Regent, the princess you found is a treasure

The plague in Danyang City spread faster and the number of infected people continued to increase. The people in the city fell into panic, and the soldiers in the barracks were no exception. They should have fought bravely on the battlefield, but now they are facing a threat to their lives. Are they really going to die from this plague?

A large number of disaster victims from all over the country gathered outside the city, many of whom began to show symptoms of physical discomfort. These disaster victims wanted to enter the city to seek shelter and treatment, but the defenders told them that Danyang City had been blocked and they could neither enter nor leave.

In desperation, the victims could only be trapped outside the city and barely survive by eating tree bark and leaves.

The atmosphere in the meeting hall of the Danyang City government office was solemn. General Duan and General Wei were sitting there with anxious looks on their faces.

"I didn't expect this plague to be so serious that even the imperial physician was helpless. How should we deal with it now?" General Wei said worriedly.

General Duan had not expected that this expedition would not go smoothly at all. The abnormal weather had rained heavily for more than half a month. First there were floods everywhere, and now there was a plague. Even the imperial doctors had no way to treat this disease. What should he do? Now a small number of people in the army have been infected with the plague, and the number is increasing. Are he and these soldiers going to die here?

"Oh." Thinking of this, General Duan couldn't help but sigh deeply.

"A lot of disaster victims have come from outside the city, and many of them are probably sick. What do you think we should do?" General Wei asked again.

"Let someone deliver some food outside the city. Do we have the ability to take care of the rest?" General Duan said.

He is now extremely worried. If these imperial doctors cannot find a way to cure the plague, Danyang City may become a dead city.

Time flies, and the days go by. The plague in Danyang City becomes more and more rampant, and civilians and soldiers continue to die from the disease. General Duan has no choice but to temporarily pile up the dead in one place. However, as time goes by, the stench from the piles of corpses becomes stronger and more nauseating. Groups of crows are circling over Danyang City, smelling the stench, and the whole city seems to be shrouded in the shadow of death.

The city was filled with the heart-wrenching cries of the people who had lost their loved ones, and the helpless cries of children. General Duan walked through the city with a heavy heart. Even though he covered his mouth and nose with a piece of white cloth, the guards beside him kept urging him to return to the government office.

"General, this place is dangerous. Let's go back to the government office as soon as possible! If we stay outside for too long, we will easily get infected." The guard advised worriedly.

"Am I still afraid of being infected now?" General Duan said angrily: "So many people have been infected, but I can do nothing. I have to watch them die in front of me. Do you still want me to hide in the government office and not come out? Then am I still a general?" The guard quickly shut up.

Someone saw General Duan coming with a group of guards. Judging from the scene, he must be a high-ranking official!

The people gathered around, and the guards hurriedly separated the crowd. They were going to drive them away, but the general waved his hand and ordered them to stop. Even so, the guards still made sure that the people kept a certain distance from the general.

"Sir, please save us!" The people knelt down in front of General Duan and begged bitterly.

Now, the court has stipulated that residents in Danyang City are only allowed to enter the city and are not allowed to leave. They have not been infected yet, but if they cannot leave this place, they will die.

"Don't worry, everyone. The doctors sent by the emperor are doing their best to find a solution. I believe they will be able to cure you soon." General Duan had no choice but to comfort the people. "I will also stay in the city and overcome the difficulties with you all."

How could the people respond to the general's words? Although the imperial physician sent by the court had arrived, the plague was not under control and was still spreading. Who among them was not panicking? Who didn't want to live? But...

The people could only shake their heads, support each other, and leave slowly and silently in groups of three or two.

Looking at the backs of these people walking away, General Duan felt very sad. He watched the people of his country suffer, but he was powerless to do anything... He felt powerless.

General Duan walked slowly towards the military camp without saying a word, frowning and looking solemn. When he entered the military camp, the scene he saw was several times worse than he had imagined. The soldiers who were unfortunately infected with the plague were isolated in specific tents. Although the military camp had tried its best to provide them with potions, it seemed that there was no significant effect after drinking them.

Some of the soldiers who originally had mild symptoms were now getting worse because they were in the same room with those with serious illnesses. General Duan was extremely anxious and wanted to rush into the tent to check on the soldiers, but he was strongly stopped by the officers and guards in the barracks.

"Sir, don't be impulsive! This is too dangerous!" a military doctor shouted anxiously.

Even the guards who were responsible for protecting the general's safety stopped him without hesitation, fearing that something might happen to the general.

General Duan had no choice but to stop outside the tent and listen quietly to the soldiers' pleas and cries coming from inside.

He tried hard to hold back the tears rolling in his eyes, looked up at the sky which was finally letting out a ray of bright sunshine, and prayed silently in his heart: Oh God, if there is a hero who can save the people in this city and these poor soldiers at this moment, I will be willing to do it even if it costs me any price!

When he returned to the government office, a small leader guarding the city gate came in a hurry to report: "Sir! Sir! It's not good! Those disaster victims who originally gathered outside the city are now heading towards Qingdu City in twos and threes!"

General Duan frowned and asked quickly, "What happened? Why did these disaster victims suddenly change direction and head towards Qingdu City?"

The little leader took a breath and continued, "I heard people talking on the city wall. They said that Qingdu City was distributing a magical pill to the victims who came to Qingdu City. It is said that as long as you take this pill, you will be cured even if you are infected with the plague! Moreover, it is the regent and the princess who personally led the people to distribute it! Not only that, they also distribute food to the victims every day."

General Duan was half-believing and half-doubting after hearing this. He really couldn't believe that these Yuan people would actually save the people of Beiliang. You know, there is a deep hatred between the two countries!

"Are you serious?" General Duan stared at the little leader and asked seriously.

The little leader patted his chest and answered affirmatively: "Your Excellency, these are what I heard from the disaster victims with my own ears, and I dare not say a single lie!"

General Duan was silent for a moment, thinking to himself: Could it be that these Yuan people really have some way to cure the plague?