Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 1292 - 1291: Blockade

Lan Fan’s smile at the corners of his lips faded.

Chu Minghao wanted to speak, but in the end, under the icy side profile of Chu Qianli, he refrained from saying more.

This woman spoke with an authoritative aura about her, one that astonishingly matched the Emperor’s.

He had initially deed her an imposter, but now observing her, why did she indeed seem to possess the air of nobility?

After all, she was once the Empress of Longteng Country.

The kingly aura was naturally ingrained, easy to understand.

In any case, this woman was not an easy opponent.

"Xi Jiu, gather the villagers showing symptoms together, and I will check their pulses," she commanded.

Not far away, villagers lay on blankets spread on the ground by the guards, each looking lethargic, so even foaming at the mouth.

Indeed, it looked as though they were poisoned.

"Princess, we all took the dicine last night..."

No one dared to say it was the Princess’s dicine they had taken.

But everyone knew, the dicine from last night was given to them on the Princess’s orders.

Now, one by one, they were feeble, feverish, vomiting and with diarrhea—weren’t these the signs of poisoning?

Chu Qianli glanced at the village chief nearby: "Order everyone to put on their masks."

The village chief was still respectful towards the Princess, although he did not know whether she truly had dical expertise or if the previous night’s dicine was indeed problematic.

But they were people of the Imperial Family; the Emperor’s grace was vast, and the Emperor would not harm them.

"Everyone, hurry and put on your masks."

"But it’s because we took hers..."

"No more talking, hurry up, put on your masks, quick!"

"Hurry up! The Princess is coming! Quickly put on the masks."

The Princess was truly on her way over.

The villagers lying on the ground, weakened, looked incredulously at the approaching figure.

This place...this dirty place, the Princess was actually willing to co here.

Chu Qianli also donned a mask, approaching with a grave expression.

"It may not necessarily be poisoning," she said, turning to glance at Chu Lingyang, "Second Uncle Emperor, don’t go over there yet."

"What do you an?" Chu Lingyang imdiately tensed up, a flicker of unease rising in his heart.

Such caution from the Princess, could it be... could it really be a plague?

Since the collapse of the Moat and the arrival of the flood, it had been only three days.

Three days... If there were symptoms, they should be manifesting about now.

Chu Qianli didn’t say much, just waved her hand to suggest he stay calm, as she herself put on dical gloves and hurried over.

"Princess..."

"I am the Doctor."

Having said that, she already squatted down next to a villager who was filthy from vomiting.

"Prin..Princess..." The villager was uncomfortable, instinctively trying to hide his hands.

He was far too dirty, his clothes stained with vomit, how could he let the noble Princess touch him.

Even though they had taken the dicine from the Princess last night, and now were in such a state, they couldn’t help but harbor so resentnt in their hearts.

Yet the resentnt and grievances dissipated completely as the Princess personally took his pulse.

The surrounding villagers were all imnsely shocked.

Nobody expected that the Princess would not disdain them at all.

Chu Qianli didn’t overthink it, her elegant fingers landing on the villager’s wrist before her.

The more she felt his pulse, the more serious her expression beca.

Everyone was on edge.

Who knows how much ti passed, Chu Qianli suddenly stood up, turned and looked at the guards, and said in a deep voice:

"All guards put on masks, drink a bowl of the prepared dicine, then bring the villagers showing symptoms here to be centralized. Second Uncle Emperor, order people to quarantine this area!"