The soldiers obeyed the order, removed the spearheads from their spears, and slammed them hard onto the shoulders and backs of the refugees.

These refugees were already skin and bones from hunger. When they saw the food, they didn't care about anything else. Even though the blow broke their bones, they endured the pain and rushed towards the food.

The soldier who took action changed his expression slightly.

"Sir, these people have gone mad."

Even with broken bones, they're still charging forward. If we let them continue, they might hurt the Third Prince.

The leading general naturally noticed this and turned to look at the Third Prince Ming Yu. He saw that the Third Prince had a cold face and was not looking in their direction, but rather at the refugees surging in all directions like a tidal wave.

His face was grim. He turned to the soldiers and continued to order, "Didn't you hear His Highness say? Protect the grain, and do not harm their lives."

The soldier had no choice but to take up his spear and attack again.

The scene was extremely chaotic. The soldiers were hesitant and had to drag out civilians who had fallen to the ground to prevent them from being trampled to death or injured.

Finally, Mingyu made a move.

Ignoring the guards' attempts to stop him, he leaped off his horse, grabbed a refugee who was about to approach the grain cart, gripped his shoulder like a steel claw, and magically produced a piece of dry rations, stuffing it into the refugee's mouth.

The refugees, who had initially intended to resist, paused, then grabbed the dry rations with both hands and stuffed them into their mouths.

After dealing with one refugee, Ming Yu exerted a little force and flung the refugee out of the crowd.

"When did Your Highness acquire so much dry rations?"

The guards were astonished to see their prince pull out rations from his pocket as if by magic.

But they didn't hesitate; they quickly dismounted and rushed to Mingyu's side to protect him.

Seeing that this method worked, the other soldiers followed suit, and soon the turmoil caused by hundreds of refugees was quelled.

Mingyu returned to his horse, glanced around at the refugees who had been knocked to the ground, and showed no emotion in his eyes.

Turning his head to look at the still tightly closed city gate, his eyes turned slightly cold, and his hand gently stroked the curved sword at his waist.

"Those who want to eat, line up. Our prince is merciful and will give each of you a piece of cake to eat first."

Several soldiers in silver armor rushed out of the convoy, carrying bundles larger than themselves on their backs. A table was set down beside the city gate, and with a thud, the bundles were placed on the table, containing palm-sized bran cakes.

The refugees' eyes lit up, and they immediately rushed forward to grab it.

This time, the soldiers were different from before. They kicked the refugee at the front of the line away with one kick, but unfortunately, the refugees behind them showed no sign of backing down.

Seeing that the refugees were about to rebel again, a silver-armored guard drew his sword and slashed at the person in front.

The stench of the hot, foul-smelling liquid, along with the heads rolling away, calmed the refugees down.

"Line up, everyone will get a piece. If anyone causes trouble again, don't blame me for being ruthless with my sword." The silver-armored guard's expression was cold, and his sharp, sword-like eyes were fixed on the refugees in front of him.

The refugees instinctively backed away from his gaze.

"Are you...are you the adults from the disaster relief team?"

At that moment, a faint voice of inquiry came from the crowd.

"Before you stand His Majesty the Third, the Third Prince."

"His Majesty, out of compassion, has specially dispatched the Third Prince to Luzhou to pray for rain and provide disaster relief."

The silver-armored guard's expression remained cold, but a hint of respect rose in his eyes when he mentioned the Third Prince.

"This humble subject pays respects to His Highness the Third Prince. May His Highness live a thousand years!"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd knelt down and kowtowed in the direction of Ming Yu.

Other refugees followed suit and knelt down as well.

These people had tears in their eyes, and their eyes shone with joy. The officials from the imperial court who were there to provide disaster relief had finally arrived.

After that, without the Silver Armor Guards lifting a finger, the refugees spontaneously lined up.

The convoy heading towards the city gate moved simultaneously with the line of refugees lining up beside the gate.

When the convoy arrived at the foot of the city wall, Ming Yu looked up at the tightly closed city gate and glanced at the guard beside him. The guard nodded, spurred his horse forward, and was about to call out when a heavy sound came from the city gate in front of him, and the city gate opened to both sides.

"This humble official pays his respects to His Highness the Third Prince."

A plump old man, over fifty years old, led a group of gray-haired officials out of the city gate. Before they even got close, he knelt down in front of Ming Yu.

Mingyu dismounted and walked towards the group of officials.

A slightly childish voice, seemingly filled with the chill of millennia, coldly asked, "Are you the Prefect of Xuchuan?"

"It is indeed your humble servant."

The fat old man straightened up, his hands bowed, a few drops of cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

"good."

The young man parted his red lips, and before Magistrate Xu Chuan could ask what he meant, he felt a coolness on his neck, and a surge of heat gushed out. No matter how he tried to cover it with his hand, he couldn't stop it.

"Why..."

He stared in shock, his eyes wide with a thousand questions.

The officials who came with him were terrified by Ming Yu's act of killing without warning, and they trembled like leaves.

"He deserves to die for falsely reporting the disaster and failing to promptly open granaries to provide relief to the people."

Leaving behind a cold remark, Ming Yu sheathed his sword, not even glancing at the other officials before him, and walked straight into the city.

The grain transport team drove the pigs, cattle, and sheep around them and entered the city.

As the only carriage in the procession passed through the city gate, a corner of the carriage curtain was lifted, revealing a wrinkled face and a pair of shrewd eyes like a mouse.

"He brought this on himself."

After speaking, the carriage curtain was lowered, the person inside closed their eyes, their forehead throbbed slightly, and a long, soft sigh came from inside the carriage.

Jiang Bai was unaware of what had happened in Xu Chuan Prefecture, nor did she know that the cheat code she desired most had appeared on someone else.

She sized up the person in front of her, her eyes filled with suspicion, and asked again, "Jiang Songzong's matter really has nothing to do with you?"

Ji Yanwen remained calm, wearing a mask that made it difficult to discern his true expression.

He said helplessly, "What's wrong with Jiang Songzong? Tell me!"

Seeing that his expression didn't seem fake, Jiang Bai frowned slightly.

"His hand was broken and his voice was also knocked out."

Ji Yanwen's eyes widened slightly, and he rolled his eyes as he asked, "Crippled?"

"No, not at all." Jiang Bai's voice carried a hint of regret.

In the afternoon, she specifically asked people in the same village if her arm could be healed and her throat was fine, but she would not be able to speak or write for quite some time.

"That's such a pity," Ji Yanwen sighed, feigning nonchalance.

Who can argue with that!

Jiang Bai wanted to sigh, and even considered whether he should take this opportunity to deliver a few more punches and cripple him completely.

But considering that the whole village knew about his health condition, it wouldn't be appropriate for her to do that.

"Didn't you go to find out what was going on? How did it go?"