With Bi Cao busy taking care of Jun Yan Yan, and no one to help Yun Qing Ran comb her hair, she casually picked up a calligraphy brush and simply tied her hair up, tucking the excess strands behind her ears.

Her hair was jet black and glossy, her skin as white and delicate as snow. The contrast between her black hair and white skin gave her a languid and alluring appearance. The sunlight shone on her white dress, making it shimmer, and she resembled a pure white lotus bud, so beautiful she seemed otherworldly.

As Jun Mo Lin was flipping through the book, he glanced at it by chance. The thick ink spread out in his deep eyes, like a landscape painting gradually spreading out within them.

Special feelings are like a seed, quietly buried deep in the heart, never to see the light of day. But this time alone with him, like a spring breeze and rain, allowed this buried feeling to break through the soil and grow wildly.

"What?! The Emperor didn't issue an edict to burn those refugees and punish Yunxiao, his son, and his daughter?!" Yun Xiyue was furious when she heard this news in the Yun residence.

"This is what I heard." Ranran stood to the side, her head bowed, not daring to look up.

"You never bring back any good news, what's the point of having you?" Yun Xiyue grabbed the teacup beside her and smashed it on Ranran's head.

Ranran felt a sharp pain in her forehead, followed by a warm liquid flowing down her forehead. When she touched it, she found it was blood.

"Get out of here, you're bad luck." Yun Xiyue looked at Ranran's blood-covered face without any remorse or fear, instead angrily ordering her to get out.

Ranran held back her tears, feeling wronged, and staggered downstairs.

Yun Xiyue raged in the room for a while, and only sat down when she was tired. She sneered and said, "That old bastard Emperor actually wants to protect those refugees. He's utterly foolish. Since you're so stupid, then I'll have to take action."

Rumors suddenly spread throughout the streets.

"Have you heard? A plague has broken out among the refugees."

"You're only finding out now? Didn't it spread like wildfire the day before yesterday? The Emperor has already dispatched troops to seal off the camps housing the refugees and has put His Highness the Prince of Beihan in charge of the matter."

"No, what I want to say is that I've heard this plague is highly contagious and very easy to spread."

"The camps are all sealed off, so the infection can't spread."

"I've heard that this plague can spread even from a distance, meaning we can get infected while we're outside. And that it's a death sentence if you get it."

"Really? That's terrifying!"

...

The entire capital was gripped by fear. Gradually, everyone gathered at the palace gates, demanding that the emperor execute the refugees and burn down the camps where they were housed.

Not only that, they also demanded that the Emperor punish the Marquis of Zhen'an and his son, believing that their mishandling of the situation was what caused the plague.

"Your Majesty, the crowds gathering at the palace gate are growing larger and larger. Should we send the Imperial Guards to disperse them?" Eunuch Wei asked the Emperor cautiously.

"No need, let them gather if they want to." The Emperor continued reading the memorials, completely unconcerned.

The camp is under control. The worst that could happen is that the refugees are killed and the camp is burned down, but everything is still under control.

"Your Majesty, I've heard that many wealthy families in the capital have fled with their families. If this continues..." Eunuch Wei dared not finish his sentence.

"It's alright." The Emperor remained unconcerned and instead asked, "How is Yun Qingran doing? Is there any clue as to how to treat the plague?"

"Your Majesty, no." Eunuch Wei shook his head, holding his whisk.

Ten days have passed, and almost everyone in the entire camp has been infected with the plague.

I've finished reading the plague records and medical books, but there's no record of corpse disease.

"Cough cough~" Yun Qingran lay on the bed, her whole body burning hot. She seemed to see her great-grandmother.

While applying a hot towel to lower her temperature, she was thinking about prescriptions. She came up with countless prescriptions in her mind, but in the end, she rejected them all.

"How exactly do we treat this? How exactly do we treat this?" Yun Qingran felt like she was going crazy with worry.

"Yun Qingran, calm your mind and focus." Jun Molin walked in and saw Yun Qingran muttering to herself about how to treat her, how to treat her. He quickly went to the bedside, pressed her shoulders, and gently called out to her.

Jun Molin's clear and cold voice was like a cool spring, slowly flowing through Yun Qingran's heart and extinguishing her burst of anxiety.

"Jun Molin." Yun Qingran seemed to wake from a dream, looking at Jun Molin sitting on her bed.

"I am here." Jun Molin looked at her flushed face and her watery eyes filled with pain, and his heart ached terribly.

"I have no clue, not a single clue. What should I do?" Yun Qingran said, her eyes filled with tears.

Grandpa had said she had a natural talent for medicine, and she thought she was doing very well. At first, she was confident she would find a cure for the corpse plague, but now her confidence had crumbled, and she had no clue what to do.

Looking at her like this, Jun Molin felt as if she were a flower blooming under the scorching sun, but had been battered by a violent storm, so pitiful that it broke his heart.

He pulled her into his arms and held her tightly, saying, "This isn't just your problem; don't put so much pressure on yourself."

Yun Qingran buried her head in his arms, tears falling silently. She was a doctor, and these more than ten thousand refugees were a heavy burden for her. Moreover, her father, her elder brother, and she herself had also contracted the virus. If they couldn't be cured, she didn't care; she could just die again and maybe even travel back in time. But her father and elder brother were different; they couldn't die.

Tears soaked through his clothes and clung to Jun Molin's chest, burning hotter than lava, making his heart ache.

"Alright, you should take a nap." Jun Molin raised his hand and pressed his finger on Yun Qingran's sleeping acupoint. She slowly closed her eyes, her body went limp, and she fell asleep.

Jun Molin held her and gently placed her on the bed, his movements even gentler than when he first held Yan Yan and An An.

"Sleep, everything will be alright when you wake up. Even if it isn't, you won't be alone." After saying that, Jun Molin pulled off the double gauze covering his face, lowered his head, and gently kissed Yun Qingran's red lips.

Her lips were delicate and full, rosy and soft; a gentle kiss etched that sensation into my heart.

"Your Majesty, more and more people from the capital are gathering at the palace gate. We can't just ignore this." Liang Xiangzhi led a group of ministers into the palace, knelt at the entrance of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and begged the emperor to kill all the refugees and burn down the camps where they were being housed.

"Xiangzhi, these more than ten thousand refugees are all subjects of my Northern Yin, all my subjects. You want me to kill them? How will I face the world after this?" The Emperor sat on the dragon throne, looking at Liang Xiangzhi with a cold gaze.

“Your Majesty is kind-hearted and loves his people, which is a blessing to all. But to sacrifice the small for the greater good, Your Majesty cannot ignore the capital and the Northern Yin.” After saying this, Liang Xiangzhi kowtowed and remained on the ground.