Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

“Now that a plague has broken out, you are just leaving these corpses in the wild without doing anything, which is tantamount to spreading the plague.”

"General, it's her!"

A soldier reported the matter to Wu Lingtong, the adjutant in charge of defending the city. Wu Lingtong came over with a stern face.

Upon learning what had happened, General Wu said coldly, "Young lady, who are you to dare stop the hearse?"

Zhao Lian showed no fear: "It seems you are the official in charge of guarding the city, that is, under the governor's command. You've come at the right time."

“I am the goddaughter of the prefect. Now, the governor has sent people to seal off the city and ordered my godfather to control the plague within a week.”

"These people's corpses cannot be disposed of like this; doing so would be tantamount to encouraging and spreading the plague."

"What a quick-witted girl! I never imagined she was the prefect's goddaughter." Unexpectedly, Wu's expression softened.

Although he was sent by the governor, he did not want the plague to worsen.

These corpses should have been handled by the prefect, but the governor ordered Prefect Song not to get involved.

The governor and the prefect had a grudge against each other; who knows what his purpose was in doing this, or what his true intentions were?

Anyway, their affairs have nothing to do with me. He is now in charge of guarding the city, so the plague is naturally related to him. I don't want to suffer this undeserved disaster.

"Do you have a better way to dispose of these corpses?"

"To quell the plague, these corpses must be disposed of immediately. The best way is to burn them. You are a smart man; you can figure out the pros and cons in this matter after a little thought."

Although Zhao Lian was young, the calmness she exuded made Wu Canjiang feel inexplicably convinced.

“The young lady’s suggestion is good; I had the same idea.” Wu Canjiang’s eyes flashed, and then he stared intently at the officers.

"Everyone, listen up! Those responsible for transporting the corpses must burn them. They must not be left to rot in the wilderness. Anyone who disobeys will be dealt with according to military orders."

An official nearby whispered a reminder: "General, but that's not what the Circuit Intendant said."

"What do you know? With just a word from them, we're stuck here with the plague. If things aren't handled properly, we could get infected at any time."

"Besides, this will not have any effect on curbing the plague; on the contrary, it will exacerbate it. Our lives are of no importance to the governor."

The official was so embarrassed by what he heard that he realized he hadn't thought of that.

If we do this, even if the plague in Suizhou is brought under control, it will spread outside the city, and the governor can pin this big accusation on the prefect, giving him a fatal blow.

If he really did that, it would implicate the two of them. They were just pawns in the governor's hands, to be discarded once he was done using them. So, they were now tied to the prefect.

"That's settled then!" Wu, the adjutant, had figured out the pros and cons.

Then Wu Canjiang ordered the official to go with him and make sure that all the corpses were burned and destroyed.

Watching the hearses leave the city again, Zhao Lian breathed a sigh of relief. When the last hearse passed by, Zhao Lian glanced at it and felt her breath catch in her throat.

The hearse passed by in an instant, and in her haste, she seemed to see a familiar face on the very top. It was none other than her father, Yang Mu.

The hearse left the city gate, which was then closed again by the officials.

"Father~"

A shrill scream rang out from not far behind, and Zhao Lian's body trembled, her eyes flashing.

That voice sounds so familiar, it sounds like Zhao Feng's voice!

Zhao Lian quickly turned around.

He was a beggar, dressed in rags, his face filthy, bearing no resemblance to Zhao Feng.

While Zhao Lian was still in a daze, the beggar ran a few more meters forward. Zhao Lian saw clearly that it was indeed Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng staggered down the street, panting heavily, followed by a fat man and two children. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Li Chunhua, Zhao Fu, and Qiao Dun.

Unexpectedly, after not seeing them for a while, they were in a terrible state, not only dressed in rags but also with disheveled hair.

Zhao Feng felt weak all over, and her steps felt like they weighed a ton. She kicked a protruding stone on the ground and stumbled forward. Just as she was about to fall, Zhao Lian quickly rushed forward to help her.

"Big sister, what happened?" Zhao Lian quickly went up to help her.

"Zhao Lian, Zhao Lian, please save your father!"

Upon seeing that it was Zhao Lian, Zhao Feng grasped her hand tightly as if it were a lifeline, her eyes gleaming with hope: "Zhao Lian, please save Father! He's in that carriage!"

"He was in that car, that's a car that transports corpses, he's dead?" Zhao Lian asked, half believing it.

"No, Father isn't dead! Father is still alive!" Zhao Feng screamed in anguish. "Those people threw him onto the car like trash, and we don't know where they're taking him."

Zhao Lian frowned, her face indifferent: "It's too late. I've already had them burn those corpses."

"what?"

Li Chunhua caught up, glaring angrily: "You heartless bastard! I heard them say that the hearse should just dump the body at the Wanzanggang site, how could you let them set it on fire!"

"Don't you know your own father is up there, he's not dead yet!" Li Chunhua cursed loudly.

"Zhao Lian, please, please go and save my father! It will be too late if we wait any longer!" Zhao Feng knelt down, her eyes red and swollen from crying.

"Big sister, get up quickly!"

"I won't get up unless you agree to save my father!"

Zhao Lian sighed: "He has contracted the plague, and it will infect you all. Then none of you will escape."

After hearing Zhao Lian's words, Li Chunhua felt as if she had been enlightened.

Yes, how could she not have thought of that? What if she got involved too? She'd be doomed.

What will happen to Qiao Dun and Zhao Fu if I die?

If anyone's going to die, let him die; don't drag them down with him.

Zhao Feng shook her head vigorously: "No, he just caught a cold after being caught in the rain recently. Besides, he's your father. Are you really going to just stand by and watch him die?"

At this point, Zhao Feng was on the verge of collapse, crying her eyes out.

Qiao Dun and Zhao Fu caught up at this time.

Li Chunhua reached out, trying to help Zhao Feng up: "Zhao Feng, Zhao Lian is right, your father probably won't make it. We can't risk everyone's lives for him."

"Are you even human? How could you say such a thing? If your father hadn't been trying to save your son, how could he have caught a cold?"

"Yes, it's all because of you! Give my father back to me!"

Although he had never seen him treat his father very well before, he still felt a strange fear now that his father was about to die.

Zhao Fu slapped Qiao Dun hard across the face, and Qiao Dun burst into tears.

Faced with Zhao Feng's accusation, Li Chunhua blushed and paled in turns. Zhao Feng was right; if it weren't for saving Qiao Dun, He Mu wouldn't have caught a cold and fallen ill.