Within the Capital City, the winds and rain were raging.
Countless wealthy people had already received the news.
Anyone with the means was swiftly fleeing the Capital City. Before long, this place would become a land of war.
No one dared guarantee they could survive this chaos.
A long, lavish procession of carriages headed into the distance, departing through the Capital City's four gates.
Only the soldiers still stood guard atop the city walls, watching those leaving with envy in their eyes.
These soldiers' families had lived in the Capital City for generations. If they simply left, everything their families had accumulated over generations would turn to ash.
No one could bear to abandon the assets they already possessed.
Just like in Li Qing's world, the weak were always the urban middle class. No matter how harshly they were exploited, they neither dared nor wished to resist. It was determined by their position, not by their own will.
Because they truly had assets. At worst, they could live a harder life—but if they left the city, they would truly have nothing.
Human nature was universal in every world. These soldiers, too, could not let go of what their families had accumulated over generations.
Thus, since ancient times, those with nothing had dared to fight and strive. So long as there was a sliver of opportunity, they could possibly turn their lives around.
Conversely, those with some assets but not much often did not dare to struggle recklessly, because one misstep could truly leave them with nothing.
Within the Capital City, the three projected incarnations under Li Qing's control had silently entered.
Li Qing's gaze swept across the desolate streets!
Aside from the poor and commoners who had no choice but to remain, scarcely any luxurious carriages could be seen on