voice was sad and desperate, but the boy could no longer respond to her.

Beside the woman was a girl of twelve or thirteen years old kneeling down and crying silently. She and her mother were the only ones left in their family. After all, the food they had sold her sisters for did not save her brother's life, and she was left because she could work and find food for her brother.

This was a common occurrence. The two guards, who had been hiding in a big tree, watched the scenes of life and death expressionlessly, and got the information they wanted from the words of the victims. They had been following them for several days and were used to such bleak scenes.

"Everyone, don't delay. It's still a few days away from Yan Capital. Get up and help bury the dead. When we get to the capital, we'll have a way to live." A man in his thirties stood up and shouted. He was the cleanest and most fleshy person in the group, especially the loud voice. It didn't look like the victims who didn't have enough to eat.

In such a group of disadvantaged groups, this person obviously had the role of a leader, and very soon a few people stood up to help bury the bodies, although it was better to not return to the roots than the corpse wilderness, which was the greatest respect for the dead.

Those who had lost their loved ones did not stop them, but after their loved ones were buried in the ground, they could not help crying loudly, but when they saw that the large army had already set off, they could only bear the pain to follow.

Far away in a foreign land, once left alone, the result may be a dead word, the people who can persist here for any reason will persevere, and there is hope to live.