Chapter 335: Crowning the King, Funeral
Shen Qingtan thought to himself, a person like the Imperial Teacher should know this, right?
Princess Yizhen was a person belonging to the Emperor of Northern Qi. The fact that Princess Yizhen was fed to wild beasts showed that she had a high status and was under the protection of the Emperor of Northern Qi.
It is also possible that that person is the Emperor of Northern Qi...
The Imperial Tutor is the teacher of the Emperor of Northern Qi. Will he tell them the murderer?
Before Shen Qingtan found out the Imperial Teacher's purpose, he did not dare to test the Imperial Teacher rashly, for fear of getting himself into trouble.
"Second Madam." Tingxue came in and said breathlessly, "Princess Guangning wants to see you."
After the two countries agreed on the marriage, Princess Guangning returned to Northern Qi with the imperial tutor to wait for her marriage.
Shen Qingtan pursed her lips slightly and declined, "I'm closed to visitors recently."
Tingxue understood that the Second Master had passed away and that the Second Mistress was indeed not suitable to receive guests, so she went to reply to Princess Guangning.
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The Northern Qi Emperor posthumously conferred the title of Huiming Imperial Noble Consort on Princess Yizhen and the title of Prince of Guangling on Zhao Yi. Furthermore, at the suggestion of the Imperial Tutor, Yuncheng and Panshicheng were granted as fiefs to Zhao Yi.
Zhao Yi died of illness in Yingcheng, so his funeral was arranged to be held in the fiefdom, and Shen Qingtan was going to the fiefdom to hold Zhao Yi's funeral.
In order to show his appreciation for Zhao Yi, the Emperor of Northern Qi specially sent the imperial teacher and the second assistant to Yuncheng to express condolences.
The people in the capital therefore learned that their prince, who had been exiled to the Great Zhou, had contracted the disease and died while fighting the plague.
The people did not have much opinion on this prince who had half the blood of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Only a few of them were very repulsive to Zhao Yi.
After all, the Great Zhou was an enemy country, and it separated a city from the Northern Qi, bringing humiliation to the Northern Qi.
But from some hidden corner, there was a subtle voice saying that the Imperial Master had abandoned the people of Yuncheng and Panshi City, and did not care about their lives.
However, Zhao Yi disobeyed the imperial teacher's order and assisted the prefect in closing the city gates, thus preventing the sick people from fleeing to other cities.
Then he asked the prefect to place the sick people together and protect those who were not infected, so as to prevent the plague from getting out of control.
Afterwards, a prescription was given to Yuncheng and Panshicheng, and the medicine showed some effect after the patients took it.
However, Zhao Yi suddenly fell ill and died.
This news spread louder and louder in the capital, and everyone knew what Zhao Yi had done for the people of Yuncheng and Panshi City.
Slowly, these voices spread to other counties, and the people in other cities adjacent to Yuncheng and Panshi City were extremely grateful to Zhao Yi.
If he had not closed the city gates, the county where they were would probably not have been spared.
Perhaps it was because Zhao Yi died that people forgot that he was half-blooded of the enemy country, and only remembered what he had done for the people of Northern Qi. They no longer hated and excluded him, but instead continued to praise him.
This news reached the ears of Lin Yi, who was far away in Yuncheng. He didn't understand where the news came from.
Zhao Yi is clearly dead, so why are we still trying to build momentum for him?
The confidant said, "Sir, I suspect the Imperial Master leaked this information. Zhao Yi has made contributions to the people of Yuncheng and Panshicheng, and the prescriptions he gave have been somewhat effective. Even if you successfully cure the plague, you will only be stealing Zhao Yi's achievements, and you will be overshadowed by him."
Lin Yi thought the same thing in his heart and sneered: "I won't let him succeed."
At this time, someone came to report: "Master Lin, the prefect is here."
Lin Yi took out a piece of cloth from his sleeve, covered his mouth and nose, walked out of the mansion, and saw the prefect waiting at the door.
He asked, "Master Jiang, what's the situation in Yuncheng?"
Prefect Jiang quickly said, "The patient has taken the medicine sent by His Highness and has felt some relief. The doctor said that with another ten or twenty doses of the decoction, he may get better."
Lin Yi frowned and continued to ask, "How many new patients are there every day?"
"Hundreds," said Magistrate Jiang with a frown, "I hope that after taking this medicine for a while, all the patients will recover."
Lin Yi signaled to Prefect Jiang to lead the way and check on the patient's condition.
"The disease is highly contagious. Your Highness has never come into contact with any of the patients. He simply stood for a moment at the door of the bamboo shed where the patients were housed, and he contracted the disease."
Magistrate Jiang said hesitantly, "Do you really want to go visit?"
After saying this, Prefect Jiang noticed that Lin Yi's face was very unhappy. He suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly said, "This subordinate will take you to see it."
Lin Yi followed Magistrate Jiang to Hua'anfang with a cold face.
Magistrate Jiang did not take Lin Yi to the patients, but went into a pub across the street. Standing at the window, he could see the sheds where the patients were housed.
Lin Yi heard the grief-stricken cries coming from the shed, and heard the doctor carrying out the dead civilians from the shed. His brows furrowed tightly.
"I think the medicine His Highness gave me is ineffective. Not a single patient has improved. They are just hanging on by a thread, and people are dying every day."
"From ancient times to the present, no one who contracted the plague has survived. The only one who could cure the plague was the Medical Saint Zhong Yuan, but he is said to be dead."
At this point, Lin Yi said in a deep voice: "These patients cannot be cured. Their existence will only kill more people. In my opinion, we might as well set it on fire and completely eliminate the root cause of the epidemic."
Prefect Jiang's expression suddenly changed: "This... this is too cruel and inhumane..."
"If there was a cure, I would do everything in my power to save their lives. Unfortunately... their fate was already sealed when they contracted the disease."
"The prescription given by His Highness was effective, so why did he die of illness?"
"I have no choice but to make this decision."
Lin Yi closed the window. "If the plague is quelled soon, you might be rewarded by the court for your meritorious service. But if the plague in Rock City is quelled, but not in Cloud City... then it won't just be your official hat that'll be taken away, it'll be your head."
Magistrate Jiang shuddered and subconsciously touched his neck.
Lin Yi patted Governor Jiang on the shoulder and said, "Think about it carefully."
Prefect Jiang lowered his eyes to look at Lin Yi's hand on his shoulder, and then he heard Lin Yi say meaningfully: "There's no one in this tavern, and there's a stove. It could easily catch fire."
After saying this, Lin Yi left.
Magistrate Jiang stood there, staring blankly at the brazier in the room, where the red charcoal fire crackled.
He felt a chill in his heart, thinking that Lin Yi was hinting that he had set fire to the patients and then spreading the rumor that the fire was caused by the patients trying to keep warm.
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Lin Yi returned to his residence when someone came to report, "Sir, I've heard some news. The Emperor posthumously conferred the title of Prince of Guangling on Zhao Yi, and designated Yuncheng and Panshicheng as his fiefdoms. Shen Qingtan, along with the Imperial Preceptor and the Deputy Minister, have come to Yuncheng to prepare for the funeral of Prince of Guangling."
Lin Yi wondered in his heart, did the Emperor of Northern Qi think that Zhao Yi's body was in Yingcheng, so he decided to bury Zhao Yi in the Yuncheng Prince's Tomb?
"Have they arrived in Cloud City?"
"We've arrived in Cloud City."
Lin Yi narrowed his eyes slightly. The Imperial Preceptor, the Second Assistant, and Shen Qingtan had come to Yuncheng. If they wanted to set fire to the sick people, that would be a bit tricky.
"Sir, the day of Zhao Yi's funeral is the best time to take action." A confidant offered a suggestion: "On that day, no matter who it is, everyone will focus on the mourning hall, which will actually give us an advantage."
The smile in Lin Yi's eyes deepened. That day was indeed a good opportunity.
The King of Zhenbei of the Great Zhou should come to attend his son-in-law's funeral, right?
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