Quick Transmigration: Kitten's Healing Handbook - Chapter 65
Chapter 65: Raccoon Dog! To Combat! 20
Liuli saw Zhou Qingyan looking at her, leaped down the tree trunk, and directly returned to the shared room of Li’er and the others.
She had just seen struggle in Zhou Qingyan’s eyes; it was his normal person’s conscience at work, but she also saw that he had a little conscience, but not much.
Zhou Qingyan, as a human, only felt some inner condemnation for his remaining conscience toward his own kind.
Liuli’s personally going to see Zhou Qingyan tonight was only to confirm this point. How the future world would be, she didn’t know, but in this world, she should prepare to say goodbye to Zhou Qingyan.
Liuli did not have the strange habit of punishing herself for others; actively abandoning the mission was impossible. The one in this world who deserved to be struck by lightning was clearly not her; why should she be punished?
From now on, whenever there’s a chance, I’ll disappear!
She also figured out that Jia Yu was helping Zhou Qingyan strategize, and the Imperial Throne wasn’t far from him.
There’s an old saying that goes, “Those who achieve great things do not stick to minor details. ” Conscience can be abandoned once, and there will be countless times. As long as people are not bound by secular conventions, many difficulties will be easily solved.
But isn’t it precisely because humans established their own rules and bottom lines that they are different from animals? If these are abandoned, what’s the difference from beasts?
Three days later, Jia Yu, carrying Zhou Qingyan’s military order, went to the military camp on the border, opened the army’s granary. The remaining grain in the granary was considerable; after all, border wars could start at any time, and the consumption of grain during wartime was much higher than usual, so the monthly delivery of military grain was always more than enough.
Jia Yu chose a very clever time to open the army’s granary. In a few days, a new batch of military grain would arrive; even if two-thirds of the grain in the granary were taken away, it wouldn’t affect the normal food supply of the military camp.
With the relief of military grain, the surviving refugees finally were able to eat a normal bowl of rice porridge every day.
Jia Yu naturally wouldn’t miss such a good opportunity to publicize the sacrifices Zhou Qingyan made for the commoners. For everyone to be able to eat, he privately opened the military granary. If this were serious, it would be a capital offense.
At this point, the people who were still alive were basically in a state of mind where they would eat their own kind just to survive; neither their psychology nor their physiology supported them to have more thoughts. This perfectly illustrates what “Whoever feeds you is your mother” means.
Whoever gave them a bite to eat, allowing them to survive, even if they needed to repay that person with their lives later, it would be appropriate.
Five days later, the disaster relief funds finally arrived in Nanzhou City along with this month’s military grain. The belated grace was cheaper than grass. They accepted the food, but they only remembered Zhou Qingyan’s kindness.
The people of Nanzhou City were of one heart at this moment. If Zhou Qingyan were to rebel, it seemed they would also follow, not in vain for the Prince risking his life to open the military granary and relieve them.
The disaster relief funds were delivered to the Nanzhou City prefecture, which would uniformly allocate and distribute them to the nearby disaster-stricken villages and towns. Of course, the ultimate authority was in Jia Yu’s hands. What he could do for the Prince was to not waste any opportunity that could advance the Prince’s position.
At this time, a luxurious and exquisite carriage slowly stopped outside the Prince’s Mansion, forming a stark contrast with Nanzhou City, which had been severely damaged by months of drought.
Inside the carriage, a gilded incense burner emitted wisps of blue smoke, but the carefully blended spices still couldn’t cover the increasingly strong smell of decay that permeated Nanzhou.
The girl leaned against the gold-threaded cushion, her brows slightly furrowed, not concealing her disgust and dissatisfaction. A gold hairpin with embroidered phoenixes and peacocks, adorned with eastern pearls, hung down beside her temples. Vermilion gauze, lightly veiled, cascaded from both sides of her pearl crown. The gauze was pressed down by strings of pearls to cover her mouth and nose, but even so, it couldn’t block the unpleasant smell.
The girl was the Crown Prince and Zhou Qingyan’s own sister, Seventh Princess Zhou Jincheng.
Along the way, she was full of resentment: “Crown Prince Brother, knowing that this Princess and Third Imperial Brother have a rift, still asked this Princess to use the excuse of avoiding a marriage to test Third Imperial Brother’s sympathy. Crown Prince Brother, are you crazy?!”
Zhu’er, the Seventh Princess’s Head Palace Maid, silently lowered her head every time the princess complained, not daring to show any emotion.
Seventh Princess’s pampered and tyrannical nature was unmatched even by Sixth Prince Zhou Qingmu. This was a flower truly raised with meticulous care from a young age. Except for the Crown Prince and Third Prince, whom she couldn’t defeat, anyone or anything that displeased her would be dealt with. If she couldn’t deal with it, the Emperor and Empress would do it for her.
So, let alone hearing the princess scolding the Crown Prince. As the princess’s Head Palace Maid, she had seen the princess and Crown Prince fight before. The Crown Prince didn’t even dare to fight back. If it really reached the Emperor and Empress, no matter what, it would not be the princess’s fault.
And this time, she also thought the princess was right. It was really unbelievable if the Third Prince would believe that a princess, who had been raised like this, should be sent to a political marriage.
While talking, when the person who went to report returned, Zhu’er first got off the carriage and spread the prepared silk on the ground before asking the driver to lift the curtain and help the princess out of the carriage.
Entering the Prince’s Mansion gate, Zhou Jincheng became even more resentful: “The servants in your mansion responsible for cleaning are so irresponsible. This Princess will punish them on behalf of Third Imperial Brother. Drag the servants responsible for cleaning outside the Front Hall and give them twenty large boards. Let all the servants watch and see what happens to those who slack off.
It’s a pity for my gold-threaded embroidered shoes; I won’t want them if the soles are dirty. ”
The servants nearby were also resentful, but Seventh Princess’s reputation was far-reaching. None of them dared to resist: “This servant will go and notify the Butler. ”
This servant followed the rules very well. Zhou Jincheng was relieved, holding Zhu’er’s hand and letting another servant lead the way to the study to find Zhou Qingyan.
Zhou Jincheng entered the study and began her acting. Tears streamed down her face, without a trace of the arrogance she had displayed at the gate.
“Third Imperial Brother, you must seek justice for Chen’er. Zhou Qingyuan, that villain, instigated Father Emperor to send me to a political marriage. ”
When Zhou Jincheng shed tears, Zhou Qingyan’s first reaction was indeed worry and heartache, but as soon as Zhou Jincheng finished speaking, Zhou Qingyan regained his composure.
“Imperial Sister, rest assured. Now that the border is peaceful and the foreign countries are weak, Father Emperor will not make you marry politically. ”
“This Princess doesn’t care. I came all this way to seek refuge with Imperial Brother; I don’t want to just go back! ”
“Imperial Sister, you also saw the situation in Nanzhou City: drought, famine, extreme heat. There are no ice buckets, food is scarce, there’s no fine food, and you can’t eat enough. In this situation, I also asked the Butler to exempt the servants from part of their work. Imperial Sister, you won’t be comfortable staying here. ”
Zhou Qingyan glanced at Zhou Jincheng’s gold-threaded embroidered shoes, which were stained with dust.
“You told someone to notify the Butler to punish the servants. I have already told them to let them go. The servants in the mansion only eat one meal a day. Not to mention the twenty boards you ordered, five boards would kill them. “