Fiancée Stolen by MC, I Trip Them up-Chapter 375 - 277: Every Man for Himself When Disaster Strikes!

Chapter 375: Chapter 277: Every Man for Himself When Disaster Strikes!

The gang leader’s intuition was correct.

The transfer time that Zhao Yi had previously set was exactly six months.

Six months were enough for the most remote citizens of Great Xia to receive the message and come to Shengjing City.

However, Zhao Yi underestimated the weight of the Great Xia royal family in the hearts of the people, as well as the allure of having no harassment from demon beast barbarians and the ability to claim land indefinitely.

Zhao Yi initially thought that getting half of the people to transfer would be good, but in the end, at least eighty percent of the populace rushed to Shengjing City with their families.

The number was simply too many, leaving Zhao Yi with no choice but to extend the deadline again and again.

Finally, after dragging it out for two months, with no more citizens coming to Shengjing City, Zhao Yi was ready to close the passage and summon the empress and emperor to start the transfer.

If the gang leader hesitated for even one more day, he would have missed the last ride.

The steward of the Left Minister’s Mansion saw the gang leader leaving with his group of young hooligans but didn’t pay them any mind.

Before the officials of the Imperial Court, the steward was nothing, but to this group of hooligans, he was a real big shot.

These lowly rabble were so beneath the steward that he disliked even casting them a glance.

"Enough!"

The steward heard the loud discussions behind him and a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes.

"Given the time, how can you still bicker here? Instead of wasting time, think about how you’ll explain failing your task to your masters!"

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately fell silent.

They all understood the steward’s words, which was why they so urgently wanted to obtain something from others to take back as a report.

Hearing the steward’s words, someone immediately asked, "Old Steward, in your opinion, what should we do now?"

Others chimed in, saying, "Old Steward, among us, you are the most respected and experienced, please give us some guidance!"

Someone else added, "Old Steward, this can’t be the end of it! After we return, you must inform Left Minister about these rabble delaying our important affairs; they must be punished!"

Others quickly agreed, "Indeed, the rabble must be punished!"

The old steward remained silent.

He looked at the now distant hooligans and then at his well-dressed peers, suddenly feeling weary.

Those hooligans had already sensed danger and started to flee, yet these people were still trying to push him to the forefront and laughably wanting to hold the rabble accountable.

The rabble had already made their way to the New World, and the transfer to the New World was obviously the Zhao clan’s collective will.

Unless someone had a death wish, who would dare to judge the rabble in the New World?

The steward glanced at the arrogance of the people around him and suddenly thought there was actually no difference between these people and the rabble.

The only difference was that the rabble served the entire city, while they served their respective masters.

The old steward sighed heavily, then with a solemn expression, said, "The rabble running away is a fact, and pursuing their guilt is meaningless now. If you have the time, think about how to deal with each of your crises instead."

After saying this, the old steward scanned the crowd and said somberly:

"I’ve heard everything you said, and you’ve all become accustomed to these rabble delivering food daily, so there’s no surplus at home."

"Even if there are reserves, it would last only three days at most, and those rabble won’t be returning anytime soon."

"Thus, our most pressing task is to quickly find a solution to feeding your entire families, or else you won’t be able to answer to the Patriarch when you return!"

Upon hearing this, everyone exchanged glances, their eyes beginning to flicker.

Anyone who had managed to become a steward was no fool.

They understood what the old steward was saying; it was because they understood too well that they pretended not to.

The old steward’s words were straightforward, but with the rabble gone, they were used to living in comfort, idle of mind and hand, they couldn’t distinguish even if grain and vegetables were laid before them, let alone when there’s nothing at all. How would they solve the problem?

Those calling for the rabble’s punishment just wanted a scapegoat.

The old steward knew what these people thought, which was why he sighed deeply.

They were all old foxes, none dumber than the others.

The old steward speculated that after they left, it would be fortunate if half of them returned home.

The rest would certainly head to the New World.

After all, their loyalty to their masters only existed as long as they could ride on their coattails.

Even married couples were like birds of the same forest, flying apart in disaster, let alone people who served as mere servants.

Now that the rabble had fled, leaving even the great tree unable to assure itself, much less food or clothes, there’s no other path but death if they don’t run.

If not because his family had served in the Left Minister’s house for three generations, the old steward wouldn’t want to return either.

The old steward scanned the group, noting their diverse expressions, cupped his hands, and said, "Everyone, I’ve said all I can, until we meet again!"

Though he spoke of meeting again, he knew in his heart that many of them would never be seen again.

Among them, some had good relationships with him and often socialized.

Yet now as they parted, another meeting seemed a distant reality.

Without waiting for a response, the old steward led the people of the Left Minister’s Mansion to leave the city.

The Left Minister’s Mansion had many people, and with the old steward’s adept management, had plentiful reserves of grain and oil, enough to last for some time.

The top priority now was to quickly fetch the spirit spring for the Left Minister to make tea, and after he calms down, start planning for the future.

Though the old steward didn’t want to admit it, since the Left Minister publicly opposed the people’s transfer, he’d already been abandoned by the Zhao clan.

Or else, how could it be that while half the court officials left, the Left Minister still hadn’t received transfer orders?

The old steward knew the Left Minister actually regretted it, but his pride stopped him from bowing to the emperor and pleading.

However, should the emperor offer the Left Minister a step down, he would surely be willing to transfer.

But for some reason, the usually kind emperor did not compromise with the prime minister he once most valued.

There were even palace rumors that the empress remarked, if the Left Minister was unwilling to leave, then let him stay.

Though these words couldn’t be verified, the old steward’s ominous feeling only grew stronger.

He secretly guessed the emperor might intend to make the Left Minister an example, like killing a chicken to warn the monkeys.

With that thought, the old steward quickened his pace.

Fetching water for the Left Minister was not out of flattery, but to delay him and prevent him from suspecting any betrayal.

The old steward needed a chance, an opportunity to leave with his whole family while the Left Minister was unaware.

He hadn’t lived long enough and didn’t want to die with the Left Minister!

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