“Although Yun Qingran is doomed, I don’t mind kicking her while she’s down.” Yun Xiyue grinned maliciously and said to Ranran, “Go and bribe some people to lead a disturbance and force Yun Xiao, Yun Qingbi, and that little bitch Yun Qingran to commit suicide.”
"Yes." Ranran took a few silver ingots, disguised herself, and left the mansion.
"Sigh, today is the last day. Do you think Miss Yun and the imperial physicians can find a way to cure the plague?"
"Absolutely not. In the past few days, let alone the plague, even a common typhoid fever has not been cured."
"Alas, are more than ten thousand refugees to be executed?"
...
People from the capital, their faces covered with veils, gathered outside the camp where refugees were being housed, discussing the situation and eager to see how it would end.
"If it weren't for the meddling of the Marquis of Zhen'an and his son, who brought the matter of the refugees to the Emperor's attention, the refugees might still be doing well now."
"It is said that this plague was developed by Miss Yun, but it was accidentally leaked."
"Miss Yun was a villain from the beginning, but I don't know why she suddenly became enlightened. Even if a villain becomes enlightened, she is still a villain. I think the plague must have been developed and leaked by Miss Yun."
...
Different voices gradually emerged from the crowd, questioning the intentions of Yunxiao and his son, as well as Yun Qingran's medical skills.
"Bullshit! You people who spew filth from your mouths must have had your heads kicked by donkeys, slammed in doors, and then fallen into a cesspool."
"The plague was bound to happen, what does it have to do with the Marquis of Zhen'an and his son? On the contrary, if it weren't for his proposal to resettle the refugees and immediately seal off the camp, the entire capital would be infected with the plague now."
"There are also rumors that Miss Yun invented the plague. Is your brain filled with poop on the left and pee on the right, and then it mixes together? There have been a lot of pig thefts lately, and I'm really worried about you. With your pig brain, you should know that Miss Yun is perfectly fine. Why would she invent a plague to poison herself?"
Ruyu rode on her lover's neck, hands on her hips, looking down at the few people who made such a fool of themselves, and unleashed a torrent of abuse.
"You brothel prostitute, what right do you have to talk to us like that?" After being scolded until their faces turned red, the group began to attack Ruyu's identity.
“So what if I’m a male prostitute? Does it mean I’ll eat your rice or drink your soup?” Ruyu retorted immediately.
"Ruyu, everyone knows you and Miss Yun are close, so it's understandable that you're protecting her like this," another person chuckled.
“Yes, I have a good relationship with Miss Yun. It is precisely because of our good relationship that I know her character. I will not allow anyone to slander her.” Ruyu looked at the person forcefully.
"Everyone, do you know that the situation in the camp is very critical? Everyone has contracted the plague. Miss Yun has been working very hard to find a cure for the plague. She hasn't eaten or drunk anything, and she even risked using herself as a test subject for medicine, almost poisoning herself to death. She is a hero," Ruyu said, her voice choked with emotion.
After spending this time together, Ruyu had come to regard Yun Qingran as a friend. During this time, he kept asking Bicao about the situation in the camp.
After Ruyu finished speaking, the crowd fell silent.
"Is it true that Miss Yun almost died from poisoning after testing the medicine on herself?" someone asked, their tone full of concern, not malice.
“Yes, it’s absolutely true. His Highness the King of Beihan was right beside her, and His Highness the King of Beihan can testify to that,” Ruyu replied affirmatively.
"What? His Highness the Northern Cold King is next to Miss Yun? Are they sleeping in the same room?" Someone had a peculiar point of view.
"There might be more than one room, and maybe even one bed!" The discussion was successfully steered off course.
“My family member is a volunteer at the camp. She wrote a letter saying that she saw His Highness the Northern Cold King carrying Miss Yun in the camp.”
"The plague is merciless, but humanity is compassionate. It is truly touching that the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Zhen'an and His Highness the Prince of Beihan fell in love in adversity."
"Do you have any scripts with similar plots to recommend? I'd like to watch one."
...
Those who had been bribed to spread rumors and stir up chaos watched as everyone started enthusiastically shipping the couples, and cursed inwardly, "Are these people crazy?"
Although the common people were misled, the civil and military officials were not. Everyone waited for news in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
"Sun Liang, has any news arrived?" The Emperor asked Sun Liang, the chief eunuch beside him, as he sat in the rear hall.
Sun Liang glanced at Eunuch Wei, who shook his head heavily.
"Your Majesty, please wait a little longer. There's still an hour until the three-day period ends," Sun Liang reassured the emperor.
The emperor twirled the thumb ring on his thumb. The lives of more than ten thousand civilians in the camp, as well as his own son, granddaughter, future daughter-in-law, and future in-laws—it would be a lie to say that he felt no emotion at this moment.
"Is there no news from those useless people in the Imperial Medical Academy?" the Emperor asked.
"No," Sun Liang replied.
The Emperor closed his eyes. Lin'er, Yan Yan, and Yun Qingran's family had also contracted the plague. If there was no cure, they would die too.
The sand in the hourglass slowly dripped down, and time passed little by little in anxiety. Two hours had passed.
"Your Majesty, three days have passed, and we still haven't found a cure for the plague," Liang Xiangzhi said loudly.
The emperor kept his eyes closed and did not answer.
"Your Majesty, please execute the refugees to ensure the safety of the capital and the Northern Yin!" the civil and military officials shouted in unison.
The emperor opened his eyes, stood up, and went to the front hall. Just as he was about to order the execution of the refugees and the burning of the camp where they were being housed, a member of the Imperial Guard rushed out of the palace gate, shouting all the way.
"Miss Yun has found a cure for the plague."
"Miss Yun has found a cure for the plague."
...
The entire palace was filled with this exciting sound.
"Yun Qingran has found a cure for the plague!" Imperial Guard rushed into the Hall of Mental Cultivation, knelt on one knee, and excitedly announced the good news.
"What?! Yun Qingran has found a way to cure the plague!" Liang Xiangzhi was stunned when he heard this.
Yun Qingran actually found a way to cure the plague in such a short time!
"Really?" the Emperor asked the Imperial Guards with a delighted expression.
"Yes, Your Majesty," the Imperial Guard replied carefully. "The medicine has been prepared and given to three patients, all of whom have shown remarkable effects."
"May Heaven bless my Northern Yin, may Heaven bless my Jun clan." The Emperor looked up and thanked Heaven.
The civil and military officials looked at each other, knelt down and shouted in unison, "Heaven blesses our Northern Yin, Heaven blesses our Jun clan, congratulations to the Emperor, congratulations to the Emperor!"
"My beloved ministers, rise. Come, follow me to the camp." The Emperor took the lead and walked out of the hall.
"Yes, Your Majesty." The ministers followed behind and headed to the camp.
The news spread not only throughout the palace but also throughout the entire capital, and everyone cheered with joy.
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