For a long while, Old Yuan looked at his youngest son and said faintly, "No, it shouldn't be that bad!"
The Yuan Family had been in Linhe Village for five generations; since the founding of Great Yin, their ancestors settled here. They had deep feelings for Linhe Village.
The most important thing was, once they embarked on the path of escape, where would they flee to?
Yuan Yindi took a deep breath and said, "If the Prince, as an imperial envoy, can turn the tide and suppress the looming chaos in Jiangnan, then Great Yin can still be preserved."
"It's just, I really don't believe that the Prince, coming as an imperial envoy, can accomplish this."
"Xiao Wu, aren't you underestimating people?"
Yuan Pandi glanced at her younger brother, "Our Great Yin has stood for over a hundred years, and we've never faced major disasters or calamities. How could our nation's fate suddenly come to an end?"
"Yeah, Xiao Wu, maybe you're overthinking things?"
Yuan Zhaodi chimed in.
