Suddenly, Mu Fengqie came up with another way to make money.
Scars! There must be many people in ancient times with scars on their bodies but no way to remove them. But she could!
Mu Fengqie made up her mind that once she returned to the Qin Dynasty, she would add scar - removing patches to her cosmetics store.
Seven days later, Mu Fengqie's wound had completely healed. A group of people were already on their way to the Witch Clan.
Suddenly, the carriage jolted violently, and the noisy sounds outside grew louder and louder.
"What's going on?"
"Reporting to the young lady, there are many refugees outside. They've blocked the road."
Mu Fengqie lifted the carriage curtain and saw a long line of refugees sitting outside the carriage. There were old people, children, women, and some young men.
"Go and find out what's going on."
"Yes."
"Sister, what's happening? Why are there so many refugees?"
"I'm not quite sure. Maybe it's due to the poor governance of the Southern Qing Kingdom."
"But with so many refugees, hasn't the local government reported this to the imperial court? The Empress of the Southern Qing is really a poor ruler."
"Miss, I've found out. They said that a month ago, there was a heavy rain in the Southern Qing Kingdom. A flood hit their village and submerged the whole place."
"Didn't the imperial court do anything?"
"They said they've reported it to the local government, but the imperial edict from the court hasn't come down yet."
Mu Fengqie looked at the long line of refugees, feeling a bit sad. Without money or food, how could these people survive?
They had reported the situation a month ago. Either the Empress of the Southern Qing didn't want to care about them at all, or the edict had been withheld by someone in between.
Either way, it was a kind of torture for these people, a spiritual one.
They had hope in their hearts, believing that the imperial court would surely take care of them. But as time passed, their hope was fading.
"Qie'er, stop looking. Let's go." These weren't the subjects of the Qin Dynasty. He wouldn't show them any sympathy. If they had to blame someone, they should blame their own country. It had nothing to do with them.
"I want to help them. Maybe they can be useful to me."
"Qie'er, do you mean..."
"Yes, I want to set up an intelligence station in the Southern Qing."
"Okay, don't worry. I'll handle it properly."
"Everyone! I'm here on the order of the Fifth Prince of the Qin Dynasty to help you. He knows that you've suffered from a natural disaster."
"The Southern Qing Kingdom has mismanaged, leaving you wandering for over a month without any help. He can't bear to see you living on the streets like this."
Yuan Yuhan was a bit confused when he heard this. When did he ever feel sorry for them? When did he ever order him to help those refugees? When did he become someone who could be ordered around by him?
Damn it! Jing Xunchun was clearly lying through his teeth. If he wanted to please his daughter - in - law, there was no need to drag him into this!
However, Yuan Yuhan didn't say anything because what Jing Xunchun was doing didn't harm him at all. Instead, it helped him.
"Why hasn't the Empress issued the edict yet? Doesn't she care about her subjects?"
"Yes, we're the people of the Southern Qing. How can we go with people from the Qin Dynasty?"
Everyone was talking one after another. Mu Fengqie looked at them. Although their Empress hadn't taken care of them, they still believed in their country.
It was a pity...
"Everyone, haven't you ever thought about moving to another place to make a living?"
"Of course we have, but our village has been cursed. No one can get out. As soon as they leave, they'll die."
"Yes, yes."
"At first, some people didn't believe it and tried to leave, but they died as soon as they reached the village entrance."
Listening to everyone talking, Jing Xunchun roughly guessed what was going on.
"Everyone! Listen to me. Your village hasn't been cursed!"
"What? Not cursed? Don't talk nonsense. If you anger the gods, you'll bring disaster to our whole village."
Yuan Yuhan stepped forward and said, "Everyone, do you really believe it's the curse of the gods? You've suffered from a natural disaster! Shouldn't the gods protect you?"
"If the gods really know that you've suffered from a natural disaster and still want to kill you, such gods aren't worth believing in!"
The refugees fell silent when they heard this.
Yes, the gods were supposed to protect them. They hadn't done anything to offend the gods.
"Moreover, it's not necessarily the gods who are killing you."
"What do you mean?"
"Yes, if it's not the gods, could it be a man - made plot?"
This question silenced everyone. They weren't unaware of the possibility of a man - made plot, but...
"We need evidence! Without evidence, we won't believe it!"
"Yes, show us the evidence!"
"Okay! I promise you that I'll find the murderer who's been killing you before dawn tomorrow."
Then they went to an inn in the town and checked in.
"Why are you so sure it's a man - made plot?" A Ru looked at Yuan Yuhan curiously.
"This kind of thing must be man - made. I don't believe in any gods' curse. Think about it. It's impossible that the imperial court didn't do anything after a month of reporting, unless someone did something but it was concealed by others in between."
This kind of thing happened quite often in the imperial court.
"Do you really have a way to find the murderer before dawn tomorrow?"
"Of course. Just wait and see. I'll catch those people tonight. Maybe I can even stir up the court of the Southern Qing."
Mu Fengqie looked at Jing Xunchun's expression and found that he showed no emotion. She didn't know why, but she felt relieved.
Was she still expecting something from him?
"Qie'er, your wound has just healed. You'd better rest early. Don't worry about this. Yuan Yuhan and I will handle it properly."
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
At night, Yuan Yuhan and Jing Xunchun quietly entered the village. They disguised themselves as villagers and tried to leave the village secretly.
Just two steps out of the village entrance, they felt that someone was following them, at least three people.
It seemed that the person behind this wanted to trap everyone in this village to death.
What secret did this village have that was worth such a big effort from the person behind?
The two looked at each other, pretended nothing had happened, and continued walking. At a turning, they felt a strong killing intent.
They quickly dodged. The people following them were a bit shocked. They had never failed before, but today... Something was wrong!
"Guys, are you looking for us?"
Yuan Yuhan was now on a tree, looking down at the three people below and shaking his head disdainfully.
"I'm wondering why your master sent you here to kill people. With such lousy skills, you still dare to be sent out? Tsk, tsk, tsk. I really feel ashamed for your master."
The three people below felt insulted. The killing intent around them grew stronger and stronger. They wished they could drag Yuan Yuhan down and tear him to pieces.