"I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, lest you bring trouble upon yourselves. This man is a villager from Shijia Village, and he may have already been infected with the plague."

"If we don't bring him back, the entire Liangzhou city will suffer. We can't afford to commit such a crime." The leading soldier, with a burly face, pointed his short, fat finger at the villager, his words full of threat.

Seeing the people in front of him, especially the man and woman standing at the front, who were all noble and imposing, he wisely refrained from speaking his mind directly.

Song Zhiyu curled her lips and glanced at the soldiers. "After you take him back, what are your plans?"

"Naturally, they were burned to death. Doctor Ming said that we need to eliminate the root causes of the plague in order to cure this rampant epidemic."

The officers and soldiers said matter-of-factly that sacrificing the lives of a few villagers was better than letting the entire population of Liangzhou suffer.

Song Zhiyu scoffed coldly, her red lips parting slightly, "I want to see Lord Pei Qingyan."

Upon hearing this, the leading soldier's expression changed drastically. He drew his longsword from its sheath and held it against Song Zhiyu's face, his eyes full of vigilance. "Who exactly are you? Do you think you can just see Lord Pei whenever you want?"

Zhou Xingzhi glanced coldly at the gleaming silver blade, his pupils pitch black. He suddenly struck out, knocking the man's sword away, and gripped his neck tightly with his large, calloused hand, saying, "Who gave you permission to point a sword at her?"

The other officers and soldiers didn't even see how Zhou Xingzhi made his move before their leader had already been grabbed by the throat—it was terrifying.

"If you don't take us to see Lord Pei, you can leave your life here." Song Zhiyu shook the jade pendant tied to her waist. Her light tone revealed neither joy nor anger, yet it sent a chill down one's spine for no reason.

"I...I'll take it, I'll take it." The man gave in, breathing heavily, as if he had just escaped death.

After being intimidated, the man dared not play any tricks and led Song Zhiyu and the other person straight to the Liangzhou Prefectural Government.

*

"Dr. Ming, is this method really effective?" Prefect Li rubbed his hands together and looked at the white-haired, long-bearded old man beside him, his tone carrying a hint of obvious flattery.

If this method can really cure the plague in Liangzhou, he will have made a great contribution.

The old man didn't even lift his eyelids, stroking his beard with a confident look, "Of course, I've been practicing medicine for many years, why would I ruin my own reputation?"

"You won't ruin your own reputation, because you never even considered saving them." Song Zhiyu walked ahead, her beautiful face unable to hide her sarcasm.

The old man finally lifted his eyelids, puffed out his beard and glared, "Where did this brat come from, spouting nonsense here? Get her out of here right now!"

Prefect Li's expression was also not very good, but when he saw Song Zhiyu's appearance, the anger in his eyes dissipated a lot, and then a hint of covetousness flashed across his face.

This scene was witnessed by Zhou Xingzhi, who was following behind, and a murderous intent arose in his heart.

How dare they make a move on Yu'er? They must have a death wish.