Don't panic, nephew. I will take this pot of evil star.

A Xun is already working hard enough, and I must not add to his troubles.

She must give a perfect answer to the disaster in Bianlu City this time.

Now is the time for post-disaster reconstruction. She has to think about the subsequent reconstruction of various facilities here, houses, fields, life, production, people's stability, and so on.

Emperor Qi Zhao, who was far away in Ya'an City, received Wu Bai's secret letter early in the morning. The spring irrigation in Bianlu City was safe and the heavy rain in the city had stopped. However, the surrounding areas were greatly affected and many people were still displaced.

As the largest city there, Bianlu City naturally took in the fleeing people. Now the city faces huge security risks, shortage of supplies and serious situation.

He already knew that the messenger outside Ya'an City was resting and would be able to deliver a letter for help to him within two hours. In the letter, Mu Lanxun hoped that he could allocate another batch of supplies.

"Fude, spread the word that the messenger caught a cold on the way and died suddenly."

Emperor Qi Zhao's face was gloomy, and he burned the secret letter in a blink of an eye. "Also, prepare some supplies and herbs, not too much, and send them to Bianlu City as quickly as possible."

Fude was confused, but did not dare to question it. He took the order and retreated quickly.

"Shui Mo." Qi Zhaodi said coldly, "Go and clean it up."

"I understand." A cold voice came out from nowhere and then disappeared.

Fang Hongjing was walking on the road when he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a figure flashing out of His Majesty's study and disappearing in an instant.

His heart skipped a beat. The only people who could enter and exit His Majesty's study freely without alerting the Royal Guards were probably His Majesty's Secret Armored Guards.

Originally, he wanted to find Emperor Qi Zhao to inquire about the situation of his senior sister, but the figure of the Dark Armor Guard made him suspicious. It was well known that Bianlu City was affected by the disaster, but was there anything that required the Dark Armor Guard to take action?

He stood there for a moment, then turned and walked out of the palace.

"A Feng."

He found Zuo Feng immediately. Seeing his flickering eyes, Zuo Feng found a secluded place.

Then, cautiously, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Have you read what was written in the brocade bag that Senior Sister left behind before she left?"

Zuo Feng's heart sank, and he took out the brocade bag he was carrying. Inside was a small piece of paper folded into a square.

The two of them opened it carefully, and the few words on it shocked them deeply.

How did senior sister know?

Without time to think about it, Fang Hongjing entered the palace again, and Zuo Feng returned to the Ministry of Justice to find his father Zuo Zhongze.

Night soon fell. Fang Hongjing knocked on the door and quickly slipped into the side door of the Ministry of Justice.

"Greetings, Lord Zuo." He saluted formally and was lifted up by Zuo Zhongzexu.

"Mr. Fang, you're too polite. Feng'er has already told me everything. Princess Liyou is deeply trusted by His Majesty. Even if she makes another mistake, her life will not be in danger. But you..."

"Master Zuo, we know the princess very well. She wouldn't joke about something like this, nor would she put us in danger. As long as we do as she says, everything will be fine."

Fang Hongjing said this without hesitation. Although Zuo Feng next to him did not say anything, his eyes showed extreme certainty.

These young people are really too bold. How dare they do such tricks under the nose of Emperor Qi Zhao?

"This evening, news came from the official road that the messenger from Bianlu City fell ill and died suddenly." He whispered a horrifying word.

A fierce look flashed in Zuo Feng's eyes. The situation in Bianlu City was so urgent, why did His Majesty delay the support?

What did Senior Sister do to make His Majesty hold on to her so tightly?

There is no time to lose. Your Majesty is delaying, and they can't delay any longer.

"Knock, knock, knock!" There was a sudden knock on the door, and a head popped in from outside. Zuo Ran shrank his neck and smiled flatteringly.

"Sorry to bother you, someone wants to see everyone."

As he spoke, Zuo Ran turned sideways, and a dark figure suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

Fang Hongjing was instantly alert. Zuo Feng protected his old father behind him and shot murderous eyes straight at his younger brother.

This brat is itching again!

Zuo Ran was frightened, and after entering the room, he closed the door and stood by the door smiling awkwardly.

"Sir Zuo, Mr. Fang, Mr. Zuo, I mean no harm." The man bowed and saluted. He was dressed very simply and it was obvious that he was not carrying any dangerous weapons.

"Who are you?" Zuo Feng frowned. This person looked very familiar.

"My name is Yuanri, and I'm the close bodyguard of Young Master Mu of Zixiang Palace." Yuanri introduced himself respectfully.

Zixiang Palace, Master Mu?

Um, the ninth prince of Chu State, Mu Lanxun?

Fang Hongjing and Zuo Feng glared at each other and were speechless.

Yuan Ri stood up and said calmly, "Master Mu guessed that there might be some uncertainty regarding the support from Bian Lu City, so he arranged for me to come and meet you gentlemen."

Mu Lanxun also knows?

How did he know? Did his senior sister tell him?