The solution proposed by Di Beiyao was put forward by Jun Wuji because it was indeed a win-win solution.

So after some discussion, it was quickly put into practice.

That noon, the porridge was replaced with coarse rice, and after the refugees had filled their stomachs, they were gathered together to explain the government's intentions.

Furthermore, the government promised that after they rebuilt their homes, each household would receive five taels of silver, providing them with the initial means to establish themselves after the reconstruction.

This money was given to everyone out of their own pockets by His Highness Prince Ji and the Crown Prince. The refugees were overjoyed and actively joined the team building houses.

"Hey, did you know that this idea seems to have come from His Highness Prince Ji? I never thought that the cold-faced Yama would actually care about us commoners."

A burly, honest-looking man in the crowd spoke up, causing an uproar among those around him.

"How could that be? You must have misheard. How could the Cold-Faced Yama suggest such a thing to help us?"

"You know he's a ruthless killer, what do our lives mean to him?" a shifty-eyed man immediately retorted.

"You kid, don't disbelieve me. You all know my elder brother is a guard in the provincial government. This morning, when His Highness Prince Ji proposed this idea and discussed it with those corrupt officials..."

My older brother was standing right next to me and heard everything clearly. And this morning I even saw Ji Wang give Er Gouzi porridge and steamed buns.

They even had a traditional Chinese medicine doctor treat Er Gouzi's grandfather. Er Gouzi, don't you think so?

As soon as the man finished speaking, everyone looked at a thin, small boy at the back of the crowd.

The boy's clothes were tattered and worn, and he was emaciated, clearly due to malnutrition. However, he had a pair of bright, dark eyes that shone with extraordinary brilliance.

Er Gouzi's father was a soldier, but he died in battle a few years ago. His mother ran away with someone else, taking the condolence money issued by the government, leaving him and his grandfather alone.

"It's true, His Highness Prince Ji is a good person. My father mentioned it in a letter he sent me before."

His Highness Prince Ji is incredibly brave on the battlefield; he's a first-rate war god. My father even said that the border countries wage war against us every year.

Without His Highness Prince Ji, our Canglan Kingdom would have been embroiled in constant war long ago, and our people would never have had a peaceful life.

His Highness Prince Ji is not a ruthless killer, but a great hero of our Canglan Kingdom.

I've said this before, but none of you believed me.

The boy's voice was not loud, but it was firm and resonant, and the expression on his sallow and thin face was full of admiration.

This surprised everyone even more. Looking back, it made sense; their knowledge of Prince Ji was based entirely on hearsay and rumors from neighbors and storytellers.

No one has ever seen King Ji in person, let alone know what kind of person he was. Storytellers even say that King Ji was extremely ugly, with eyes as big as a cow's and a body like a bear.

But they saw His Highness Prince Ji in the morning. He was clearly a handsome man, not at all like the storyteller described!

Now, everyone began to have doubts in their hearts: were those rumors about the King of Silence really credible?

Standing not far from them, Di Beiyao overheard their conversation and couldn't help but raise his handsome eyebrows.

Hmm? This inadvertently debunked all those rumors about Jun Wuji? Would you call that an unexpected bonus?

However, she was very curious. No matter what Jun Wuji was like on the battlefield, there shouldn't be rumors everywhere that he was infamous for killing people without hesitation.

Her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly; it seemed that someone was secretly stirring things up.