Yang Zhun's tone carried a hint of sigh, then he supported his neck, stood up from his seat, gently parted the beaded curtain, and slowly walked out. Looking at the people of Beishuo below, his gaze slowly settled on the three middle-aged men at the forefront, and he said in a deep voice: "Haiwen, Dongxin, Yuhe, take your families and leave the city to join the Xia Army! Xia Hong is not a narrow-minded person; as long as you sincerely submit to him, he will not treat you harshly."
"Lord, why do you say such words? My Mo Family and Beishuo have prospered together, sharing both glory and defeat. Haiwen will surely share life and death with Beishuo City!"
"Only through adversity can one see the true colors. Dongxin does not consider himself a great man, yet he would not become a traitor who betrays his lord. Lord, please do not say this again; Dongxin vows to share life and death with Beishuo!"
