The autumn wind was chilling, and the leaves had turned yellow. Dark clouds densely packed the sky as fine, thread-like raindrops fell to the Human World, pattering against roof tiles, creating a persistent rustling sound.
He Fanshuang sat alone in the hall of the Governor Mansion, clasping a document in her hand, her expression solemn.
Ever since I issued the order for the young people of the Taiyuan Wang Family to distribute flyers in the plague-stricken area, they haven't backed down.
On the contrary, they had carried out the order and launched a new round of retaliation against the Taiyuan Government. All the businesses that had originally assisted the Taiyuan Government in transporting supplies subsequently went on strike, each citing various reasons for being unable to serve the Taiyuan Government any longer. Consequently, He Fanshuang had no choice but to call upon garrison officials to transport food, masks, disinfectants, and other supplies.
