After a moment's thought, Yi Shangyun made a decision without hesitation.

He immediately turned to the master standing to the side and said, "Please give me a detailed list of the herbs the temple needs right now. No, also give me a list of other supplies, such as food, and I will go and procure them right away."

Upon hearing this, Dingxiang quickly stopped her, saying, "No, Your Highness, these things are very tiring. Let me do them all by myself. How can Your Highness suffer like this?"

Yi Shangyun frowned, turned to look at the patients filling the courtyard, and said, “Treating refugees is not something that can be done in a day or two, nor is it something that can be done by just three or five people. How can you bear such a huge expense? Besides, since I came in, I have only seen you busy treating them. This place cannot do without you.”

In fact, Dingxiang was already penniless.

When the master came over earlier and said he needed to purchase more herbs, she readily agreed, but she really had no idea what to do next.

When she left the palace to gather herbs in the mountains, she unexpectedly discovered several refugees searching for herbs on their own. She took them to the nearby Yanfu Temple, but unexpectedly, the number of refugees kept increasing. If Yanfu Temple hadn't been willing to take in these refugees unconditionally, they would probably all have ended up on the streets.

But she was still worried about Yi Shangyun's health: "Your Highness, you are still injured."

Yi Shangyun turned to look into her eyes, and said with righteous indignation, "Dingxiang, as the saying goes, 'The rise and fall of the nation is the responsibility of every citizen.' Even as a lowly pharmacist in the Imperial Pharmacy, you are so mindful of this principle, yet the current Emperor..."

Yi Shangyun was filled with grief. She never imagined that the Emperor Jing of the great Western Qin would treat the lives of these suffering people as worthless as ants and weeds.

Feeling deeply indignant, he paused for a moment, then made up his mind and said, "I am also a doctor. Seeing the people lose their homes, suffer from illness, and be abandoned by the very heaven they depend on and protect, I cannot stand idly by and watch them die!"

Just then, a weak voice suddenly came from the crowd.

She said with considerable skepticism, "Who are you, a little girl? How dare you talk such big words here! It's useless, you can't do anything. Our homeland has suffered from disasters year after year, and it's already riddled with holes. This time it's completely destroyed. Even if we are cured, we can never go back. It's better to die quickly. Maybe we can be reunited with our wives, children and elderly mothers in the underworld."

Upon hearing this, Dingxiang angrily retorted to the white-haired old man who had uttered those words: "Do you know who she is?"

Yi Shangyun quickly reached out, then shook her head, cutting off Dingxiang's remaining words: "Dingxiang..."

Then, he looked around and took a closer look at the white-haired old man in the crowd.

At this moment, he was leaning against the corner of the eaves, dressed in tattered clothes, sitting on the ground next to a red pillar.

Seeing the resolute and composed air about him, I asked, "Old man, if I'm not mistaken, you are the leader of this group of disaster victims. Did you bring them here? Since you are so eager to die, why did you go through all the hardships to bring them here from so far away?"

Seeing that Yi Shangyun spoke eloquently and hit the nail on the head with every sentence, before the old man could speak, Dingxiang looked at Yi Shangyun's profile with admiration and exclaimed, "Your Highness's eyes are so sharp! Back in the mountains, this old man was indeed the first person I met. He was leaning on his cane and was with two other people, also searching for medicinal herbs in the mountains."

Yi Shangyun asked in surprise, "Old man, are you also skilled in medicine?"

The old man spoke calmly, yet with a deep sense of sorrow: "It's nothing more than leading a group of people who should have died but haven't yet, making a final, futile struggle. What's there to talk about being good at or not?"

After listening for a moment, Yi Shangyun suddenly smiled and said with great conviction, "I, Yi Shangyun, hereby swear to the heavens and to all the gods in the temple... As long as I live, I will ensure that you return home safely, that your homes are rebuilt, that everyone lives in peace and prosperity, and that your descendants will never again suffer from the disasters of wind and sand."

Upon hearing this, everyone present fell into complete silence, seemingly shocked by his extremely serious determination.

After arranging and deploying all the rescue work in the temple, Yi Shangyun hurriedly left to take care of the remaining important matters left to him.

Dingxiang personally escorted them to the crossroads, saying with considerable unease, "Your Highness, yesterday in the palace, I was merely mentioning the situation here casually. I never expected you to actually find your way here. In truth, they are just a group of disaster victims; Your Highness, please don't take their words seriously!"

Yi Shangyun shook her head, her attitude resolute, and said, "No, Dingxiang, since I have said these words in public today, I will definitely do them. The court has already abandoned them once, and I cannot abandon them a second time! They cannot bear such repeated harm!"

However, Dingxiang was extremely worried about Yi Shangyun's health.

Treating the sick and providing disaster relief, rebuilding homes, preventing sandstorms...

None of these things can be accomplished overnight. How could a woman do something so simple?

So she tried to persuade her again: "But Your Majesty..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yi Shangyun interrupted him, saying, "Alright, don't worry about me anymore. Take care of yourself here. I'll come help you after I've taken care of the rest!"

Dingxiang had no choice but to nod. Yi Shangyun smiled and waved goodbye before leaving, saying, "Take care!"

"Your Majesty, please take care!"

Looking at her back, which was just as thin and frail as when she left the palace, Dingxiang suddenly realized that she had actually grown up, could shoulder more responsibilities, and had gradually become taller, just like a towering tree, solid and upright.

With the help of Yi Shangyun, Dingxiang can now wholeheartedly help the disaster victims without any worries.

Yet she herself had taken on so many difficult tasks. Dingxiang returned to the temple thoughtfully.

As soon as they entered, an older woman among the refugees asked, "Miss Ding, that woman just now seemed to have an extraordinary air about her. Who is she, the daughter of some high-ranking official in the capital?"

Dingxiang then raised her voice and announced to the crowd, "She...she is the Princess Consort of His Highness the Prince of Qin, who is second only to the Emperor! Today is the third day after her wedding to the Prince of Qin, and it is the day she returns to her parents' home!"

"What? She is the Princess Consort of Qin?"

"Why is there no trace of a princess's presence here?"

"On the day of returning home, he still came here to visit us."

"I just heard from the young monks at the temple that the princess will soon send us lots of food, clothes, and other necessities."

"We're finally saved!"

"There's hope! There's hope..."

"I believe things will only get better in the future..."

Everyone present was stunned. They whispered among themselves, full of hope that their hard-won future would eventually be bright.

The entire temple suddenly appeared vibrant with life.

The white-haired old man in the corner was startled upon hearing this, and then muttered to himself, "Not bad, she has the look of the Princess Consort of Qin!"

Meanwhile, in a teahouse in the west of the city, Tuoba Hong finally met the person he had been longing to find and waiting for for so long.

An old Taoist priest in green robes, carrying a fortune-telling banner, went upstairs and came to Tuoba Hong, who was sitting by the window drinking tea. He said, "It's been a long time. How have you been, young master?"

Tuoba Hong rose to return the greeting and said, "Daoist Master, how have you been? Please have a seat."

The two then decided to sit down together facing each other.

The old Taoist priest in blue spoke first, asking, "As soon as I returned to the City God Temple, the young novice told me that you, sir, have come from afar and have urgent business with me. May I ask what business you have with me?"

Tuoba Hong slowly took out a small vermilion wooden box from his person, placed it in front of the Taoist priest in blue, and asked, "I would like to ask the Taoist priest to help me see what kind of medicine this pill is?"

Upon seeing the familiar wooden box, the Taoist priest in green paused for a moment, then asked, "How did this pill end up with you, young master?"

Upon hearing this, Tuoba Hong seemed to suddenly realize something and asked him for confirmation, "What do you mean by that, Daoist? Could it be that this pill belongs to you?"

The Taoist priest in blue recalled, "That's right, this pill did indeed belong to me. However, I had already given it to someone else before, so I don't know how it ended up with you, young master?"

Tuoba Hong was truly astonished, never expecting that the medicine Yi Shangyun had given him was actually a gift from him. He then continued to ask, "What exactly is this pill? And what symptoms is it used for?"

The Taoist priest in green smiled, then picked up the small vermilion wooden box in front of him and examined it carefully. He said, "This pill is called the Resurrection Pill! Resurrection, resurrection, actually means half resurrection and half manifestation. When combined, one can know one's destiny!"

"Half resurrected, half manifested, together they reveal one's destiny!" Tuoba Hong repeated silently, yet still seemed somewhat confused.

He had always had a vague feeling that many things had happened to Yi Shangyun after she took half of the Rejuvenation Pill, including fragments of memories that kept popping up in her mind. He had to find out what was going on for her.

So he pressed on again, asking, "What do you mean by that, Taoist Master?"

The Taoist priest in green explained, "If you take only half of this Rejuvenation Pill, your true form in this life will be revealed. If you take the other half, you will remember all your past and present lives, which is to know your destiny!"

At this point, Tuoba Hong seemed to finally understand something.

Just as he was lost in thought, the Taoist priest in green suddenly exclaimed in alarm, "Oh no..."