Gourmet Girl: Becoming a Royal Merchant Started from Selling Buns

Su An was annoyed and turned his head to glare at him fiercely, "The prince didn't abandon me! Everything he did had a reason."

But she couldn't say that all the nonsense she had said about abandoning him was just nonsense.

Otherwise, with the other party's stubborn and irritable temper, he might chop himself to pieces as well!

Feng Chunlian looked at Su An's protective look and a hint of nostalgia appeared on her face.

As if to lighten the mood, she smiled slowly and said, "Back then, my late husband and I were just as deeply in love. It's a pity that fate played such a trick on him, and he left me so early."

However, her red eyes could not be ignored, flashing with deep regret.

"Miss Su, I hope you can persuade the prince to treat the people kindly. The people are innocent and should not become victims of power struggles and corruption in troubled times."

Su An was stung by her sad look and clenched his fists with mixed feelings.

Feng Chunlian's husband died in this chaotic world.

A natural disaster like a drought not only enriches many officials but also leaves countless people homeless and starving.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone!

"I know, I will definitely persuade the prince to change his mind!" Needless to say, Su An agreed directly.

After a while, Su An made sure that the medicine was fine before carefully putting it into the mouth of the unconscious Fu Zhun.

The black robe hung loosely on his thin body, making him look even taller, broader and thinner, revealing the fatigue he had shed in the past few days.

The secret room is shielded from sunlight, but at night the temperature drops sharply and a chilly atmosphere quietly permeates the air.

Su An was sleeping in a daze. He unconsciously turned over and hugged Fu Zhun beside him, greedily absorbing the warmth coming from him.

After taking the medicine, Fu Zhun became drowsy, sometimes awake and sometimes asleep.

Feeling the warmth and softness on his chest, he woke up again with a movement in his throat.

He tilted his head slightly and looked at the girl's face up close. Her clear and delicate cheeks seemed as big as a palm, and her slender waist was so thin that it could be held in one hand.

An indescribable tenderness surged in Fu Zhun's heart, and he subconsciously hugged Su An back, his palm gently stroking her soft waist.

However, although his movements were light, they still woke up Su An who was in a light sleep.

"Are you awake?" Su An raised his eyes in a daze, and instantly met Fu Zhun's deep and bottomless eyes.

In this dim environment, his face still exudes a breathtaking handsomeness. His eyebrows are as black as ink, but his face looks frighteningly pale.

Su An's eyelashes trembled with shock, and he hurriedly tried to turn over and sit up, "What's going on? Is the sequelae getting worse?"

"Don't run, holding you will keep you warm." Fu Zhun pressed his palm slightly and hugged Su An gently in his arms.

However, with just this movement, his barely steady breathing became disordered and weak.

"..." A trace of reluctance and concern flashed across Fu Zhun's eyes. After a while, he seemed to sigh silently.

He took something out of his arms slowly, and his low voice resonated through his chest into Su An's ears: "Xiao An, if I can't make it this time, you take this token."

"The token represents my identity and allows me to command the troops under my command. You must protect yourself."

Su An hadn't recovered from the intoxicating words "Xiao An" yet, and his face turned pale when he heard these words.

What is this? A last word?

She sat up and looked at him blankly, tears welling up in her eyes in an instant.

"What are you talking about? Is your brain frozen?"

She swallowed the sourness in her throat and pretended to be speechless as she stuffed the token back into his robe. "Don't worry, you are very tough and you won't die. Even if the King of Hell doesn't take you, we will all live well and we will definitely get out of here."

Fu Zhun twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a frivolous smile.

I have to say that the girl in front of me has no talent for acting. Her self-deceiving look is so stiff and funny that it makes people laugh.

"Just in case," he sighed.

At this time, Feng Chunlian, who had noticed the commotion here, walked over and happened to hear these words: "Your Highness, you have Miss Su taking such good care of you. Good luck will surely come to you. I believe that God will not be so blind as to separate you two."

These words hit Fu Zhun's heart. His expression relaxed slightly. With the help of Su An, he sat up straight and nodded to Feng Chunlian.

"What's the matter?"

He naturally didn't believe that the leader of the Blood Lotus Sect came here just to say useless words.

Feng Chunlian smiled with a vicissitudes of life and sighed softly, "Your Highness, don't worry too much. I have no other intentions. I just feel a little worried because of your compassion for the world."

"You are the King of Zhenbei, second only to the emperor and above all others. The disaster victims all need you. You can't just die like this."

Fu Zhun's eyes flashed with sarcasm, and he looked at her calmly: "If you care so much about the victims, why would you start riots so frequently?"

"You robbed the government granary, and while you could save your men, countless victims would also be trampled and sacrificed in the riot."

At the end of his words, his eyes became stern and sharp. "Or, in your eyes, only your people are civilians, and the rest are insignificant, and we don't need to care about their life or death?"

Although weak, the judgemental eyes were as cold as an eagle, sending a chill down one's spine.

Feng Chunlian was not afraid of death, but her scalp tingled and she smiled bitterly.

"Your Highness, what you said makes sense, but I also dare to ask you, Your Highness, if I don't organize the refugees, will the scattered refugees burn, kill, and loot less? How many casualties will be caused? I'm afraid the situation will be even more serious."

She gritted her teeth and spoke firmly, "We in the Blood Lotus Sect have our own rules. We have never taken a single needle or thread from ordinary people. We only robbed the granaries of unscrupulous officials."

"This food aided countless refugees and prevented Jizhou City from being attacked by the masses. It also prevented those people from becoming desperate and launching an uprising. It's no exaggeration to say that our Blood Lotus Sect has maintained most of the order."

These words spoken slowly made Fu Zhun startled, his brows furrowed, and doubt appeared in his eyes.

"Your Majesty may only see the legal orthodoxy, but ignore the real needs of the people. However, only when the people live a stable life can the world be truly peaceful."

After Feng Chunlian said these last words, there was a moment of dead silence in the air.

Su An sighed and gave Feng Chunlian a push, saying, "I agree with the leader's approach. Launching an attack on the government was wrong, but feeding the refugees and saving countless people from starvation was a meritorious deed. Fu Zhun, the leader cannot die, and he shouldn't die."

"The people are like water, and you are like a boat. If you really execute the leader, I'm afraid this boat will really capsize."

Feng Chunlian is the leader of many refugees and has accumulated prestige, so she cannot be easily touched.

Besides, he didn't do anything wrong and was forced to do so.

Fu Zhun pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time.

When he heard the last words the two said, he realized that he was wrong.

"That's absolutely true. It's my own narrow vision that has prevented me from seeing this."

His voice was heavy and he spoke slowly, "If you can get out of this secret passage, I will agree to negotiate and make proper arrangements for the Blood Lotus Sect."