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Upon hearing this, Wu Wei'an smiled modestly and said, "Your Highness, thank you for your compliment. This is my duty."
The two walked to the door, and the cold wind blew in, blowing their clothes into the wind.
Wu Weian opened his umbrella and found a hole in one corner.
He adjusted the umbrella and stepped into the rain curtain.
He behaved naturally and generously, as if having a hole in the umbrella was a very common thing.
The prince also opened his umbrella. His umbrella was intact and bigger than Wu Weian's.
The prince saw all this and was slightly stunned.
The prince has been of noble status since he was young, and countless people inside and outside the palace want to curry favor with him and show him all kinds of courtesy.
But the prince has always hated these things, and he prefers people who can get things done.
And Wu Weian, in just a few months, managed the affairs of Liangzhou in an orderly and meticulous manner.
Someone gave him a new umbrella on a rainy night, but he himself used an old, broken umbrella.
The wind blew over, and the prince's voice was intermittent: "With Yi Yunxi's personality, how could she let you use this broken oil-paper umbrella?"
Wu Wei'an sniffed his red, frozen nose and said with a smile, "Your Highness, unlike my wife, I grew up in poverty. Having an umbrella is a blessing, especially if it's just a small hole. When I was inspecting the dam a few days ago, I also visited several families. There were seven or eight people in each family, but they only had one umbrella. The adults were reluctant to use it, so they left it to the children and the elderly."
The prince was shocked for a moment.
He asked a few more questions and Wu Weian answered them one by one.
During the conversation between the two men, the prince discovered that he and Wu Weian had unexpectedly the same ideas on political affairs!
What a soulmate!
It was just a few steps away and the side room was there.
The prince was still a little reluctant to leave, and he wanted to talk more with Wu Weian.
However, there was someone waiting at the door of the side room, and it was Baofu.
Baofu held a bowl of steaming ginger soup in his hand and bowed to the prince. "Your Highness, you are finally back. The young lady was very worried about you and asked me to bring you the ginger soup. The young lady also said that Your Highness must not have had dinner yet. The kitchen is already preparing the food and it will be delivered soon."
The prince felt warm at the moment: "Thank you for your concern, Yunxi."
Baofu looked at Wu Weian with a forced smile on his face: "Sir, the young lady asked you to go back to your room and drink ginger soup as soon as possible after bringing the prince back."
The prince, who had wanted to pull Wu Wei'an to chat, gave up the idea and said, "Wei'an, go back quickly and don't keep Yunxi waiting."
Wu Weian: “…”
Is he making wedding clothes for someone else?
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From that night on, the rain got heavier and heavier and never stopped.
Within a few days, the water flooded Liangzhou City. Fortunately, the embankments of Liangzhou City were in good condition, and the water in the city was only ankle-deep in the deepest part.
Wu Weian and the prince stayed together almost all day, busy dredging the water in Liangzhou City.
The situation in the city was getting better and better. Although it was still raining, the water never rose higher than people's ankles.
But the situation in Qinghe County is completely the opposite.
The county magistrate of Qinghe County specially sent someone to Liangzhou at full speed to find Wu Weian.
In the palace hall, the prince sat in the main seat and Wu Weian sat in the side seat.
The visitor from Qinghe County was soaked and fell to his knees. "Sir! Qinghe County has been hit by a flood, the dikes have been destroyed, and now the city is completely submerged! The county magistrate is really at a loss, so he sent me to ask Sir Wu for help!"
Wu Weian frowned. "Tell me in detail, what is the water level in Qinghe County? What is the situation of the people?"
The man wiped off the water and said anxiously, "When I arrived, the water had already reached an adult's shoulders. People whose houses were tall could only live on the top floor. Houses with only one floor were completely uninhabitable. The government office has taken in many people, but now there is not enough food, bedding, or manpower. Many people are trapped in trees, and many have even been washed away..."
Wu Weian's brows darkened slightly. This situation was much more serious than he had thought.
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When it rains, Ji Yunxi doesn't like to go out.
She lazily curled up on the beauty couch, taking a nap while listening to the sound of rain outside.
Suddenly, Wanxiang came hurriedly: "Miss."
Ji Yunxi opened her eyes, not showing any signs of sleepiness. "What's the matter?"
"This morning, the owner of the cloth shop found this letter stuck on the beam in the store. The letter was addressed to the young lady herself." Wanxiang handed over the letter.
Outside the house, the rain was falling like needles, and the strong wind was blowing, making rustling sounds everywhere.
A chill rose in my heart, like ripples on the water, growing bigger and bigger.
Ji Yunxi looked at the letter and didn't dare to take it for a moment.
Wanxiang held it up respectfully, a look of slight confusion on her face: "Miss?"
Ji Yunxi closed her eyes, then opened them and reached out to take it.
She unpacked it piece by piece.
The letter read:
The truth behind the death of the Marquis of Qingyuan and his wife in Qinghe County...
Ji Yunxi stared at those words for a long time.
She knew that there must be something strange about her parents' deaths.
She held the thin piece of letter paper, lost in thought for a moment.
Qinghe County?
Aunt Gui’s family’s hometown is Qinghe County.
But Aunt Gui Ji Yunxi asked Wanxiang to find someone to investigate the other party thoroughly, and she also went to meet Aunt Gui in person.
Ji Yunxi was certain that Aunt Gui was fine. But why did this letter say that the truth was in Qinghe County?
Just as Ji Yunxi was thinking, Ji Mingyan and Ji Mingshuang suddenly ran in from the rain.
"Third sister!" Ji Mingyan's face, which was always smiling, rarely showed a smile. His tone was heavy. Just as he was about to show the letter in his arms to Ji Yunxi, he saw that Ji Yunxi was also holding a letter in her hand.
There was also a letter on Ji Mingshuang, who was half a step behind Ji Mingyan.
The same letter, with the same handwriting.
Ji Yunxi lowered her eyes, her gaze was cold.
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