Wan Yuanye walked back and forth with a frown on his face, not wanting to touch the cup of tea at all.
But at this time, he had no choice but to do it. As Wen Xiuting clapped his hands, several figures flashed by and surrounded Wan Yuanye.
A sense of crisis arose spontaneously, and Wan Yuanye stood up and wanted to run, but several people immediately surrounded him.
After three or two moves, Wan Yuanye was defeated by his opponent and was finally forced to his knees on the ground.
"Master Wen, what do you mean by this? Are you trying to get rid of me?" Wan Yuan also gritted his teeth.
Wen Xiuting smiled coldly and took a sip of tea calmly. "Isn't it possible? If a man doesn't care about himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. Since the court has sent the army, do you think you can still escape? In this world, this young master only believes in the dead."
As soon as Wen Xiuting finished speaking, someone took a piece of rope and put it around his neck from behind.
Wan Yuanye struggled desperately, but it was all in vain. The other party pressed his knee against the back of his neck and strangled him to death.
Later, under the instructions of Wen Xiuting, a group of people carried Wan Yuanye's body and secretly sent him back to Wanhe Mountain, and pretended that he had committed suicide by hanging.
After sending Wan Yuanye away, Wen Xiuting changed into tattered clothes and went out with the people around him to provide disaster relief.
The third prince led his soldiers to besiege Wanhe Mountain. Although there was no fighting, the layers of siege had frightened the disciples on Wanhe Mountain.
Those who had some experience on the mountain immediately went to ask Wan Yuanye for advice. When they pushed the door open, they saw Wan Yuanye hanging from the beam.
Helplessly, everyone could only open the mountain gate and surrender. After all, they were just a martial arts sect. Although it would not sound good if the news got out, at least it could save the lives of the disciples.
When Wan Yan learned that the third prince led his troops to besiege Wanhe Mountain, he rode there overnight.
As soon as she arrived, she saw her second uncle being carried out, covered with a white cloth.
"No, how could this happen? How is this possible? Why did my second uncle die?"
When he said this, Wan Yan stared at the third prince with red eyes.
The Third Prince looked innocent and hurriedly explained to her, "This has nothing to do with me. I just led my army to surround Wanhe Mountain. I didn't do anything else!"
After the Third Prince finished speaking, Wan Yan looked at his disciples doubtfully.
"Miss, this is the suicide note left by Hall Master Wan. Please take a look." One of the disciples took out the letter and handed it to Wan Yan.
At the same time, the old steward of Wanhe Mountain came out and explained to Wan Yan, "In fact, the hall master has always felt guilty. Over the years, Wanhe Mountain's status in the martial arts world has been extremely low. First, there are not many disciples, and second, there is not enough financial resources."
"That's why Hall Master Wan came up with the idea of selling medicinal herbs at high prices to make money not long ago. But he couldn't get over his conscience, so it's understandable that he would commit suicide now."
The third prince looked at everything in front of him. Although he didn't know whether what they said was true or false, he knew in his heart that this could only be a confusing case.
Wan Yan reluctantly accepted this fact. When she looked at the old man in the hall again, she saw his sincere eyes, and Wan Yan finally wised up for once.
"I see. Now that my father is seriously injured, there's no one in Wanhe Mountain to take charge. As his only daughter, I should lead the disciples in the sect to continue the disaster relief work."
As soon as Wan Yan said this, the old butler immediately led all the disciples to kneel down and kowtow, acknowledging Wan Yan's identity.
Although Wan Yan was indecisive, he still had some care for the people in his heart. As soon as he accepted Wan Heshan's request, he immediately ordered the warehouse to be opened and the medicine to be released.
"All disciples, listen to my orders. Open the warehouse immediately, move all the herbs out, and send them down the mountain to be used for disaster relief. The remaining disciples will go up the mountain to continue searching for the two herbs."
Wanheshan finally released the medicine. At first, various businesses hoarded Artemisia annua and Artemisia annua at high prices, hoping to take advantage of the most critical time to raise prices, but they did not expect that Wanheshan suddenly released a large number of medicinal materials to the market.
Moreover, it is provided free of charge to the people, so it is easy to lose money on the medicinal materials used in cohabitation.
In desperation, major businesses could only sell medicinal materials at low prices. A large amount of Artemisia annua and Artemisia annua instantly flowed into the market. The people were finally saved and the plague was brought under control.
The second and third princes couldn't help but sigh.
"If Second Brother had known it was so easy, he would have let me fight him long ago. We were almost dying of worry those two days, and so many people died."
The second prince flipped through the record book in his hand, which was like the King of Hell's book of life and death.
After some people started to fall ill, the second prince arranged for everyone to be registered in this account book.
Now that this account book is updated daily, the number of casualties is very clear.
"Fortunately, according to what my younger sister said before, this plague should have killed and injured tens of thousands of people. Now we have controlled it, and only 79 people have died, and most of them are the elderly, the weak, the sick and the children. We have done our best."
Faced with such data, the third prince was still somewhat dissatisfied.
"What do you mean by trying your best? If we had attacked Wanhe Mountain earlier and forced them to hand over the medicine, perhaps these seventy-nine people wouldn't have died."
The second prince knew that he felt sorry for the people, so he just sighed and didn't care too much.
"Don't just think about fighting and killing. This time we besieged Wanhe Mountain, and people in the martial arts world are already quite resentful of us. It won't be long before the court will start buying war horses on a large scale. I don't know how to solve this problem!"
The Third Prince had a terrible headache when these words came out. He had been in the business world for more time than his two brothers, and he was the one who was in charge of purchasing war horses every year.
This year he led his troops to besiege a martial arts sect. I'm afraid that his friends in the martial arts world will try their best to avoid him when they see him.
"Oh, I want to buy a warhorse this year, but I'm afraid it won't be that easy!"
"If anything were to happen to our warhorses, the Chixiao Nation would be very proud."
Now it was the Third Prince's turn to have a headache, and the Second Prince's brows were also furrowed.
The royal family's troubles cannot affect the people.
The plague was brought under control, and people even began to go out of their homes to do farm work. For ordinary people, having enough food and clothing is a blessing in life.
But as life became more stable, some people couldn't help but become curious: who was it that suggested that Artemisia annua and Artemisia annua could cure the plague?
There were even some curious people who asked all the local doctors, and everyone told them that it was the two princes who suggested that these two herbs could cure diseases as soon as they arrived.
However, some people have expressed different opinions.
They believed that it was the miracle doctor brought by Wen Xiuting who improved the method of treating diseases with Artemisia annua, and it must have been him who came up with it.
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