Arriving outside the city, Dong Huiying boarded the carriage. Just as they were about to leave, two people hurriedly approached, "Hold on!" It was Hou Su, followed by his loyal Shopkeeper Lin. "Lady Dong, could you allow to accompany you on this journey?"
Dong Huiying glanced at Hou Su: "We are heading towards Zhenxin."
Hou Su replied, "What a coincidence, I also have so properties across Qingfeng Prefecture, and I share the sa intentions as you."
Dong Huiying raised an eyebrow, "What a lucky coincidence indeed."
After that, she had Shujun spare a carriage, and Hou Su, along with Shopkeeper Lin, boarded it, and the carriage convoy once again proceeded towards Zhenxin.
Throughout the journey, the land was filled with desolate cries, visible everywhere. Dong Huiying encountered many benevolent people coming from around Qingfeng Prefecture to provide disaster relief. Her dical skill was miraculous; even with scarce dical resources, she could save people with herbs. Unknowingly, wherever she went, the local people erected Longevity morial Tablets.
These tablets are not morials for the deceased but plaques for praying for the well-being and longevity of benefactors, erected for the living to honor their kindness and pray for their happiness and long life.
Unknowingly, the na of Divine Doctor spread wide. The disaster-stricken residents of Qingfeng Prefecture, countless of whom had benefited from her help, began to spread her reputation. Although she had not yet surpassed Yun Ge from dicine Valley, one day she was sure to do so.
Her na as a healer and a person of virtue began to spread, with many even calling her a Living Bodhisattva, but Dong Huiying was unaware of all this.
At the sa ti.
"Master, slow down, your body might not withstand such strain."
Ever since learning of the earthquake in Qingfeng Prefecture, the Master couldn’t sit still and hastily gathered horses, rushing here without rest, not knowing how many horses had died from exhaustion. They traveled almost round the clock, barely closing their eyes along the way.
Only when extrely tired would they nap for one or two hours, while the mansion guards accompanying them took turns resting in the carriage when they grew tired, replaced by another.
The team continued to hasten on the road, now nearing Qingfeng Prefecture. Seeing the ruins and those displaced by disaster, the Master’s face was even paler.
"Do not delay, continue forward!"
Yixuan gripped the reins tightly, his face as pale as paper, void of color. They were coming from the east, entering another gateway to Qingfeng Prefecture. What he saw along the way was a landscape marred by the disaster’s aftermath.
He saw corpses and citizens resorting to eat the children they swapped. In Dayuan’s ingrained beliefs, sons were considered a financial burden.
Swapping children to eat, swapping children to eat?
Yixuan shut his eyes in agony, recalling when Taihang Mountain in Pingchang Prefecture had suffered many natural disasters, draughts and floods, leaving the fields barren.
Swapping children to eat, he had witnessed this before, and even himself was almost given away by his mother in exchange for food.
He clenched his fist, wondering about them, wondering if they were alright...
He rembered his ti in Purple Garden, the eldest brother, the second brother, the third brother, the fourth brother, the Fifth Brother...
And also, that person he never wanted to rember, yet always did. No matter how many tis he told himself to forget quickly, he couldn’t.
The wife-master...
Could they still be in Qingfeng Prefecture, still in Purple Garden? He heard Balibao was very close to Zhenxin, and the situation there was most severe.
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