"Don't go buying it again in the future."
Chen Sansi sent Wang Li to find out if it was true and reminded him at the same time.
Subjectively, Zhao Wuji might not have forced others.
Objectively, perhaps not.
Just imagine.
There's a war going on outside, and you're hiding at home day and night when suddenly a Martial Saint covered in blood, holding a knife, comes to your door, puts ten taels of silver in your hand, and says, "Friend, how about selling me a pancake."
In such a situation, you're probably too scared not to sell.
Right now, every household in the city has shut their doors and windows tightly, too afraid to show themselves, fearing the Beiliang Army driven by starvation might raid their food supplies.
People when full and when starving are two entirely different creatures.
But the Beiliang Army must not take even a hair's breadth from the people, this has always been an ironclad rule.
Even if it means dying of starvation!
