The Emperor issued an edict and affixed the imperial seal on the spot. Someone carried the decree out, and an imperial envoy would soon ride at full speed to Henan. Pudu Cihang watched everything before him with a smile in his heart. He already sensed that another stumbling block was about to be removed.
As for whether Xue Ji could completely bring the locust plague under control, he did not believe it. Not unless Xue Ji could kill the Locust God.
Two days later, the imperial envoy arrived in Henan, and Xue Ji received the edict. The decree harshly rebuked Xue Ji before ordering him to devote all his efforts to controlling the locust plague. The Court would provide no disaster relief or aid. If he failed to complete the task, the Emperor would impose severe punishment.
Xue Ji accepted the edict, and it felt unbearably heavy in his hands.
Bitterness filled his heart. Controlling a locust plague was no easy task. In just these few days, all the crops in Kaifeng had been devoured. The other prefectures had suffered badly as well. The great disaster had nearly taken shape. Famine would follow the locust plague, and by then, Henan would likely be littered with corpses.
When people had no food, there were only two options. One was to flee the famine; the other was to rise up in revolt in order to survive. The history books recorded such things clearly.
By then, even if Xue Ji were innocent, he would still be guilty. He likely would not escape death.
Taking a deep breath, he placed the imperial edict in the ancestral hall for worship, then turned and returned to his study. He knew he could not collapse yet. Even if his final fate was already destined, he still wanted