"I've never lived in such a beautiful house in my life, I really don't want to leave."
"What nonsense are you talking about? This is the Eighth Prince's Mansion. We'll have to leave once the snow stops."
A group of people stood under the eaves, chattering away, their eyes glued to the exquisite details of the Eighth Prince's Mansion.
"That's... the Eighth Prince?" someone exclaimed.
Zhao Zhiyan raised an eyebrow, frowning slightly in displeasure. He gave the guard a meaningful look, and the guard gripped his sword tightly, adopting a "keep away" posture.
This group of people barely managed to rein themselves in.
"We must not let them break into the inner quarters!" Zhao Zhiyan ordered.
"yes."
The civil and military officials of Kyoto were full of complaints. They had taken in women, children and infants according to the agreement, and had to send people to watch over them every day to prevent any overstepping of the boundaries.
The group's basic needs, such as eating, drinking, and relieving themselves, naturally fell to this household.
"What a fine example he's set! What are you up to, Eighth Prince?"
"He doesn't seem to mind the chaos."
"I'm so angry."
Within three to five days, the faces of the civil and military officials were rather grim when they went to court, and their gazes toward Zhao Zhiyan were incredibly sharp.
Zhao Zhiyan always remembered Xu Lingqing's advice: once the heavy snow was over, the epidemic would arrive.
The imperial court had very few medicines on hand. If they were to continue this practice, countless people would die or be injured, and the capital would be thrown into chaos. If Zhao Zhiyan were to start a rebellion, he would surely find support.
“These officials may not truly support you. As long as you hold imperial power, they will have no choice but to bow down,” Xu Lingqing advised.
Having witnessed the fickleness of human relationships during this period, Zhao Zhiyan no longer takes these disdainful looks to heart.
The imperial court is also providing disaster relief.
It was just different from the grandeur of the Eighth Prince's Mansion.
"Your Highness, more and more people are praising the Eighth Prince's residence. If this continues, will it be dangerous?" Amber asked with some concern.
Song Yue remained calm and composed: "No rush, it's not the right time yet."
Xu Lingqing had limited funds, and the daily food expenses for these people were a huge burden.
"Some of the money was misused from the start."
"The better you treat someone, the less they will appreciate you if you do something even slightly bad; instead, they will hate you!" Song Yue sighed.
She wasn't guarding against the heavy snow, but rather against the epidemic.
Counting the days, the heavy snow would stop in ten days. She raised an eyebrow and thought, "Let's wait and see."
The first epidemic appeared very quickly.
And it was located in the Eighth Prince's Mansion.
A woman developed a persistent high fever, was delirious, and developed a rash on her wrists, which soon spread all over her body. An elderly man immediately recognized it as an epidemic.
"It's a plague!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him scattered like startled birds, running out with faces full of terror: "It's the plague! The plague, let us out of here!"
This shout stunned everyone in the courtyard.
When the maid came to report, Xu Lingqing's brow twitched: "How could the plague have arrived so quickly?"
"Your Highness, the courtyard is in complete chaos. What should we do?"
Xu Lingqing first ordered the doors to be closed and forbade anyone to leave. Mo Xiang was stunned: "Your Highness, this is an epidemic."
"No one in the entire capital has been found to have the disease, but it has broken out in our own residence. How will we explain this if word gets out?" Xu Lingqing forced herself to calm down, biting her lip, her eyes sharp: "Keep everyone in their rooms. No one is allowed to leave without permission, understand?"
His tone was menacing and filled with murderous intent.
Jasmine trembled and could only agree.
The commotion at the Eighth Prince's residence was quickly suppressed. At the same time, overnight, the people all learned that the kind and benevolent Bodhisattva was the Eighth Prince's Consort.
In an instant, the reputation of the Eighth Princess Consort reversed.
He became a living bodhisattva in the hearts of the people.
"Did Qing'er do something good?" Xuan Yuanche asked in surprise, a hint of relief in his eyes. Xuan Yuanming pursed his lips; he had been bored to death these past few days, locked up in the courtyard.
"She must have a purpose in doing whatever she does."
"Ming'er!" Xuan Yuanche frowned: "You must not be prejudiced against Qing'er."
Xuanyuan Ming grunted but remained silent.
But in just one night, the situation reversed again.
Suddenly, a guard ran out of the Eighth Prince's mansion, shouting that an epidemic had broken out in the mansion and that someone had deliberately poisoned the food.
"The Eighth Princess Consort is not a living bodhisattva at all; she is a devil. Relying on her medical skills, she deliberately kidnapped people and brought them to her mansion, feeding them leftovers every day. She mixed something that shouldn't have been added to the rice, causing many people to contract the plague. She also locked people up in one courtyard, trying to spread the plague to everyone. Everyone must be careful!"
The guard acted like a madman, running and shouting all the way.
The streets were already sparsely populated, and the sound was so shrill that it was hard not to hear it.
"Grab him!"
A group of guards chased after him, each carrying a knife.
"The Eighth Prince wanted to take advantage of the situation to cause chaos."
"The Eighth Prince harbors ill intentions!"
"The Eighth Prince's Consort aided and abetted the tyrant!"
Shouting again and again.
The sound echoed through the streets.
Suddenly, imperial guards descended from the sky and stopped the attendants. The crown prince stepped forward, his face cold: "Insolence! Seize him!"
The Imperial Guards captured all the guards.
They then ordered men to surround the Eighth Prince's residence.
The onlookers rushed back to report the news, and within an hour, the civil and military officials were furious, surrounding the Eighth Prince's residence in a huff.
"I was wondering why the Eighth Prince suddenly became so kind and took in the disaster victims. Turns out he had such wicked intentions!"
"He can't get anything good for himself, so he wants to drag us down with him. Bah!"
A group of people were so angry they wanted to roll up their sleeves and rush over.
Inside the door
Xu Lingqing's face was gloomy, her fingers clenched tightly. Moxiang panicked: "Your Highness, what should we do now? All the civil and military officials have surrounded our palace."
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