"What?"
The Song Manor's people looked at one another in dismay. Even Song Zhongmou, who had always been steady and composed, had his thoughts thrown into turmoil by the bad news he had just heard.
As the old saying went: strike a man, but never strike his face.
If there was no deadly enmity between two sides, they generally would not send people to surround the other side's manor. And if the master of the manor had not committed treason or colluded with the enemy, no one would treat him that way, either.
Because it meant holding nothing back, stopping at nothing, and fighting a never-ending battle.
In the past, the Song Clan had always been the one sending people to surround other manors, such as the political enemies who had stood in their way one after another. The Lu Clan, for instance. In a thousand years, no one had ever dared send an army to besiege the Song Manor.
"Does someone intend to wipe out the Song Clan completely?"
"Could the situation really have deteriorated to this point?"
Song Zhongmou's thoughts spun wildly, and anxiety began to gnaw at him.
They had been sealed inside the manor by one or perhaps several powerful forces, leaving them utterly unable to contact the outside world. They knew nothing of the Old Immortal's situation, nothing of the city guards or the Kirin Army, nothing of the Patrol Camp or the Supervision Department, and not even the slightest news of the Feather Army's movements.
These were the strongest armies defending the Imperial Capital. In the past, the Song Clan had controlled these forces, openly or covertly—or at least controlled part of them.
Together with the civil and military officials loyal to the Song Clan, they were the direct forces the Song Clan took