In the Imperial Garden.

Accompanied by Gao Yang's words, Wu Zhao couldn't help but look solemn.

A trace of worry appeared on her face.

"How could I not know this? But in recent years, Great Qian has suffered from continuous natural disasters, and the grain in the national treasury is already scarce. In Guanzhong, there are millions of people, and if millions are affected by the disaster, there will be refugees everywhere. How can this be resolved?"