He moved his lips, trying to persuade the landlady that it was a dead city, and even Bian Que (a legendary Chinese physician) wouldn't dare go there. It was full of sick people, and she might get infected one day.

As if knowing he was about to speak, the proprietress didn't even turn her head and simply said, "Wang Er, shut up."

Wang Er shut his mouth in frustration. He hadn't even had a chance to speak yet, so why was he being told to shut up?

Furious, Wang Er could only look away and stare at the armored men with a burning gaze. The soldier at the front, whose size was comparable to his, became the target of his venting anger.

Xie Fu stared at her, his fingertips clenched so tightly they turned white, his Adam's apple bobbing, his expression extremely complicated. He said to her slowly and with difficulty, "It's... very dangerous there."

If so many people in the capital of Xiliang have contracted the plague, how much more so in the cities south of the capital?

Shu Yun didn't speak.

Didn't you already plan for me to go south before you came? How much of your advice to me not to go now is genuine?

If she were not a celestial being from Penglai, but a true mortal, this journey would likely be fraught with peril, and she would probably never return.

She said calmly, "The plague originated in the south, which means there are more patients and more cases, making it easier for me to develop prescriptions. I am a doctor and know how to protect myself, so you... you don't need to worry."

Xie Fu was about to blurt out "Don't go" several times, but when he thought of the serious expressions on the faces of the Xiliang leaders gathered at the Xie residence, he gritted his teeth and swallowed it back.

Her medical skills are evident to all. When disaster strikes, it is human nature to seek advantage and avoid harm. The south is in dire need of excellent doctors.

His raven-black eyelashes drooped down, casting a shadow beneath his eyes. The arrogant and unruly young master of the Xie family, unusually, shed his usual nonchalant and carefree demeanor, appearing somewhat helpless.

"You don't need to worry about supplies. The cities you arrive at will definitely provide full assistance." Xiliang and Nanman were severely weakened by the plague, and the Central Plains would certainly not let this opportunity pass. He had to lead his troops to northern Xiliang and could not go with her.

He slowly bent down, took her hand, and held it tightly. His beautiful dark eyes looked at her, not missing a single subtle expression on her face. "When you return, I will formally propose marriage to you and announce to the Western Liang that you will be my wife."

Shu Yun tilted her head to look at him, her eyes crinkling, and smiled as she agreed:

"good."