The people's cries grew ever more impassioned. Shouting slogans, they continued to gather at the foot of the mountain.
Crowds surged at the mountain's foot, waving banners, their footsteps sending dust flying.
United as one, the people protested fiercely.
Xia Wanwan's little face was solemn as she watched the people below, an indescribable feeling rising in her heart.
If only this spirit of unity could be used to defend their homes and country.
But she was neither saddened nor flustered, for she had anticipated this scene from the start.
That was why, after arriving in Hezhou, she had not immediately blown up the Abandoned Infant Pagoda, but had gone to the Government Office instead.
If she secretly blew up the pagoda, concealing her deeds and name, the people's devotion to it meant they would certainly donate money to rebuild it.
That would treat the symptoms, not the root.
Only if the authorities-the local Government Office-stepped forward and carried this out would the people understand that this was the government's stance.
Once the authorities demolished the pagoda, no one would dare rebuild it.
This was the conclusion Xia Wanwan had reached on her way to Hezhou.
If the people rioted, then they would be suppressed by force!
These lives had been discarded, their souls sealed away. This was an affront to heaven and reason, a violation of the natural order.
This was precisely when the authorities needed to act!
"Sister Youyan."
Xia Wanwan called to the side.
Dressed in belted red robes, Zhong Youyan leaped down from a nearby slope, followed by Jin Yu and Little Lucky Star.
Like Zhong Youyan, Little Lucky Star wielded a whip.
"Little Princess, what are your orders?"
"Ride back to the Government Office as fast as you can. Find my eldest Imperial Elder Brother and