"Burn down the camp? The Right Chancellor makes it sound so easy." Jun Mo's voice preceded his arrival.

Everyone turned to look and saw Jun Molin coming in wearing black armor and combat boots. He walked very fast, and the cloak behind him fluttered with his steps. His eyebrows were like cold knives and his eyes were like thousand-year-old ice, making people dare not look directly at him.

"Lin'er." The Emperor's expression softened slightly when he saw Jun Molin.

"Your subject pays respects to Your Majesty." Jun Molin bowed to the Emperor with clasped hands.

Throughout the entire Northern Yin, Jun Molin was the only one who did not need to kneel before the Emperor.

"Get up," the Emperor said, raising his chin.

"Why is Your Highness the Northern Cold King back so early today?" Liang Xiangzhi asked Jun Molin with a smile.

Recently, during winter training, Jun Molin has to go out of the city every day to the military camp to drill the soldiers, and he doesn't return until late at night.

"When did it become the Right Chancellor's business to manage my schedule?" Jun Molin turned to the side, his dark eyes cold and devoid of any warmth.

These words were quite impolite, and Liang Xiangzhi's expression immediately turned somewhat unpleasant.

"Lin'er." The Emperor called out to Jun Molin, and Jun Molin turned his gaze back to the Emperor.

“Your Majesty, I believe the Right Chancellor is right. Those refugees are nothing compared to the importance of the capital. If they are not handled properly, the entire capital will suffer.” A minister stepped forward and continued the previous topic.

“Your Majesty, there are tens of thousands of refugees in the camp, as well as many volunteers from the capital. The Marquis of Zhen’an and his family of three are also among them. Isn’t burning down the camp too cruel?” Another minister stepped forward to object.

"I also think it's too cruel," Jiang Yunqi added, standing up to object.

"Why are you getting involved?" Jiang Yunqi's father, Minister Jiang, glared at him fiercely.

Jiang Yunqi ignored Minister Jiang and insisted on his own opinion.

"Lord Jiang is so protective of the Yun family because he is fond of Miss Yun, isn't he?" Liang Xiangzhi glanced at Jiang Yunqi with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the Emperor's eyes widened. What?! Someone was eyeing that girl from the Yun family! He quickly looked at his son, Jun Molin, but saw that Jun Molin did not react at all.

"Minister Liang, let's not discuss such private matters for now," the Emperor said displeasedly.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Liang Xiangzhi replied, clasping his hands in a gesture of respect.

"The plague concerns the safety of the capital and the Northern Yin, and cannot be taken lightly. But the tens of thousands of refugees are also citizens of Northern Yin, and cannot be taken lightly either. Therefore, let's first seal off the refugee camps and see if there is a cure, and then we can discuss it further," the Emperor said.

"Yes, Your Majesty," the civil and military officials replied in unison.

"Your Majesty, who should be in charge of the plague?" Liang Xiangzhi asked.

The ministers quickly lowered their heads, fearing that the emperor might have specifically chosen them to be in charge of this matter, and what if they contracted the plague?

“Father, let me take charge,” Jun Molin said.

"No, you have to be in charge of the winter training of the army camp, where will you find the time?" The Emperor immediately refused. The plague was merciless, and he could not let his son take the risk.

"Your Majesty, I have already entrusted the winter training to Pei Chen." Jun Molin raised his eyes to look at the Emperor, his gaze unwavering.

The Emperor knew that this was in the imperial court; if it were in private, his son wouldn't need his permission at all and would go directly.

"Alright, but you must be careful not to catch the plague," the Emperor said worriedly.

"Yes." Jun Molin finished speaking and turned to leave the main hall.

After he left, the ministers felt much less pressured; His Highness the Prince of Beibeihan was simply too imposing.

"We need to go out."

"Let us out."

"Open the door, open the door! We don't want to stay inside."

"Open the door quickly."

...

The camp where refugees were being housed had descended into chaos. Everyone wanted to leave, especially the volunteers, who wanted to go home.

"What should we do?" Yunxiao was very anxious as he watched this scene. If these people continued to cause trouble, the imperial court would definitely send troops to suppress them, and there would definitely be casualties.

Yun Qingran pursed her red lips, then picked up a gong from the side and banged it hard.

The loud noise stunned everyone, and they all fell silent, turning their gazes to her.

Yun Qingran walked to a high place, scanned the people present, and then slowly spoke, "Everyone, there is a plague among the refugees. The plague is contagious, and I understand that you are all afraid. But you cannot go out."

"Why can't we go out? What gives us the right to not go out?" someone asked excitedly.

“Because the epidemic is contagious, what if you go out and infect other people? Then the entire capital will fall.” Yun Qingran paused and continued, “Don’t be afraid, don’t be scared. I am a doctor, I know medicine, and I will definitely find a way to treat the plague.”

"Can you really find a cure for the plague?" the man asked her, half-believing.

"I can do it, I definitely can," Yun Qingran said firmly.

“We refugees are already unwelcome, and now we’ve contracted the plague. The court will surely abandon us.” One of the refugees covered his face and cried out in fear.

The reason why everyone wants to go out is this: refugees are already a burden, and now that a plague has broken out, the imperial court may burn them all to prevent the spread of the plague.

When plagues struck, if there was no cure, the most common method of treatment was simply to burn the dead. This practice was no secret; everyone knew it.

"No, the imperial court will not abandon you." A deep, magnetic, yet indifferent voice rang out.

Then, a black figure stepped through the air, his robes fluttering, as if a god had descended.

"Father!" Jun Yan Yan shouted happily upon seeing him.

A figure landed steadily next to Yun Qingran. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed His Highness the Northern Cold King.

Jun Molin, dressed in black, was incomparably handsome, while Yun Qingran, dressed in white, was breathtakingly beautiful. Both exuded a powerful and reassuring aura, as if they could hold up the sky even if it collapsed.

"Yan Yan." Upon seeing Jun Yan Yan, a look of worry crossed Jun Mo Lin's face.

Yan Yan is so young and in poor health, what if she catches the plague?

"I'm sorry." Yun Qingran twisted her two index fingers together as she apologized to Jun Molin.

Jun Yan Yan came here with her. If it weren't for her, Jun Yan Yan wouldn't be trapped here and facing the danger of being infected with the plague.

"It's not my sister's fault, it has nothing to do with her. I wanted to come with her. If Father wants to blame someone, blame Yan Yan." Jun Yan Yan quickly explained.

"Yes, Father knows. Father doesn't blame her, nor does he blame you." Jun Molin squatted down and pinched Jun Yanyan's little cheek.

Hearing Jun Molin say this, Yun Qingran glanced at him. This man still had a bit of humanity sometimes.

"Your Highness, is what you just said true? The court really won't abandon us?" someone boldly asked Jun Molin.

"Really." Jun Molin looked at everyone and answered solemnly.

"Yay, that's great!" everyone cheered.