The group traveled almost day and night, shortening their original arrival time by a third, and finally reached the Jiangnan region.
The Jiangnan region, shrouded in rain after the floods, appeared particularly desolate.
The streets were no longer bustling with vendors hawking their wares and people haggling over prices; instead, they were filled with a desolate atmosphere after the disaster.
Countless displaced people lined the streets, their homes destroyed by the floods, even though the floods had passed.
The rain continued to fall, as if the heavens had a leaky hole, showing no sign of stopping.
The refugees could only huddle together in a corner, watching as the group arrived.
However, his body was trembling violently, and he occasionally showed signs of fear.
Watching this scene, Di Beiyao sighed inwardly. The corruption of officialdom and the presence of greedy officials were indeed unavoidable in any dynasty.
Looking at Jun Wuji standing beside him, whose eyes were now as dark as an abyss,
Di Beiyao, however, detected a raging, fiery fury deep within his eyes.
She didn't know how to comfort him, so she simply reached out and grasped his calloused hand, calloused from years of wielding a sword.
Jun Wuji grabbed her hand instead. "Qingfeng, let's go to the provincial government!"
"Yes, my lord," Jun Wuke slowly replied after Jun Wuji's carriage had traveled a short distance.
"Lin Lei, follow them."
Very good, the fish has taken the bait, and everything is proceeding step by step according to his plan. From the moment he left the city gate, everything went very smoothly.
Provincial government.
The carriage stopped, and Jun Wuji and his entourage disembarked. Several guards stationed at the provincial government immediately stepped forward to block their path.
"Who are you? Look carefully, this is the provincial capital! Is this a place you can come to?"
Jun Wuji looked at the guard who had spoken, and the coldness in his eyes made the guard take a few steps back in fright.
But the guards still showed no sign of moving aside. Just as Qingfeng was about to draw his sword, the provincial government gates were opened.
A group of people in official robes came out. The one in the lead looked terrified and hurriedly knelt down before Jun Wuji. The group of people behind him also quickly followed suit.
"Your humble servant He Xun pays his respects to Your Highness Prince Ji. I was unaware that Your Highness would grace the provincial capital with your presence and was unable to greet you properly, causing Your Highness great trouble. I am guilty beyond measure and beg Your Highness's forgiveness!"
Upon hearing this, the guards who had blocked the door all showed expressions of fear.
His Highness Prince Ji?! That cold-faced Yama, the ruthless killer! Good heavens, they just stopped that Yama!
Thinking of this, the guards suddenly felt a cold sweat break out on their backs.
Di Beiyao looked at the people kneeling on the ground and couldn't help but scoff: They had only just arrived at the door, and this group of people had already gotten the news so quickly, tsk tsk tsk.
Jun Wuji, exuding a chilling aura, said, "Lord He, the displaced people in the city and on the streets are poorly clothed and starving."
"Yet you all gather here in your official robes in this vast provincial capital, what about the common people? Is it because the court has reduced your salaries every year, or is the court actually supporting a bunch of useless people?!"
Kneeling on the ground, He Xun couldn't help but reach out and wipe the sweat from his forehead with his wide robe, and spoke tremblingly:
"We deserve to die. The relief funds allocated by the court have just arrived, and we were just discussing them together."
How can this money be handled properly to maximize its effectiveness?
Di Beiyao almost burst out laughing. Hmm, they were even discussing how to make the most of the relief funds.
They're probably getting together to discuss how to divide the spoils more fairly.
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