Hong Yingrong and Mother Han got off the carriage. Their arrival surprised everyone.

"Mother, why are you here?" Xue Jiyan stepped forward and asked in confusion.

"Greetings, old lady." Hong Zhengxuan and Ding Xinwan bowed at the same time.

Hong Yingrong nodded slightly, indicating that everyone didn't need to be polite. Her eyes moved across everyone's face, carefully observing their condition.

Seeing that although the fatigue was hard to hide on his face, he was still in good spirits and nothing was seriously wrong, the stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.

"I heard that the porridge factory encountered some difficult problems, so I rushed over to take a look. Doctor Hong, you are here too, thank you for your hard work." She said in a gentle tone.

At the same time, bursts of crying and groaning of the sick could be faintly heard from the porridge shed not far away. These sounds intertwined together, sounding particularly desolate and arousing pity.

Hong Yingrong's gaze was fixed on the medicine box in Hong Zhengxuan's arms. Inside was a collection of medicinal herbs that looked like dried lotus flowers, very similar to the dried lotus flowers that Yan Boxi had sent to the Marquis' Mansion.

"Is this also a medicinal herb?" she asked softly.

"Madam, this herb is called Golden Thread Lotus," Hong Zhengxuan explained, "and it's an essential ingredient in the antidote. Unfortunately, it's rare and extremely difficult to find."

Upon hearing this, Hong Yingrong immediately understood the purpose of the bundle given by Yan Boxi.

She took the cloth bag from Mother Han's hand and gently unfolded it in front of everyone, revealing the dried golden thread vine flowers inside.

These golden thread vines were slightly different from the ones Ding Xinwan had seen before. The petals of the flowers had a faint golden luster, and it was obvious at a glance that they were not ordinary ones.

Moreover, the size of a whole bag made Hong Zhengxuan and Ding Xinwan both surprised and delighted, with disbelief in their eyes.

"Mother, this..." Xue Jiyan looked at Hong Yingrong in astonishment, his tone full of confusion and curiosity.

"It's a long story," Hong Yingrong said slowly. "These golden thread vines were delivered to the Marquis' Mansion anonymously. I originally didn't know what they were for, but the person who delivered them mentioned not to delay your mission, so I came here on purpose."

"This is really great!" Xue Jiyan was so excited that he could hardly contain himself. "With these golden thread vines, the victims can finally be saved!"

Ding Xinwan also smiled with relief, "There is always a way out, there are still many kind-hearted people in this world."

Her emotion revealed her deep gratitude to the anonymous person who delivered the medicine.

"Yes," Hong Yingrong also sighed, "Doctor Hong, please use these golden thread vines to make medicine. Don't let the victims suffer any more."

Hong Zhengxuan nodded repeatedly, signaling his apprentice to take the cloth bag. On the earthen stove originally used for cooking porridge, there were now medicine jars placed, from which wisps of refreshing medicinal fragrance wafted.

As the aroma of medicine spread, the entire porridge factory seemed to be shrouded in warmth.

Hong Zhengxuan carefully put the golden thread vine into the medicine pot and boiled it together with other medicinal herbs. This is not only an antidote, but also a life-saving straw for countless disaster victims.

"Mother, please take a rest first." Xue Jiyan said to Hong Yingrong, "We will take care of things here."

Hong Yingrong nodded slightly, and with the support of Mother Han, she walked to a temporary tent to rest.

Xue Jiyan brought a bowl of water and said apologetically, "Mother, the conditions here are simple, this is all we have."

"It's okay," Hong Yingrong took the bowl and took a sip of the water. She found that the well water had an unexpected sweetness.

"If the disaster victims can drink the water, I can drink it too."

Looking around at the busy figures of the servants and the runners from the Huimin Office, Hong Yingrong lowered her voice and said, "Ji Yan, I have something to tell you. Don't be surprised."

Xue Jiyan saw Hong Yingrong's serious expression, so he sat down beside her and responded seriously: "Mother, please speak."

Hong Yingrong took a deep breath and told the truth: "These golden thread lotus were actually sent by Yan Boxi."

When Xue Jiyan heard this, he was shocked beyond words. This news was too far-fetched and unbelievable for him.

"It's actually him? How is this possible?" He muttered to himself, with a complex emotion surging in his heart.

Recalling that day, Xue Jiyan once thought that he had let a wolf into the house and almost implicated the entire marquis's mansion in the Spring Examination cheating case.

However, when he learned that Yan Boxi eventually died in prison, he still felt a sense of inexplicable regret.

In his mind, although Yan Boxi had made mistakes, his crime was not punishable by death. At most, he would be stripped of his honors and sentenced to exile.

"It is undoubtedly a blessing that Yan Boxi is still alive. In fact, he was also framed for cheating in the Spring Examination. Although I don't know who saved his life, I can speculate that he must be well aware of the inside story of the victims contracting the disease. Otherwise, he would never have been able to give us so many golden thread vines so quickly." Hong Yingrong said thoughtfully.

Xue Jiyan was silent for a moment, trying to digest this shocking news. Yan Boxi was still alive, and it was he who sent the life-saving golden thread lotus. All this was beyond his expectations.

"Mother, are you saying that Yan Boxi...he knows the reason why he got sick this time?" Xue Jiyan finally found his voice, but there was still a hint of disbelief in his tone.

"I guess he knew." Hong Yingrong nodded. "The golden thread vine he sent is the best proof. If he didn't have a deep understanding of this disease, how could he have prepared these herbs in advance?"

Xue Jiyan frowned in thought. Yan Boxi's behavior was indeed puzzling. If he really knew the truth about the disease, why didn't he tell it directly, but chose this way to help secretly?

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