This order spread downwards, leaving many unwilling, yet it was only unwillingness.
After all, those who needed to accept the Wolf King's grain were just people with no other way out. Wei Yiwen fiercely overturned the table, shouting angrily: "Ridiculous, ridiculous!!!"
He finally could not take it anymore.
What nonsense of Wen Zheng!
Damn Wen Zheng!
He rode off to find He Ruoqinhu, but He Ruoqinhu had been invited to a banquet in the palace by the Empress. Wei Yiwen stood before the General's residence, feeling only coldness in his hands, his whole body losing strength.
He Ruoqinhu!
He wrote to Grandmaster Jiang Su.
Jiang Su received the letter.
The military god had just returned from a confrontation with Emperor Qin when a scout handed over Wei Yiwen's letter. Jiang Su unfolded the letter, both his intact eye and his mechanical jade-carved eye reflecting the words.
Wei Yiwen was known for his sharp penmanship, a name renowned in his time.
