The crown prince was still wearing mourning clothes, his clothes were devoid of color, and he looked unlike a crown prince of a country.
Upon hearing that the Sixth Prince had arrived, they immediately ordered someone to invite him in.
The crown prince had lost a lot of weight, his face was pale, and there were dark circles under his eyes, clearly indicating that he had not rested well recently.
The Sixth Prince was worried that if the plague was not handled properly, the Crown Prince would fall ill again, so he reminded him to take better care of his health.
The crown prince waved his hand: "The people are living in misery these days, how can I enjoy comfort? What is the situation outside?"
The Sixth Prince relayed everything those old scoundrels had said to him. Upon hearing this, the Crown Prince did not fly into a rage like the Sixth Prince.
He was clever enough to have guessed the thoughts of his ministers in advance.
"The most urgent task now is to control the plague. As long as there is no trouble on your side, those civil officials will not be able to stir up any trouble."
The people the Sixth Prince sent out to find a way to govern the area recently returned with important information.
“There is a family on West Street where all the surrounding residents were infected, but they were the only ones who remained unharmed.”
The Crown Prince heard hope in his words, and his gloomy face lit up. He said urgently, "Then quickly take that family to the Imperial Hospital and let them come up with a way to treat them!"
The Sixth Prince sent people there immediately after receiving the news, but that family was no ordinary household.
"All the people we sent have disappeared."
The crown prince looked up at him: "What do you mean?"
The Sixth Prince frowned as he recalled the skilled blacksmith.
"The male head of that household is highly skilled in martial arts. Although I have never fought him, I can tell from my intuition that he is no ordinary person."
Plagues can kill people, and during this period, everyone is in danger.
Only someone with the heart of a bodhisattva would be willing to sacrifice themselves to save thousands of people.
The blacksmith was clearly not a kind-hearted person.
On the surface, the Crown Prince was optimistic about the situation in the court, but in private, he had already turned several hairs white with worry.
His voice held a subtle hint of malice as he spoke slowly and deliberately to the Sixth Prince.
"Sixth brother, you have to help me. You must bring them in. Adults are fine too, children are fine as well."
The Sixth Prince hesitated when he heard him mention the child.
The crown prince noticed the disapproval on his face, sighed, and patted him on the shoulder.
"If one person saves ten thousand people, it is a blessing to all living beings. Such a person with immeasurable merit will be worshipped by the people after death and revered by all."
The Sixth Prince knew he shouldn't be so sentimental at this moment. He hesitated for a moment, but upon hearing what the Crown Prince said, he immediately nodded.
"Your Majesty, I will take care of it personally!"
After the Sixth Prince left, the Crown Prince returned to his palace.
He stood before the enormous bronze mirror, looking at the murky reflection within, and chuckled.
"Whether you drag your sick body on or not, it's still torture. Your son is filial and wants you to pass away soon so you can be free. Why are you blaming me? Is this plague your way of getting revenge?"
He took off his mourning clothes, untied the white ribbon from his hair, changed into ordinary clothes, and asked someone to put a hair crown on him.
Then he stepped into mourning clothes and walked out of the palace.
Rumors circulated outside about how severe the plague was, but the Crown Prince had never seen it with his own eyes.
He is destined to be a wise ruler, so how can he not understand the suffering of the common people?
The East Street of the capital city is where important figures in the central government of the Great Chen regime reside.
It housed kings, nobles, high-ranking officials of the fifth rank and above. Merchants and other unrelated people, no matter how much money they had, were not allowed to stay there.
Since the outbreak of the plague, East Street has been completely closed, with only fresh fruits, vegetables and meat allowed to enter each day.
The deliveryman was stopped at the street corner and wouldn't be allowed to take another step.
The prince arrived alone at the makeshift checkpoint, where the guards stopped him, their voices rough and menacing.
"Who goes there? Don't you know the streets are closed and martial law is in effect? Go back!"
The prince took out a gold token representing his identity from his bosom, and the dozen or so guards at the gate knelt down in fear.
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