The disaster finally abated, leaving behind a scene of devastation.
Tiandu City looked like a shattered chessboard, where the once clearly defined and bustling streets and alleyways were now reduced to mere remnants and ruins.
At first, people were immersed in the relief of surviving the ordeal. But upon seeing those familiar faces buried under the rubble, lifeless and inert, a wave of sadness and bitterness surged in their hearts.
Families who had breakfast together in the morning, neighbors who had just greeted each other, acquaintances not always on good terms...
Those vibrant lives vanished so easily, as if crushed like chess pieces underfoot, without a shred of resistance.
If it weren’t for Duke Zhenyue’s intervention today, the city’s citizens might not have survived!
"Wuwuwu, Mother..."
"This is the Great Yuan Capital City, under the Emperor’s feet, how could this happen..."
"Damn heavens!"
After the fear subsided, only anger remained.
Their eyes were red, a fire burning inside their chests, but they didn’t know how to vent it.
In a chaotic world, human lives are as fragile as blades of grass, bending with the wind, withering in the fire, and no one really cares.
After the shifting of regimes and changes of rulers, the Capital City would be rebuilt, with time it would flourish again, but the dead remain dead.
Millions of lives, seemingly numerous, merely suffice to fill a few lines in historical books.
And the thoughts of the common people are always the simplest and most straightforward.
Whoever makes them live, they follow; whoever feeds and clothes them, they recognize as their master.
The so-called people’s will is never won through strife, but by living well, enabling them to live well is the greatest principle under the heavens.
It is this simple will of the people that transforms into an inexhaustible Power of Seven Emotions, continuously pouring into Chen Mo’s Spirit Platform, making him roll his eyes in ecstasy.
Unbeknownst to him, his fate seemed to undergo some unknown change...
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Under Ji Hongxiu’s protection, East City was minimally impacted compared to other areas.
Especially Ming’an Street, where the Chen Mansion is located; apart from those who fled hastily out of the city, others remained unscathed.
At this moment, the Chen Mansion’s people gathered in the courtyard, bathed in the gentle spring rain, and looked up at the sky.
He Yuzhi’s expression was complex, her heart mixed with emotions.
Seeing her son gain such fame, she wasn’t sure whether to feel proud or concerned.
Though she knew little about national affairs, she could tell the world had turned chaotic, and the Chen Family was no longer what it used to be... No one could predict the future steps.
"My brother... is indeed a great hero..."
Shen Zhixia’s cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, muttering under her breath.
In her impression, every time faced with an unsolvable problem, it was Chen Mo who stepped forward, standing firm even if the sky fell, as if nothing could defeat him. This feeling was truly reassuring.

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