Chapter 110 Whose attic is the Cabinet?

"Reporting to Your Excellency, two days ago, Lord Yang personally led troops to Yangling Prefecture to search for medicine."

Hunted down by the prefect of Yangling Prefecture, they barely managed to bring the medicinal herbs back, and now the plague is under control.

"A chase?! What on earth is going on?"

Ding Yan hurriedly got down, and Wei Jingchen personally led him on a tour.

On the way, Wei Jingchen told him about what had happened in the past few days.

Of course, this is the version where Yang Xian takes the blame.

"This is absolutely outrageous!"

Ding Yan was filled with righteous indignation, and at the same time, he was moved by Yang Jingyan's spirit of sacrificing himself for the people.

"When I return to the capital, I will certainly report this matter truthfully to His Majesty!"

Wei Jingchen obediently lowered his head, but his eyes revealed a confident understanding.

A person like Yang Jingyan should not be buried in such a small county town.

Coincidentally, the visitor was none other than Ding Yan, an upright official.

With his appreciation, Yang Jingyan will surely have a better future this time!

Upon receiving the news, Yang Jingyan hurriedly rode over.

"I am sorry for not greeting you properly, sir!"

"What crime has Lord Yang committed? I was merely acting on His Majesty's orders to thoroughly investigate the crimes of the Governor-General of Jiangnan."

Passing through Yangguan County, they came to investigate whether it was related to the Governor-General of Jiangnan.

A thorough investigation of Jiangnan?

"May I ask, sir, what about the plague and the refugees...?"

Yang Jingyan found it absurd.

Shouldn't the most urgent task be to find ways to resettle refugees, allocate funds, provide medical care and medicine, and quickly control the epidemic?

What is the point of investigating the Governor-General of Jiangnan now?

Seeing the word "absurd" almost written on his face, Ding Yan felt extremely ashamed.

"Before I left the capital, the Ministry of Revenue had already prepared the regulations."

"The charter will be submitted to His Majesty; surely, a decree will be issued soon."

Before leaving the capital, Ding Yan spent the entire day at Shen Lihui's residence, watching him tirelessly organize the regulations.

This was the only thing Ding Yan could do for the disaster victims.

"Can……"

Yang Jingyan wanted to say something, but Wei Jingchen grabbed him.

Their emperor prioritizes the art of ruling, and the lives of refugees are not so important to him.

However, the Governor-General of Jiangnan concealed the matter, which crossed His Majesty's bottom line.

Just as the adults were feeling down, Yun Zhao came running over from not far away.

"Brother Jingchen, Uncle Yang, who is this gentleman?"

Yun Zhao hugged Wei Jingchen's leg, tilted her head back, and asked curiously.

She had seen them earlier, but they were talking so much that she didn't have a chance to rush over and eavesdrop.

Wei Jingchen smiled and picked her up, "This is Lord Ding from the Cabinet."

"The Cabinet? Whose attic is the Cabinet?"

Yun Zhao's childlike words immediately made Ding Yan laugh.

"The cabinet is like the attic in His Majesty's house."

Seeing her adorable appearance, Ding Yan made a rare joke.

"Your Majesty? Is this my uncle's house?"

Imperial Uncle?

"This is... Princess Jinglan?"

"It's me! Uncle Ding is an official in the palace of my uncle, the Emperor. Do you know my father?"

Yun Zhao blinked her big eyes at him, her innocent little face making Ding Yan feel guilty.

"Well, I'd say we know each other."

When the late emperor was alive, he often had his princes discuss state affairs with the cabinet ministers.

In Ding Yan's view, the intelligent, kind-hearted, and compassionate Third Prince is the most suitable candidate for Crown Prince.

But who would have thought that His Majesty, in the prime of his life, would suddenly pass away from illness?

The imperial edict even designated the narrow-minded second prince, who only knew how to weigh imperial power, as the heir to the throne!

"Does Uncle Ding know how my father is doing? Zhao Zhao is so worried about him, waaaaah..."

As Yun Zhao was speaking, she suddenly pouted and burst into tears.

Ding Yan panicked immediately.

Why is this little baby crying so suddenly?

"Waaaaah! Daddy, I want Daddy!"

Yun Zhao cried louder and louder, and even Pei Jishi, who was taking the pulse of the people not far away, could hear it.

He hurriedly put down what he was holding and rushed over.

"Oh dear, what's wrong with you officials? What have you done to my beloved disciple?"

"Four Tigers, woohoo woohoo!"

Yun Zhao cried so hard she could barely speak, and opened her little arms, wanting Pei Jishi to hold her.

Wei Jingchen didn't expect her to cry so hard, so he quickly put her in Pei Jishi's arms.

The nearby residents all looked at Ding Yan with disapproving eyes.

"You officials, you know nothing of human suffering, yet you've bullied the little miracle doctor like this!"

"Exactly! You wouldn't happen to be in cahoots with that Governor-General of Jiangnan, would you?"

"Get out of here!"

"Get out!"

In an instant, the crowd erupted in anger, making Ding Yan blush deeply.

Ding Yan worked diligently his whole life, but in his old age, he was regarded as a corrupt official by the people!

"No, no, Zhao Zhao misses her father!"

Yun Zhao quickly waved his hand, refuting Ding Yan's claim.

Ding Yan bowed to the people in shame, but dared not utter a single word in his defense.

"My name is Ding Yan. I have been ordered to investigate the case of the Governor-General of Jiangnan. Please grant me some time."

I will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly and get to the bottom of it, restoring justice for everyone!

"Justice? My mother died of illness, who will give me back my mother's life?"

"If it weren't for the young miracle doctor and the old valley master, we wouldn't even be able to get a sip of medicine. What justice is there to speak of?!"

The people wept bitterly, each word a knife stabbing into Ding Yan's heart.

He served as an official for decades, rising to the rank of cabinet minister, yet he could only humiliatingly accept imperial orders to investigate the Governor-General of Jiangnan!

What the people need most right now is the silver allocated by the Ministry of Revenue.

They are the drug dealers who have no money and won't even give half a pound of medicine!

Seeing Ding Yan's guilty expression, Yun Zhao understood that this official was a good official.

In this world, even a good official doesn't have much power.

She choked back tears as she explained, "Don't be angry, everyone. Uncle Ding will help you!"

Ding Yan watched as the little girl nestled in the old man's arms, her eyes red and swollen from crying.

Yet she was still trying her best to explain to him in her childish voice, which made me feel incredibly sad.

"I have a question: why do the people call the young princess the Little Divine Doctor?"

Pei Jishi's first impression of him was not good, and he casually explained, "Zhaozhao is my personal disciple."

If she hadn't diagnosed the refugees with the plague so quickly...

If Your Excellency were to investigate the Governor-General of Jiangnan now, you would likely only find the city littered with corpses; where would justice be found then?

Pei Jishi's words shocked Ding Yan.

"You mean, Princess Jinglan..."

If he remembered correctly, the Prince of Jin's daughter should only be five years old this year, right?

A five-year-old girl has taken on the heavy responsibility of stopping the spread of the plague?!

The daughter of the Prince of Jin was indeed like him, with the world in her heart and putting the people first in everything!

The poor Prince of Jin was severely punished by His Majesty with fifty strokes of the military rod, and his fate in Jiangnan remains unknown!

Ding Yan secretly made up his mind that even at the risk of being punished by His Majesty, he would protect Prince Jin in Jiangnan!

"Lord Yang, I have other important matters to attend to. I wonder if you could find a few commoners to come so that I can inquire about the matter of the Governor-General of Jiangnan?"

Ding Yan abruptly changed the subject and got straight to the point.

Observing his expression, Yun Zhao understood that he had achieved his goal.