"puff--"

Upon hearing this, Di Beiyao couldn't help but burst out laughing, glancing at Jun Wuji standing beside him with a cold expression.

It's really hard to imagine that this guy would say something so shocking.

Then just be envious!

They were trying to mock them, but instead of understanding, he not only pretended not to understand, he also coldly threw a tantrum at them.

Look at this, is this something a human being would do?

Jun Wuke, the person involved, seemed unable to maintain his gentle expression at this moment, his face showing a hint of constipation.

The Hexun team also looked stunned, clearly shocked that Jun Wuji would utter such a shocking statement.

Jun Wuji, the instigator, completely disregarded everyone's feelings, taking Di Beiyao's hand and walking towards Qingfeng's carriage.

Before getting into the carriage, he coldly tossed out a sentence.

"If Your Highness wishes to establish a Crown Princess, just tell me. I can help Your Highness to mention it to your father. There's no need to be polite."

Upon hearing this, Jun Wuke's constipated expression turned completely ashen, turning a deep liver color.

"No need. Your Majesty, I have no intention of establishing a consort yet. I am grateful for your concern!"

After saying that, he tossed aside his embroidery, turned around, and got into his carriage.

Thus, the open and covert struggle between the two that morning came to an end.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but think: these two big Buddhas have finally stopped.

Only then did everyone relax a little, exchange glances, and then each got into their own carriage with their own thoughts.

With a large number of refugees in the capital, porridge distribution points were set up in two locations, one in the north and one in the south, for convenience.

The officials split into two groups: one group followed Crown Prince Jun Wuke to the north, and the other group followed Jun Wuji to the south.

When Jun Wuji and his group arrived at their destination, the porridge distribution was already nearly halfway complete, but the long queue of refugees still stretched like a dragon.

Seeing this, one can tell just how severe the disaster is.

When the person in charge saw Prince Ji arrive, they rushed over. After asking about the situation, Jun Wuji instructed them to continue distributing porridge.

Di Beiyao stood beside Jun Wuji, watching as most of the refugees ate their porridge nearby after receiving it. He figured they were all homeless and had nowhere to go after their families were swept away by the flood.

Distributing porridge is clearly not a long-term solution; these refugees eventually need a place to stay.

Instead of relying on the silver and personnel provided by the imperial court to rebuild houses and simply distribute porridge, which ultimately leads to overspending, it was better to...

Instead of simply distributing porridge, we should provide something that can actually fill one's stomach.

Wouldn't it be better to feed the refugees first, and then mobilize them to build houses and rebuild their crops?

Right now, shouldn't the refugees be more eager than anyone else to rebuild their homes?

The power of a crowd is immense; to motivate them, we must instill ideals in them.

At this moment, rebuilding their homes is their most urgent ideal.

She tilted her head to look at Jun Wuji, and squeezed his hand. Jun Wuji grasped her hand in return and gently squeezed it. "What's wrong?"

"With so many refugees having nowhere to go, what are your plans?"

She pursed her lips as she looked at the hand being held, knowing that the other person was taking advantage of her.

Jun Wuji patted her head, his tone gentle and doting, "I've already sent people to build a refuge, Yao'er, don't worry."

She knew it would be like this.

"I have a better way than this, and it can resolve the disaster much faster. Would you like to hear it?"

"Speak, I am listening," Jun Wuji's narrow phoenix eyes gleamed with an inexplicable light.

Di Beiyao then told Jun Wuji about the plan he had just come up with, and the more Jun Wuji listened, the brighter the light in his phoenix eyes became.

He reached out and patted Di Beiyao's head. "Yao'er is so smart."

He now seemed to understand what the Imperial Advisor had said.

A different soul with the imperial surname will unify the world.