Don't worry, I have food, money and space.

Cheng Zimo asked for trouble: "Since you are going to Shanghe Village, I will go back first. My old injury has relapsed and it is quite serious."

After hearing what Cheng Zimo said, Chang Ping looked at Cheng Zimo in confusion. He looked around but did not find anything wrong with his master.

Cheng Zimo felt Chang Ping's naked gaze. He looked at Chang Ping coldly, and Chang Ping immediately lowered his head and followed Cheng Zimo out of the Imperial Master's Mansion.

Ever since the Imperial Master left, Cheng Zimo has been recuperating in his house and would not go out unless necessary.

Yang Wenyu quietly came to Cheng Zimo's residence that night and said seriously, "Brother Cheng, my people have sent a letter. I think I need to come to discuss something with you."

Hearing this, Cheng Zimo looked up at Yang Wenyu, wondering if this guy had anything to discuss with him? Was it a business matter or something else?

Just as Cheng Zimo was daydreaming, Cheng Zimo quickly gave him an answer: "Brother Cheng, should we secretly raise a batch of food and send it to Xianhe Town? There was a serious snowstorm there."

"My people said it was an avalanche, and the affected area is very large. If the court doesn't take care of it, there will be refugees soon." Yang Wenyu told everything he knew in one breath.

Cheng Zimo looked at Yang Wenyu calmly: "Your sister has already told me about this matter, but I have to find someone in the court to spread this matter."

Yang Wenyu lowered his head and thought: "You said my sister wrote to you? She didn't even write to me, she actually wrote to you first."

Cheng Zimo's mouth curled up: "In fact, you wrote to me first, but you didn't. I don't think we need to secretly transport the grain. Your sister is very capable. Why don't we buy it from her?"

Cheng Zimo thought of a possibility, the corners of his mouth curved, and he couldn't wait to urge Yang Wenyu to leave: "Is there anything else? I'm busy."

Yang Wenyu opened his eyes wide and pointed at himself: "You actually want to drive me away, do you know how much money I made for you?"

Cheng Zimo looked at Yang Wenyu calmly: "Hmm? You want to stay here?"

Yang Wenyu originally wanted to struggle a little more, but when he saw Cheng Zimo's dark eyes, he immediately changed his mind: "Well, I still have a lot of things to deal with in my house, and my stepmother is still jumping around."

After seeing Yang Wenyu leave, Cheng Zimo called Chang Ping in and said, "Go and tell our people about the avalanche and refugees in Xianhe Town, Nanli Prefecture."

"Let them report this matter to the emperor at the morning court tomorrow, and then find a way to get him to let me go to provide disaster relief." Cheng Zimo felt relieved when he thought of this person who was sometimes delicate and soft and sometimes fierce.

When Chang Ping heard what his master said, he went out to carry out the mission without any hesitation.

At the morning court the next day, things turned out just as he had imagined. His people reported the events of Xianhe Town to the emperor. After the emperor learned the truth, he was furious.

Although he was furious, he still needed to send people to Nanli Prefecture to provide disaster relief. He couldn't just stand by and watch. Since ancient times, disaster relief not only earned him credit, but also filled his own pocket.

Therefore, officials in the court argued endlessly about this. They all hoped that their people could go to provide disaster relief so that they could also get a share of the pie.

There was endless debate in the court, and the emperor didn't know who to let go. He looked around and found that Cheng Zimo didn't come to the court. He felt a little unhappy: "Does anyone know why Prince Mo didn't come to the court?"

The Minister of Personnel is on the side of the Crown Prince. He was already on guard against Cheng Zimo and would not miss any opportunity to discredit him. "Your Majesty, Prince Mo is not feeling well, so he will not attend the court today."

"Unwell? How could a prince like him not be able to endure this little pain? Since I ascended the throne, I have never missed a court session. Even when I was sick, I would still attend the court session. This Prince Mo is really outstanding. He actually didn't come to the court session."

"Someone, go and invite Prince Mo over. If he can't get out of bed, have someone bring him here with the bed." The emperor was really mad. This rebellious son was so pretentious.

A eunuch led his men and ran quickly towards Prince Mo's Mansion. He was the person secretly arranged by Cheng Zimo, so naturally he had to catch up now.

"Prince, convey the emperor's oral order, Prince Xuanmo to enter the palace." Eunuch Jia said to Cheng Zimo while standing in front of the bed.

Eunuch Jia looked at Cheng Zimo, who was lying on the bed with a pale face, and felt distressed. He whispered, "Your Majesty, the emperor asked you to come to the palace to discuss the avalanche in Nanli Mansion."

Cheng Zimo glanced at Eunuch Jia and said nothing, but said weakly: "Eunuch Jia, I'm so sorry, my old injury has relapsed, I'm afraid I can't go to court."

Eunuch Jia said softly, "Your Highness, the Emperor has ordered that if Your Highness is unable to walk, then even the bed must be carried up to the palace."

Cheng Zimo had long expected the emperor to do this, and he struggled to get up: "Don't bother you, Changping Mansion, I will get up and change my clothes for me."

About a quarter of an hour later, Cheng Zimo was carried into the hall by Chang Ping. When everyone saw Cheng Zimo's weak appearance, some felt distressed, some looked disgusted, in short, there were all kinds of expressions, all of which were seen by Cheng Zimo.

The emperor thought Cheng Zimo was faking illness, so he asked the eunuch to find the imperial physician to treat Cheng Zimo: "My son, I didn't even know you were so ill. Someone, go get the chief of the Imperial Hospital."

The emperor took this opportunity to ask, "Mo'er, have you heard about the snowstorm in Nanli Prefecture?"

Cheng Zimo coughed, motioned Chang Ping to put him down, and after he stood firm, he said, "Reporting to the Emperor, I have heard a little about the disaster relief in Nanli Prefecture."

"Only heard about it vaguely? Then have you come up with any solution?" the emperor continued to ask.

"Father, I am a warrior. I know nothing about these things except fighting. Why don't you ask the crown prince?" Cheng Zimo said without missing a single thing.

"Humph! No matter how much you talk about the royal descendants of the Ye family, how can you say that you don't understand these things? If your behavior is known to others, won't you be ridiculed?"

"Father, why are they laughing at me? I don't want to be an emperor. I just like fighting."

The emperor snorted and stopped talking, but his expression was obviously much better than before, which showed that Cheng Zimo's words made him feel much better.

After all, no one likes someone coveting his position all day long, especially when that person is his son. Moreover, this son, apart from being good at fighting and having high prestige among the people, is likely to be hiding his incompetence.