As soon as Fan Mingyuan finished speaking, everyone fell silent.
"You came to the wrong place. How can I save them?" Song Jingchen laughed at himself and looked at Fan Mingyuan coldly.
His grandfather and father had not misjudged him. Fan Mingyuan had not changed at all. He was still a good official who only wanted to work for the people. Song Jingchen was the one who had changed.
Fan Mingyuan lowered his head and clenched his fists. He was struggling internally.
He knew that he shouldn't have come today, let alone said this. However, when he thought about the commoners who were homeless because of the harsh winter and were hungry because there was no food, he really couldn't stand by and do nothing.
Looking at the suffering victims, he seemed to see his younger self, who had once fled with his parents. If only he had helped them back then, his parents would not have died so early.
