Qin Yue Zhao's gaze fell on the jade pendant.
It was an almost transparent white jade pendant, carved with peonies and magpies. Under the light, it looked lifelike and was obviously very valuable.
Just as she was about to speak, a small head suddenly peeked out from behind the old man.
It was a seven or eight-year-old child, so thin he was skin and bones. His small face, no bigger than a palm, was covered in dust and frostbite. Even his hands and feet were swollen and red from the cold, with cracked sores.
Qin Yue Zhao squatted down and patted his head.
"What's your name? How old are you?"
"My name is Changbai, and I am seven years old." The child didn't flinch, but timidly raised his eyes.
"So you're from the State of Wei?"
"Yes." Changbai nodded, his big eyes full of curiosity.
Qin Yue Zhao took a deep breath.
"Wan'er, collect the people's belongings, prepare paper and pen, write down their wishes, and ask General Huo to find more old quilts so that they can sleep warmly at night."
"Oh, right, ask Dr. Zhang to prescribe more frostbite cream for them."
Upon hearing this, the disaster victims in front of them all knelt down.
"Thank you, Your Highness! Thank you so much, Your Highness!"
"Your Highness, even our king disregards our lives, yet you disregard the hatred between our two nations and take us in. You are truly a goddess descended to earth, a living bodhisattva!"
"Your Highness, I am willing to serve you with all my heart and soul, to be your servant!"
"..."
The refugees' cheers echoed across half the sky, and Qin Yue Zhao smiled knowingly.
"Since you acknowledge me, I will naturally treat you as my own subjects."
"Don't worry, I will send you what you asked for very soon."
Anyway, the gods really like these things, whether it's from the Great Gan, the Great Wei, or other countries.
She accepted anything good and offered it to the gods.
Xu Qingsheng silently painted this scene and wrote a poem to praise her.
For the entire night, Qin Yue Zhao stayed at the city gate, helping Huo Jiajun with matters. She helped mix cement when the soldiers were digging irrigation ditches and helped burn honeycomb briquettes when they were setting up soup kitchens.
She does everything herself and does her best.
When the refugees saw that the Huo family army in Liangcheng didn't use firewood but instead used black, perforated stones to start a fire, their eyes widened in disbelief.
"Look, Princess Da Gan can start a fire with stones! She really has divine power!"
"Not only that, I also saw that she could build mud walls without using glutinous rice, and that pool was more sturdy than my house."
"And the construction materials of that shed, they didn't use wood, they used steel and waterproof fabric! Steel, we don't even have that in our Great Wei, and the waterproof fabric doesn't leak a drop of water, it's better than my water ladle."
"..."
Hearing the refugees scream, Zheng Hu chuckled and boasted to them.
"That's nothing! Our Highness can fly!"
"Oh my, Princess Daqian can fly to the heavens?"
Qin Yue Zhao's eyelids twitched.
Who can go to heaven?
If you can't speak properly, then don't speak at all, okay?
Soon, the moon rose in the east, and the first rays of dawn pierced through the clouds, illuminating the Huo family army's banner on the city wall.
Qin Yue Zhao shouted loudly to the Huo family army: "Open the pots and distribute the grain!"
Thousands of refugees cheered in unison: "The food has been distributed! Long live Your Highness!"
Just then, Chen Wan'er ran out of the city again.
"Your Highness, we've caught Jia Dafu!"
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