Fleeing from famine? Not a chance; the divine healer's wife made her fortune.

Despite being falsely accused, he ultimately triumphed.

Hearing Old Liu's slander, Su Yunlan was consumed by rage. She coldly swept her gaze across the whispering exiles around her, her eyes sharp as knives. Old Liu's gaunt face wore a smug and sinister smile, as if he could already see Su Yunlan surrounded and forced to hand over all her supplies. A chill ran from the soles of Su Yunlan's feet to the top of her head; she clenched her fists, her fingertips digging deep into her palms.

"Think about it, everyone. Where did she get so many medicines? She must have been hiding the Xiao family's property! We're all being exiled together. Why should she live comfortably while we have to starve?" Old Liu's voice was sharp and piercing, like the hiss of a venomous snake spreading through the crowd, stirring up discontent and jealousy in people's hearts.

The exiles, who had initially felt grateful to Su Yunlan, were now swayed by Old Liu's words and surrounded her and Xiao Yuhan, demanding that Su Yunlan hand over all the supplies for them to manage together. The pressure from the crowd surged like a tidal wave, almost engulfing Su Yunlan. Su Yunlan felt suffocated; the smell of sweat and dust in the air made her nauseous. She tightly gripped Xiao Yuhan's hand, feeling the warmth and strength from his palm. Xiao Yuhan's face was ashen, his eyes flashing with fury. He wanted to step forward to argue, but Su Yunlan gently pulled him back.

Su Yunlan took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. She knew she couldn't act impulsively now; a conflict with these people would have unimaginable consequences. She raised her head, her gaze sweeping firmly over the crowd, a cold smile playing on her lips. "Old Liu, you insist I'm hoarding supplies, but what evidence do you have?" Su Yunlan's voice was clear and firm, like a cold winter wind, instantly silencing the surrounding clamor.

Old Liu was stunned by Su Yunlan's imposing manner and paused for a moment before stiffening his neck and saying, "Evidence? Everyone saw it. Those medicinal herbs you just took out are clearly from the Xiao family! How could a woman like you have so many precious medicinal herbs? Isn't that evidence?"

Su Yunlan didn't rush to refute. She turned to look at the pale-faced Second Young Master Xiao beside her and said softly, "Second Brother..." The Second Young Master Xiao leaned weakly against Granny Sun. Hearing Su Yunlan's call, he slightly raised his head, a hint of determination on his pale face. "Fourth Sister-in-law," his voice was a little hoarse but clear, "you don't need to worry about my health, just tell the truth." He turned to the exiles around him and said slowly, "Since leaving the capital, all of our Xiao family's supplies have been managed by Fourth Sister-in-law. Every day she carefully checks the supplies, deciding which to use for porridge, which to use for medicine, and which to use for clothing for the children. Everything is arranged in an orderly manner. If it weren't for Fourth Sister-in-law, I'm afraid we, the old, weak, sick, and disabled, would have not survived this journey of exile long ago."

Young Master Xiao's words were like a gentle breeze, dispelling the doubts in the exiles' hearts. Some began to whisper among themselves, recalling Su Yunlan's actions; he had indeed never mistreated them. Especially the children, who wore clothes sewn by Su Yunlan from fabric brought from his spatial storage—soft and comfortable—and even the medicine he used when sick was personally brewed by Su Yunlan. Their gratitude towards Su Yunlan welled up once more.

"Furthermore," Young Master Xiao continued, "my ailing body has only been able to hold on until now thanks to the medicinal herbs that Fourth Sister-in-law took out from her spatial storage. If she were hoarding supplies, why would she go through the trouble of preparing medicine for us and taking care of us patients every day?"

Su Yunlan gave Young Master Xiao an approving look. Before taking out the ledger, she used her spatial abilities to quickly review the usage of the supplies in her mind, and had a brief inner monologue: "Thanks to the special abilities of my space, I can clearly record the whereabouts of every single supply. Old Liu, you are destined to fail today." Then, she calmly took out a ledger from her bosom. Although the paper of the ledger was a little wrinkled, the handwriting on it was very clear, recording the source, purpose, and remaining amount of every supply. "Old Liu said I was hoarding supplies. Everyone, please look, this ledger records everything clearly. Every single supply I, Su Yunlan, have used can withstand scrutiny."

The moment Su Yunlan produced the ledger, the surroundings suddenly fell silent, save for the howling wind. The ledger shimmered with a mysterious light in the sunlight. Su Yunlan held the ledger high, his gaze resolute, and said, "This ledger is proof of my innocence. Open your eyes wide and take a good look!" The ledger was passed among the crowd, and Captain Zhao also took it and examined it carefully. His previously stern face now showed a hint of surprise. The ledger not only meticulously recorded the inflow and outflow of supplies, but even detailed the amount of rice and water used each time porridge was cooked.

When Old Liu saw the ledger, some of the handwriting seemed to transform into sharp arrows piercing him, making him feel dizzy. The exiles, who had been misled, looked ashamed upon seeing the ledger and apologized to Su Yunlan. Su Yunlan magnanimously stated that as long as they stopped believing rumors, everything would be fine.

Old Liu's face turned deathly pale instantly. His lips trembled as he tried to explain, but he found himself speechless. He had originally thought that inciting the exiles' discontent would make Su Yunlan obediently hand over the supplies, but he hadn't expected Su Yunlan to be so prepared.

"Old Liu, is there anything else you want to say?" Su Yunlan's voice was as cold as ice, sounding like the whisper of death to Old Liu. Old Liu slumped to the ground, his eyes vacant, all his previous arrogance gone. He had schemed and plotted, but in the end, he had been defeated by Su Yunlan's wisdom and meticulousness.

Lieutenant Zhao glanced at him with a hint of disgust in his eyes, then announced to the crowd, "This matter is now closed! Anyone who maliciously spreads rumors and causes trouble again will not be let off lightly!"

Su Yunlan put away the ledger, glanced around, and her gaze settled on Xiao Yuhan, who was standing outside the crowd. Xiao Yuhan was looking at her with a complex yet inquisitive gaze. Su Yunlan saw his lips move slightly, as if he wanted to say something. Xiao Yuhan strode to Su Yunlan's side, grasped her hand tightly, and said, "Yunlan, your actions today were truly ingenious. You proved yourself and convinced everyone." Su Yunlan looked up and saw his eyes filled with pride and love, a gaze like the warm winter sun, filling her heart with warmth.

Lieutenant Zhao's gaze shifted from the account book in Su Yunlan's hand to her calm face, then swept over the surrounding crowd of exiled people who were trembling with fear. He made a decision. He stepped forward and announced loudly, "Su Yunlan is a capable and fair woman. From this day forward, all supplies will be managed by the Su family. No one may raise any further objections!"

Su Yunlan nodded slightly and calmly accepted the appointment. She responded confidently, "Thank you for your trust, Captain. I will live up to your expectations and ensure that everyone can safely get through the exile. As for those with ulterior motives, they'd better keep their distance." She knew this was her chance to completely take control of the situation. She took the list of supplies handed to her by Captain Zhao, carefully reviewed each item, and had already formed a preliminary plan in her mind.

Over the next few days, Su Yunlan displayed remarkable management skills. She rationally allocated the resources within the space, ensuring everyone received basic necessities. She also devised different dietary plans based on each person's physical condition, providing extra care for the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled. She even organized some simple recreational activities to help everyone alleviate the stress and anxiety of their exile.

The atmosphere within the exile group gradually changed. The once lifeless procession slowly regained its vitality. Smiles returned to the children's faces, and the elderly began chatting and sharing their stories. Su Yunlan's name was repeatedly mentioned in the exile group, and people's respect and gratitude towards her grew daily.

As the sun set, it painted half the sky crimson. The exiled group camped and rested in a valley. Su Yunlan sat by the campfire, watching the children play around it, a sense of comfort rising in her heart. Xiao Yuhan walked to her side and handed her a bowl of hot soup. "Thank you for your hard work." Su Yunlan took the bowl, gently blew on it, and took a sip. "This is just the beginning."

Suddenly, a commotion arose in the crowd. A man collapsed to the ground, convulsing and incoherently muttering. His face was flushed, his breathing rapid, and his forehead was alarmingly hot. "Oh no!" Granny Sun exclaimed, "He seems to have a fever!" Su Yunlan's heart tightened. She rushed to the patient's side and reached out to feel his forehead. "So hot!" She immediately realized the situation was more serious than she had imagined. "Quick! Carry him into the tent!" Su Yunlan's voice trembled slightly. Looking at the patient's red cheeks, a sense of foreboding washed over her…

“I’m afraid…” Xiao Yuhan looked at the red rash on the patient’s body and said in a serious tone, “It’s not just him.”