"That's it. Prepare the people first. I'll ask for your help with the aftermath later."
It's not stubbornness that makes a person refuse to admit their mistakes. He didn't think he was wrong. After seeing the disaster caused by his decision, Ye Fengsheng had no reason to insist on not admitting his mistakes. No one can become a Saint or God. Admitting mistakes has never been his style.
It's hard to face.
When others suffer because of his decisions, and they shouldn't be treated, his family in Lu City will stick their necks out. The ancients should have the customs of the ancients. If they're wrong, they're wrong. If they change, they'll be fine.
Song Jianjia left in confusion, but this time she didn't say "do what you like," because she knew she lacked the ability to prevent Ye Fengsheng from what he was going to do next, so she gave up.
Knowing you can't do something, you don't need to waste energy doing it. It's a matter of course.
"Mr. Ye,"
