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"This place is dangerous, go back quickly!"

Ye Zhenzhen didn't expect to see her father here. She felt inexplicably excited and happy. However, due to the running around and anxiety all night, she said in a hoarse voice, "Dad, I finally found you."

Before she finished her words, Ye Zhenzhen coughed violently again. The sound seemed to be more violent than last night, making people feel nervous.

Seeing this, Ye Zhengqing frowned and asked anxiously, "How long have you been suffering from this symptom?"

The nanny next to her immediately replied, "About three or four days."

Ye Zhengqing did not have time to hesitate and quickly asked the people around him to take Ye Zhenzhen and the nanny away.

Ye Zhenzhen glanced at Jiang Nianwei, feeling quite helpless. She had just reunited with her father, but her father did not look happy, with a frown on his face.

Because other people in this temple also came into contact with them indirectly, Ye Zhengqing had to act with caution.

He politely explained to the officers, "Unfortunately, this place has been infected with the plague, and it is very contagious. For your safety, please follow me to another place for temporary shelter. As long as you are in good health after three days, I will naturally arrange for you to leave."

The officers looked at each other in confusion. After communicating with each other, they realized that Ye Zhengqing was the local county magistrate and had no choice but to obey his orders.

Huguan Town was suddenly hit by a plague, and the people were in panic. In order to control the situation, Ye Zhengqing decided to go there himself, go deep into the epidemic area, and do his best to deal with this sudden disaster.

He had been away from home for more than a month, but there was no letter from home. Ye Zhenzhen then sneaked out with her nanny to look for her father. Fortunately, the people here were simple and honest, and she did not suffer any other accidents. But judging from the current situation, she was most likely infected with the plague.

"Master Ye, excuse me, how long has this epidemic lasted?"

Ye Zhengqing then turned his gaze to the girl standing quietly beside him. She was dressed simply, but her beauty could not be concealed.

He pondered for a moment and said slowly: "If you think about it carefully, this epidemic has been raging for more than two months. Although there have been outbreaks in previous years, they were usually brought under control within a month. Who would have thought that this year would be so difficult."

"So, have the doctors in the city found a cure?"

Ye Zhengqing shook his head gently, a helpless look on his face. "If there was a good remedy, why would the epidemic last so long? We have tried a variety of herbs and treatments, but the effect is minimal. The epidemic is still raging in the town, and now it seems that it has spread to the surrounding areas."

Jiang Nianwei had already understood the general situation. She recalled it carefully and remembered that in order to control the spread of the epidemic once and for all, the government ordered the burning of all the villages that had become plague-stricken areas. Countless people were burned to death, and the people were crying and wailing.

Eventually, due to the influence of wind direction, the fire spread to the mountainous area in the south. The originally green mountains were covered in a sea of ​​fire. The flames shot up into the sky, reflecting a doomsday scene and causing extremely heavy losses. Ye Zhengqing's family also died in the fire.

She was about to open her mouth to continue asking questions, but was interrupted by Jiang Hao beside her.

"Plague, if there really is a plague, I won't go. I'm not sick. Being exiled is miserable enough. Why do you want to lock us up?"

Jiang Shen was also quite dissatisfied, "That's right, we still don't know where that will be?"

Jiang Yan gently stroked his graying beard with a complicated expression. He looked at the unreasonable appearance of his eldest brother's family and couldn't help feeling a little ashamed: "If the epidemic is not controlled, more people will be infected."

"That has nothing to do with us!"

Jiang Lanxu took action. He quickly covered Jiang Hao's chattering mouth, and his tone was serious and warning: "Jiang Hao, listen to me carefully. If you dare to say one more word, I won't punish you so easily. Those policemen are much more cruel than me."

Jiang Hao was frightened by these words and his face turned pale. He immediately closed his mouth and dared not make any sound.

So they had no choice but to follow Ye Zhengqing back. Along the way, Ye Zhengqing learned that the person they were escorting was the former Imperial Censor Jiang Yan. Although Ye Zhengqing had never met him before, every time he heard about his deeds, his heart was filled with respect.

After settling them in the isolated house, Ye Zhengqing specially invited Jiang Yan and asked him many questions. Jiang Yan answered them patiently without any complaints.

Before they parted, Jiang Yan suddenly remembered Jiang Nianwei's instructions. He said to Ye Zhengqing solemnly, "Master Ye, my daughter Nianwei knows a little about medicine. She once told me that after we return, we must have someone boil the medicine for your daughter to take. I hope Master Ye can keep it in mind."

When Ye Zhengqing returned to the town, he invited the most experienced doctor in the town to treat Ye Zhenzhen.

"Doctor, what is my daughter's condition?" Ye Zhengqing asked anxiously.

The doctor sighed heavily and said slowly: "Miss Ye's condition is very serious. I'm afraid... I'm afraid she is already terminally ill. According to my previous experience, at this point, I'm afraid there is no way to save her. We can only prepare for her funeral."

When Ye Zhengqing heard this, his heart felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer, and his face turned extremely pale in an instant, "Is there really no other way?"

The doctor shook his head silently and said helplessly: "Master Ye, you have seen that this plague has caused so many people to suffer. I also want to find a cure. But...but Miss Ye's condition is too serious."

Seeing Ye Zhenzhen and the nanny being isolated in the room, he could only stand outside and forced a smile.

Ye Zhenzhen took out the bag of herbs from her bosom. She gently held up the herbs and said in a slightly weak but firm voice, "Dad, this is the medicine that girl gave me. She told me that as long as I take it for three consecutive days, my condition will get better."

He felt mixed emotions. Even the miracle doctors were helpless to treat the disease. How could a young girl have the magic to bring the patient back to life?

Tears sparkled in Ye Zhenzhen's eyes. She stared at her father outside the window, her voice trembling slightly: "Dad, I believe her. She can tell me all my symptoms."

Listening to her daughter's pleading voice, she remembered Jiang Yan's instructions. Since she was helpless now, she might as well give it a try. "Okay, let's try."

Ye Zhengqing showed the herbs to the doctor, who was surprised. "I understand these herbs, but I'm not sure what this white object is."

The doctor put it under his nose and sniffed it, but could not smell any special smell, and could not tell what medicine it was. He did not have any hope for this, thinking that these medicines might only provide some consolation.

Originally, Ye Zhengqing just wanted to give it a try, but he never thought that three days later, the development of the matter was beyond his expectations.

Ye Zhenzhen's symptoms actually began to gradually ease, and the nanny who was taking the medicine with her also showed obvious signs of improvement.

At this moment, Ye Zhengqing suddenly realized that he had really underestimated Jiang Yan's daughter. This prescription actually had miraculous effects!

He was excited and couldn't wait to tell Jiang Yan the good news. Just as he was about to leave, a messenger from his superior suddenly arrived at his house.

"Lord Ye, this is..." The messenger held a letter in his hand with a solemn expression on his face.

Ye Zhengqing's heart trembled, knowing that this might be an urgent order or important instruction from a superior official.

He immediately suppressed the joy in his heart, took the letter, and read it carefully. The more he read, the heavier his expression became.

Before the messenger left, he reminded Lord Ye softly, "Lord Ye, the person above has specifically told you that if you don't want to get involved, there are others willing to take over, and you can't afford the consequences."

Ye Zhengqing looked dazed, staring at the letter in his hand with a dazed look.

The glaring handwriting on the letter seemed to carry an indescribable heaviness that made his heart tremble.

What was described above actually required him to deal with all the patients infected with the plague, and even to burn down all the villages where the plague was particularly serious to prevent future troubles.

The messenger's last words meant to tell him that if he did not obey, stronger people would be sent to carry out the task, and he would not be able to escape the blame.

If this were to happen, wouldn't that mean we would be abandoning all the people? Moreover, a cure for the plague has now been found.

Ye Zhengqing was conflicted and thought about it over and over again. Finally, he couldn't hold back and rode the horse straight to Jiang Yan's residence.

He mentioned the matter tactfully and cautiously, hoping to find a foolproof plan from Jiang Yan that would both protect the people and curb the spread of the plague.

The conversation between the two happened to be heard clearly by Jiang Nianwei who was standing nearby.

After a brief thought, she said to Lord Ye bluntly, "Lord Ye, those villages should indeed be burned down."

Ye Zhengqing sighed deeply: "Miss Jiang, your prescription really saved my daughter's life, and I am very grateful for it. However, as the parent official of this land, I cannot ignore the lives of so many people."

Jiang Nianwei explained slowly, "Lord Ye, please allow me to explain in detail. You need to transfer all the villagers infected with the disease to one village for centralized treatment. As for the other villages, in order to prevent the further spread of the plague, I am afraid you will have to burn them down with great pain. However, you already have my prescription. As long as you follow the prescription, all the patients will be cured within three months. In this way, you are also following the orders from above, and the people are also safe. Isn't it the best of both worlds?"

Ye Zhengqing thought about it carefully, and suddenly realized something. He nodded excitedly, "You are right, you are right, Miss Jiang, you have helped a lot, but there are so many people, how can we gather them together?"

"Every citizen who comes to seek treatment will be given a bag of rice, and the post-epidemic cleanup work must be done well, only then will the people be willing."

Ye Zhengqing gritted his teeth and said, "Just listen to what Miss Jiang says."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to kneel down, "You not only saved my poor daughter's life, but also saved countless people in this land. I, Ye Zhengqing, will never forget this kindness in my life."

"You must not do this. I only have some superficial ideas. How can I deserve such a great honor from you, my Lord?"

Jiang Yan and Jiang Nianwei hurriedly helped Ye Zhengqing up. Along the way, they had seen too many greedy officials. Ye Zhengqing was a clean stream in the officialdom and they all respected him.

Whether for her or for her father, they did not want to see such a good official die, and doing this would also save the people in the town.

Furthermore, by preventing the spread of the plague, the risk of family members getting sick can be reduced.

After Jiang Nianwei exchanged the pills in the space, she still packaged them in the same way as before.

The Chinese medicine was provided by the Chinese medicine shop in the town, and Jiang Nianwei only provided those unknown pills.

Ye Zhengqing has always been decisive in his work. He quickly mobilized his men to gather together all the villagers infected with the plague in several villages.

When the villagers heard that there was an opportunity to receive free medical treatment and a bag of life-saving rice, they all came forward to gather.

After all, in this difficult time when the plague is raging, being able to have a full meal is a great happiness.

Ye Zhengqing sent people to work day and night to boil medicinal soup and distribute it to every villager in need.

After Ye Zhenzhen recovered, she joined the ranks of distributing medicines. Jiang Nianwei and Jiang Lanxu were also allowed to participate in making the medicine.

Jiang Nianwei took out her specially made masks and asked everyone who distributed the medicine to wear them. After each distribution, they were disinfected with distilled high-concentration alcohol to reduce the possibility of infection.

The patients, with pale faces, thin bodies, and emaciated bodies, took the medicine and pills in an orderly manner, and then happily took away a bag of rice.

Ye Zhengqing followed Jiang Nianwei's plan. He first arranged the protective measures meticulously to ensure that there were no mistakes. Then, he carefully inspected every corner of the village to find out if there were any remaining villagers.

Only after confirming that there were no other villagers in the village did he feel relieved and prepare for the next step.

He took advantage of the favorable opportunity at sunset when the wind was blowing eastward and ordered the burning of several villages where the plague was most severe. This way, the fire would not spread to the mountains in the south and there was a river in the east, so it would not cause too much danger.

The flames shot up into the sky, illuminating the night sky. The villages and livestock carcasses that had been ravaged by the plague were reduced to ashes in the sea of ​​fire.

A man in black clothes rushed here, and the scene before him made his heart sink.

Not far away, thick smoke rose into the sky like a giant beast, swallowing up the sky and making the surroundings gray.

He gripped the reins tightly, a trace of anxiety and unwillingness flashed in his eyes, "Could it be that I still failed to arrive in time?"

At this moment, several secret guards appeared silently around him. One of them stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, we have checked. Those villages... have been devoured by the flames, but there is no one inside. It's just the empty villages that are burning."

Prince Yu frowned slightly, a trace of doubt surged in his heart, and then he suddenly realized: "Could this idea come from Ye Zhengqing?"

"During this period of time, Ye Zhengqing has only had some interactions with Jiang Yan, and there has been no other frequent exchanges. In this case, this method is most likely a strategy that Jiang Yan came up with."

Jiang Yan? Doesn’t that mean he has a relationship with Jiang Nianwei again? He seems to be getting more and more interested in her.

She is clearly just an abandoned woman, but her courage and strategy are far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Suddenly, he recalled the scene of her playing the piano that day, and an inexplicable throbbing surged in his heart. After a moment of silence, Prince Yu said in a deep voice: "You continue to secretly guard Jiang Yan and his group to ensure their safety."

Prince Yu paused, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and continued: "In addition, you must pay close attention to her ex-husband's every move. Their dealings, no matter how big or small, must be reported to me one by one. Remember, there must not be any omissions. By the way, I heard that Jiang Jiadalang's wife just gave birth to a son. You should think of a way to send them a milk-producing ewe."

The secret guards could understand some of the first few instructions, but the last one was incomprehensible.

A milk-producing ewe? How could the prince pay attention to such trivial matters?

But the prince's arrangement had its reasons, and they did not dare to ask more questions.

His long, dark hair was tied up into a high ponytail, swaying slightly in the strong east wind. He tilted his head slightly, with a faint arc at the corner of his lips, "Others, there is no need to follow me. I have other arrangements during this time."