You are asked to marry in place of the tyrant, and you allow the tyrant to send you to marry?

"Du Zhirou, are you... sure this medicine is brewed according to this recipe?"

Seeing Du Zhirou scooping medicine for the refugees one spoonful at a time, Du Qingwan suddenly became anxious.

There was suspicion in his clear eyes and his heart was pounding.

"Yes! What? Sister suspects there is something wrong with this medicine?

If you ask me, sister, if you are jealous of my medical skills, you might as well leave here early.

Lest these refugees find out that the medicine I prepared is more effective than yours, they will all come and attack you later!"

Du Zhirou spoke calmly, with a smug look on her lips, looking very confident.

Du Qingwan originally wanted to persuade Du Zhirou, but when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them back immediately.

"Du Zhirou, you are asking for trouble! Zhao'er, let's go!"

Du Qingwan knew very well that Du Zhirou was hopelessly insane, and for a moment she was too lazy to pay attention to her anymore. So she pointed at her and scolded her coldly, then quickly turned around and left.

"Sister, walk slowly!"

Du Zhirou naturally did not try to persuade her to stay. She pretended to smile and watched her leave, with a smug look on her face.

"Come and drink it quickly! After drinking this medicine, your plague will be cured immediately. This is not poison!"

After Du Qingwan and Wanyan Hongze walked away, Du Zhirou quickly called the refugees over and said with a smile.

In order to leave a good impression on the refugees and the people, Wanyan Hongwei also hurried to help scoop the medicine with a smile on his face.

It can be seen that the two of them are planning to completely steal the limelight from Du Qingwan and Wanyan Hongze.

Although Du Qingwan didn't quite understand the two people's true intentions, Wanyan Hongze knew it clearly.

"Hey! Wanyan Hongze, what are you still standing there for?

You...you don't want to go over and drink that medicine, do you?"

Du Qingwan called out several times, but seeing that Wanyan Hongze didn't respond, she simply walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder and asked.

Wanyan Hongze was distracted, but after being slapped by Du Qingwan, he immediately came to his senses and looked extremely embarrassed.

"Oh, no! I was just wondering, you knew that the prescription was not for the plague, why didn't you stop them just now?"

Wanyan Hongze raised his eyes and slowly looked towards Du Qingwan, very puzzled.

Du Qingwan was not at all surprised by Wanyan Hongze's question. She raised her eyes slightly and smiled.

"If Du Zhirou insists on saying that it is a medicine to cure the plague, then let her die!"

"I'm talking to Wan Yan Hongze, are you going to leave or not?

You said you would accompany me to the clinic, there are many people there waiting for me to treat them!"

Du Qingwan pretended to be mysterious and had no intention of staying here.

Upon hearing this, Wanyan Hongze naturally stopped talking nonsense.

Soon, the two left the palace side by side and went to the clinic.

"His Highness the Third Prince has a keen eye for talent. He was able to find a good woman like Concubine Rou, who also knows medical skills. Unlike the Queen, she has a beastly heart..."

"Yes! I said that the third prince is suitable to be the king..."

"The king was bewitched by the evil queen Du Qingwan, otherwise they would have given us poison to drink?"

Here, Du Zhirou and Wanyan Hongwei were very busy.

The praises received were unprecedented.

They are busy and happy.

The most important thing is that they are one step closer to their plan.

It was obvious that these refugees and civilians infected with the plague were in much better spirits after drinking Du Zhirou's medicine.

It's not hard to understand how much they were discussing ---

They would rather Wanyan Hongwei become the king of Loulan.

"Rou'er, you are really amazing. These refugees and civilians got better immediately after drinking our medicine.

I believe if we continue to give them the medicine for two or three days, they should recover soon.”

Wanyan Hongwei gently put down the spoon, reached out to brush away the messy bangs on Du Zhirou's forehead, and smiled slightly.

“It is Rou’er’s honor to be able to share the Third Prince’s worries.

But your Highness, look how tired you are. Hehe..."

Meeting Wanyan Hongwei's affectionate eyes, Du Zhirou couldn't help but blush and look shy.

"vomit---"

"Well---"

"How could this happen? Ugh!"

Suddenly, some people at the scene started vomiting uncontrollably, their faces turning pale.

Du Zhirou and Wanyan Hongwei panicked when they saw this.

The originally beautiful smile gradually froze, and she was completely at a loss.

"What the hell is going on? What...what did you give us to drink? Isn't it poison too?"

"Ah? Poison? Oh my God! My son!"

"Dad! Mom! Nothing can happen to you! Dad..."

Before the two men could come to their senses, several more people fell down, followed by another round of vomiting.

Wanyan Hongwei was stunned for a long while and still didn't understand.

He looked at Du Zhirou in confusion, pointed at the wailing refugees with a trembling finger, and asked in a cold voice:

"Du Zhirou! What on earth did you give them to drink?

They...how could they be like this? Tell me!"

Du Zhirou never dreamed that her kindness in providing medical treatment to refugees would lead to such doubts from Wanyan Hongze.

She felt very aggrieved, looked at Wanyan Hongwei pitifully, and explained with a tearful voice:

"Third Prince, I...I really don't know what's going on! But I can guarantee that there is absolutely no problem with this medicine!"

As Du Zhirou spoke, her eyes were very determined, and she raised three fingers and swore:

"Your Highness, if what Rou'er said is even a lie, I am willing to be struck by lightning, struck by five thunderbolts, or even die a miserable death!"

Seeing Du Zhirou's solemn promise, Wanyan Hongwei's heart softened immediately, and the anger on his face also diminished a lot.

"Okay! Rou'er, I believe you are the one. Someone, come here! Go and find out what's going on!"

"Yes! Your Highness!"

Although Wanyan Hongwei still had doubts in his heart, he thought that there might be a problem somewhere else, so he ordered people to investigate quickly.

Seeing that Wanyan Hongwei had calmed down a lot, Du Zhirou's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

But before she could even catch her breath, the refugees immediately attacked the two of them, each with a ferocious look on their faces, and they all looked like they wanted to bury them with them.

"Kill them! They must have poisoned the medicine on purpose because they didn't want to save us!"

"Yes! Kill them! This medicine must be poisonous!"

"Kill them! Kill them..."

Seeing the refugees and civilians running forward, Du Zhirou was instantly frightened and her face turned green.

She held Wanyan Hongwei's arm tightly and said with great fear:

"Your Highness, they... they may have really misunderstood me."

Du Zhirou spoke timidly. She closed her eyes and grabbed Wanyan Hongwei, but in her heart she couldn't help but curse the ancestors of those refugees.

Wanyan Hongwei knew that it was not advisable to stay here for long, so he immediately ordered people to control the refugees, and he took Du Zhirou away from the scene.

At this time, many refugees had already collapsed at the scene, vomiting violently and wailing, and the situation was almost out of control.

Seeing the seriousness of the situation, Jiang Han had no choice but to order the imperial guards to tie up all the rioting refugees and civilians, throw them into isolation areas separately, and keep them under strict surveillance.