"Execute them all."
Zheng Fan raised his head somewhat surprised, looking at Prince Jingnan standing right in front of him.
The wind blowing at dusk carried a slight chill, mixed with moisture, occasionally brushing against his ear.
"Marquis... Prince."
Zheng Fan hesitated for a moment.
"Did you hear it?"
Tian Wujing extended his hand, pointing to the Wang River, which had thawed and resumed its flow.
"I heard it.
I heard tens of thousands of sons of Yan State crying out to me in the water, telling me they are not accustomed to swimming, saying the water is too cold, too lonely."
Zheng Fan suddenly remembered when Tian Wujing brought him to the imperial city, directly deposing the Third Prince.
When it comes to protection, this prince is the best.
Tian Wujing once told me,
"In Yan State,
our population density doesn't compare to Qian State,
our fertile land doesn't compare to Chu State,
our peaceful exterior doesn't compare to Jin State,
