Soon, news of the arrival of disaster relief grain spread throughout the Jiangnan region.
In the small kitchen of one of the inns, Chen Ling washed the rice and put it in a pot to steam. There was no other food besides white rice.
But just white rice was enough to save millions of these disaster victims.
Lu Ming helped Chen Ling with her work, and seeing that no one was around, he quietly asked, "Should we throw away the sacks we prepared?"
The princess originally planned to put sacks over the heads of the high-ranking officials and nobles in Jiangnan, rob them of their belongings, and use the proceeds to help the common people.
But unexpectedly, the regent somehow managed to obtain so much rice, and suddenly, the people of the entire Jiangnan region were saved.
Then the sacks they had prepared beforehand would be useless.
"No need, keep it for now." Shen Ling clapped her hands, revealing two small tiger teeth. Her eyes gradually deepened, and although she was smiling, it inexplicably made people's scalps tingle: "It will come in handy sometime."
"I wonder where Your Highness got so much rice, and it seems to taste even better than ordinary rice." Lu Ming's eyes were filled with doubt and awe.
It is said that the right of kings is divinely ordained.
Could it be that Your Highness truly possesses divine power?
Shen Ling, having already died once, was not afraid of ghosts or monsters, nor did she believe in gods or Buddhas.
She had nothing before.
Therefore, apart from her obsession with revenge, she doesn't care about anything else.
"His Highness's affairs are not something we can interfere with."
Shen Ling smiled understandingly.
But his inner madness was completely at odds with his outward calm: "Your Highness, nothing else matters, as long as you die by my hand, that's enough."
However, Your Highness, please don't be in such a hurry.
It's not time yet.
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