Who put the yellow robe on me?

"Qingsong! We're so happy that you're fighting for our honor!"

He Xiaowei said to Qingsong, "But, Qingsong, not all problems can be solved with fists! We need to use our brains and think of ways to find the person behind the rumors! Can you help us find them?"

"Yeah!" Qingsong nodded, not quite understanding. He believed Jiang Chen! He believed what He Xiaowei said!

"Let's go and see how Uncle Zhang and the others are doing." Jiang Chen said, and took Qingsong and the other two away from the chaotic scene.

He knew that behind this rumor was the real enemy they had to face.

Jiang Chen and his group of four came to the west of the city.

I saw Uncle Zhang curled up in pain, his face covered with sweat, his body shaking constantly, obviously suffering from great pain.

Not far away, other people showed symptoms of plague. Some had splitting headaches and groaned while covering their heads.

Some people vomited continuously, and gastric juice mixed with blood sprayed on the ground. The scene was horrific.

There was a foul smell everywhere, and even daughters like He Xiaowei couldn't help but cover their noses.

Jiang Sirou was furious when she thought of the rumors that the group of kids had just spread.

"How could these people believe us and poison them?" Jiang Sirou was indignant. "They slandered us so much, we really shouldn't have saved them!"

"Thirteenth sister, now is not the time to fight. Instead, we have fallen into the enemy's trap."

Jiang Chen could understand Jiang Sirou's feelings, but if he didn't save her now, all his efforts would be in vain.

He Xiaowei nodded and took Jiang Sirou's hand. "Sister Rou, His Highness is right. Some people are trying to sabotage us because they can't stand our efforts to help the refugees. We can't act on impulse."

Jiang Sirou looked at He Xiaowei and nodded.

Jiang Chen had seen the situation of the refugees and had a plan in mind.

Just then, Yue'er and a team of guards came over with the prepared medicine.

Jiang Chen brought a team of guards and divided the west of the city into two areas.

Those who were infected with the plague were stationed in one area and settled down to take medicine. Those who were not infected with the plague were stationed in another area.

"Why do we listen to you?"

"You're asking us to go over there and wait to die?"

"Fellow villagers, he poisoned the porridge, but we didn't listen to him."

There was another riot among those who were infected with the plague.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Jiang Chen said coldly, "As everyone knows, there are very few Sichuan papayas left in the capital now, and almost all of them are in the soup we make."

"If you obey the instructions, you will have medicine to take. If you don't, then I'm sorry."

Amidst everyone's astonishment, Jiang Chen did not give anyone time to react.

"Yuer, go, do as I just said and have the guards take the medicine to that area."

"Yes!" Yue'er obediently did as she was told.

Jiang Chen was filled with emotion. The subsequent regional treatment had always been difficult to coordinate.

However, in the face of survival, the vast majority of people choose to compromise. They see hope and are unwilling to give up this only chance.

Jiang Chen also asked Han Qingsong to be responsible for distributing the medicine. Although Han Qingsong was not very old, his eyes were full of determination.

Seeing Jiang Chen and his team distributing medicine to the refugees for free, the refugees gradually became dependent on Jiang Chen and his team.

Jiang Chen was busy among the refugees, and He Xiaowei and Princess Thirteen were also helping to treat the patients, gradually winning everyone's trust.

He Xiaowei looked at the busy camp and said softly, "Giving out rice porridge and medicine has cost a lot of money. No wonder Grandpa said that when the Sixteenth Prince and the Ninth Prince made a bet, the whole court was shocked."

Jiang Sirou smiled and said, "Thirteenth brother's mother's family is the head of the Southwest family. This small amount of money is not enough for him to go to Tianxiang Pavilion to listen to music."

Jiang Chen smiled awkwardly but politely: "This is all thanks to Sister Thirteen and Miss He. If it weren't for you two, I would have lost this bet! If you want to see me in the future, you'll have to leave the capital to see me!"

"Humph, who cares about you?" Seeing that the refugees' situation had improved, Jiang Sirou was in the mood to joke. She took He Xiaowei's hand and said as they walked,

"Xiao Wei'er, let me tell you, my sixteenth brother is a playboy. He used to be a frequent visitor to Tianxiang Pavilion. His romantic affairs could last for three days and three nights. You better be careful in the future..."

"Sister Rou, why are you telling me this? Xiao Wei'er has been engaged since childhood." He Xiaowei and Jiang Sirou started chatting about family matters.

"Child marriage? Are you talking about that nerd Mu Zhengyi? Xiao Wei'er, what's so good about that nerd? I really don't understand what that Lord He was thinking, actually arranging a child marriage with the Mu family. If you ask me, you should just ruin this marriage."

Mu Zhengyi was the son of Mu Shenru, the Minister of Rites. Because the families of He Wendao and Mu Shenru were good friends, the two families arranged a marriage for Mu Zhengyi and He Xiaowei when they were young.

Unexpectedly, He Xiaowei grew up to be more and more outstanding, while Mu Shenru looked like a timid and poor scholar. No wonder Jiang Sirou looked down on him.

As Prime Minister He's power in the court grew, many dignitaries set their sights on his beloved granddaughter in order to gain his support.

Prime Minister He always declined the offer, saying that his granddaughter had been engaged since she was a child. But Mrs. He disagreed, saying that her precious granddaughter should have the final say on her own marriage.

In order to gain the support of Prime Minister He, the ninth prince Jiang Yu pursued He Xiaowei in various ways, but was rejected.

Prime Minister He was also worried about his granddaughter's life being disturbed, so he sent He Xiaowei to the palace to be a companion to Princess Thirteen Jiang Sirou and others.

The two are of similar age, with completely different interests and hobbies, but they can still play together.

Jiang Sirou likes to wield swords and guns every day. Since the emperor's brother, the third prince, died while protecting him three years ago, Emperor Liang is particularly fond of this thirteenth princess.

He even allowed the Thirteenth Princess to carry a wooden sword at will in the palace, and turned a blind eye to Jiang Sirou's ignorance and love of swords and guns.

He Xiaowei has loved reading since she was a child, and after becoming the Thirteenth Princess's study companion, she became even more diligent in reading.

One of them is good at literature and the other is good at martial arts, which is a good story in the palace.

"Sister Rou, if you make fun of me again, I'll be angry!"

"Hahaha!"

……

That night, inside the Ningbo Palace.

Just as Jiang Chen was sleeping soundly, he heard someone knocking on the door.

Subsequently.

Jiang Chen's personal eunuch came to the inner chamber of Ningbo Palace and called out softly, "Master! Master! Something bad has happened!"

Jiang Chen was half asleep: "What's wrong?"

The young eunuch said, "The Thirteenth Princess sent someone to say that there's a fire in the Imperial Hospital and that you should come over immediately."

"What?" Jiang Chen sat up with a start!