My reborn husband and son are thinking about how to kill me every day.

Lu Yinheng stared intently at Ji Yunshuang.

Although the protective suit could protect against the plague, it was incredibly hot. Through the mask, he could clearly see the sweat on Ji Yunshuang's forehead.

A strange pang of heartache welled up in his heart.

He said, "The entire village has been checked now. Can we let everyone clean themselves up and have something to eat first?"

Ji Yunshuang nodded, "Let everyone take turns washing."

Lu Yinheng said, "You should go wash up too. I had someone bring out the room in the west wing. The door there is intact and there are no signs of insects. You can rest there for a while."

Ji Yunshuang thought for a moment and said, "Okay!"

She had almost used up the medicine she had prepared, so she should go to her space to make some more.

Ji Yunshuang went to the room Lu Yinheng had mentioned. After carefully washing her protective suit with water, she entered the space.

The protective suit is made of a special material, and stains can be removed by simply wiping it with water.

The other soldiers were also washing their protective suits and taking turns resting and eating.

The water was from the well in the yard, and the supplies were all sourced from various households, including grains that had not been contaminated by insects.

Since no dishes were prepared, they ate dry rations to fill their stomachs.

The soldiers were starving, so they didn't care about the quality of the food and just ate a lot.

After eating, I found a place to sleep.

No one slept well; the moment they closed their eyes, they saw a frantic swarm of insects. Several soldiers screamed and woke up from their nightmares.

That night, Fu Zhe also didn't sleep well.

He had previously led a group of people to find Fu Ci, claiming to help Fu Ci rescue the people, but several of his confidants knew what he was really thinking.

He firmly believed Mo Lingyuan's words, thinking that the plague was a scheme by Fu Ci and Ji Yunshuang.

It's nothing but a pretense to win people's hearts.

But he hadn't expected the plague to be real. Before he and his men even got close to Fu Ci, they all fell ill.

To guard against being poisoned by Ji Yunshuang, he made sure to have plenty of dry food and water brought to him, and he didn't eat anything bought from outside or drink any water from outside sources.

At this point, several of her confidants began to suspect Mo Lingyuan, saying that she must have reported false information.

Fu Zhe didn't believe Mo Lingyuan would lie to him and insisted that something was wrong.

It wasn't until he witnessed the infected villager go mad and had his head chopped off by Fu Ci's men, and saw those terrifying worms crawling out of the villager's head, that he had no choice but to believe that Mo Lingyuan, that woman, had actually lied to him.

The plague was real!

The elder brother was actually taking real action to help the people, rather than putting on a show to win popular support.

He felt both annoyed and regretful, and at the same time, a sense of shame he had never felt before arose within him.

It turns out, it wasn't that his father was biased; he simply couldn't compare to his elder brother!

He truly puts the people first.

Now, although he feels much better physically after taking the medicine his older brother gave him, he is suffering even more mentally.

He tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, which made even his trusted confidants, who were sleeping on the floor, afraid to fall asleep.

Finally, one of his trusted confidants couldn't help but sit up and ask, "Second Young Master, are you not sleeping comfortably? Perhaps I should go find another quilt to put on the bed."

Fu Zhe said unhappily, "What are you looking for quilts for? Where is this place? Do you think you're in a prince's mansion?"

They were passing through a village when they suddenly felt unwell and all fell off their horses.

At that time, everyone was in excruciating stomach pain, vomiting uncontrollably, and feeling utterly weak. They could only watch helplessly as the horses seemed to be in fright and fled in all directions.

Everyone lost the ability to move and could only collapse helplessly on the ground.

Fu Ci and his men passed by, saw them, gave them medicine, and temporarily settled them in a farmhouse.

I heard that this farming family had a total of twelve people, but now, due to the plague, only half of them remain.

Other families in the village were in similar situations. At this time, when everyone was grieving, he complained that the bed was not soft enough and asked the villagers to find him a quilt.

Fu Zhe believed that even if he were shameless, he would not do such a thing.

The trusted aide was inexplicably scolded and felt wronged. Look at the other trusted aides following the young master, how impressive they are! They all have special clothes and are completely unafraid of the plague.

They followed the second young master, but not only did they fail to achieve any merit, they almost died in this poor, remote place.

Now, the second young master is completely overshadowed by the eldest young master. They only survived because of the eldest young master. How can the second young master ever surpass the eldest young master in the future?

Several trusted confidants had doubts, feeling that it was probably impossible.

What are the second young master's plans for the future?

Not to mention a few trusted confidants who were thinking about this issue, even Fu Zhe himself was thinking about it.

He came with great ambition, but now… it's a little embarrassing. But thinking about the worm that crawled out of the villager's head, he shuddered. Embarrassment is embarrassment!

He'd rather be embarrassed than have that thing in his head. Even now, thinking about it gives him the creeps.

My older brother meant that taking the medicine once wouldn't completely kill the bugs.

The thought that the insects might not have been completely killed made him feel uncomfortable all over, as if he was not feeling well anywhere.

He wanted to send someone out to check if his older brother had returned, but he felt that would make him seem too cowardly and embarrassing.

As he tossed and turned, the sound of horses' hooves clattered outside.

Fu Zhe disregarded everything else and sat up abruptly in bed. He hurriedly put on his shoes and rushed out.

Just as I was at the door, I happened to see Fu Ci getting off his horse.

Fu Zhe smiled instinctively and called out, "Big Brother!"

When Fu Ci saw his smile, she inexplicably thought of him when he was a child. The two were not far apart in age, and since they were young and didn't have many ulterior motives, they often played together and actually had a pretty good relationship.

Later, as they grew older and had more and more things to think about, the two brothers gradually drifted apart.

He hadn't seen him smile so innocently, yet with a hint of dependence, in a long time. He nodded at him and asked, "How are you feeling?"

Fu Zhe said, "It's much better now."

It's not completely healed, but it's definitely much easier than it felt at the beginning.

Fu Ci said, "Since you're much better, come with me to help tomorrow!"

When Fu Zhe heard her words, he felt no resentment at being assigned the task. Instead, he felt a surge of emotion, knowing that she still believed in him.

He said, "Okay, I'll listen to my elder brother."

"Then let's go back and get some rest!"

After Fu Ci finished speaking, he took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket and handed it to him, saying, "This is the medicine we talked about earlier, the medicine you'll need to take later..."

Each guard was given medicine, and the man he led was the fastest to leave, and he was also the first to run out of medicine.

He specifically went to another guard to get the medicine.

He did not explain why he hadn't given it to him at first, but was only sending it over now.

Anyway, if he has any doubts about him, he won't believe him no matter how he explains.

If he believes in himself, he won't need to explain; he will still believe.