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... to the south, the people in the Capital all panicked. This clearly meant that they were going to be abandoned.

If the royal family left, the Capital would no longer be the Capital. The army guarding the Capital would also withdraw. At that time, the Capital would really become an empty shell. Anyone could enter as they pleased. Ordinary people like them who could not follow would be treated like abandoned children. No matter what the outcome was, no one would treat them well.

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