The lord of Urn City led Yang Qing and the others into his study. Once they had taken their seats, he finally asked, "Young friend, did you truly mean what you said earlier?"
He wished only for peace, asking for nothing more than an end to the fighting.
"To be frank, we know the man commanding the troops surrounding your residence. If he becomes the lord of Urn City, I fear its people will not enjoy peaceful days for long."
Yang Qing was not crying wolf. They knew Yin Xian's temperament all too well.
He was a man who would disregard the lives of everyone under heaven for his own gain.
Expect him to devote himself wholeheartedly to the people once he rose to power?
That was utterly impossible.
"But you have seen the predicament my City Lord's Mansion is in. Though we have considerable stores, we certainly cannot hold off a hundred with one."
The lord of Urn City was not fretting over the sky falling.
He had long since seen the stakes clearly.
He was still standing here resisting only because he hoped to secure a thread of hope for the people of Urn City.
Even if he could no longer remain their lord, he hoped his successor would be someone who held the world's people in his heart.
"Even if you surrender your position, my lord, it will hardly be a blessing for the people of Urn City. We would do better to find another way."
Yang Qing said, "Yin Xian is wielding the Imperial Heirloom Seal to secure your position, but a mere city lordship will never satisfy his ambitions."
"What would you suggest, then?" The lord of Urn City looked at Yang Qing earnestly.
Yang Qing said, "Why not agree for now, so that the