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"Husband, I want to get off here first!" Su Yanqiao called to the coachman, having just spotted her family's old residence outside the car window.
The Su Mansion now lay in ruin, a mere shell of what it had been, robbed and ransacked by countless waves of people, its grand gate dismantled.
Su Yanqiao bore an expression of deep anguish; she hadn't imagined that after just years away from her hometown, the changes would be so drastic.
Zhu Wencong held Su Yanqiao's small hand tightly. Jiangnan had long been the richest region in the East and a land that all powers contended for.
Whenever a new faction arose, Gusu would endure another wealth plundering—not merely to fund military expenses, but even more critically to resolve shortages of grain.
"Thousands of palace halls reduced to dust; rise and fall, the people suffer." Su Yanqiao lamented.
"I will rebuild Gusu!" Zhu Wencong said earnestly.
