Yuan Yunzhong sighed softly.
Song Jiyun always managed to grasp the main points.
He had never expected to be able to hide it from Song Jiyun.
"Those refugees, incited by someone, killed an Imperial Court official," he said in a low voice. "Given the Emperor's character, he definitely won't let these refugees off."
He looked at Song Jiyun, "Many of these refugees have never even tasted salt, how would they understand rebellion? They are merely being used and driven by others."
Song Jiyun agreed.
"But if it weren't for my quarrel with Prince Ning," he lowered his eyelids, his clearly-defined eyelashes casting a crescent moon-like shadow under his eyes, "how could they be exploited and driven by others?"
"I," he paused, "I want to volunteer to deal with the refugees outside the city."
Song Jiyun instinctively thought, if you want to go, then go.
But before she could say it out loud, she immediately realized.
