"Your Highness, are we going to provide disaster relief?" the man in black asked in an extremely hoarse voice.
"I'm afraid so." Behind him, another young man, also wearing a bamboo hat and with his face covered by a blue veil, let out a laugh that was hard to decipher.
The young man was also dressed in a blue robe, with his hands behind his back and gripping the wrist of his other hand. His fingers, with their distinct knuckles, had thick calluses. Judging from his physique, he was a martial arts practitioner with excellent skills.
He stood half a body length away from the man in black: "Your Highness is being absurd, going to provide disaster relief empty-handed. But this has provided us with an excellent opportunity."
"This matter is entrusted to you," the man in black said in a hoarse and chilling voice. "Don't let him come back alive."
"Yes, sir!" the young man in the blue robe said in a sarcastic tone, drawing out the words.
With eyes like those of a viper, it watched Gu Mu's carriage gradually disappear into the distance, vanishing on the horizon.
Immediately afterwards, a figure in blue jumped down from the city wall.
Stepping on the rooftops, they quickly caught up with the carriage ahead.
All that remains for everyone is his afterimage.
Horse hoofbeats.
After two days of travel, we have arrived in the Jiangnan region.
Spring rain falls in Jiangnan, and mist gradually descends from the distant mountains, covering the eaves—a truly poetic and picturesque scene.
Behind this beautiful scene, however, lay widespread starvation, displaced people, and no one to rely on.
"This year there was heavy rain, which caused flooding, and the people's crops were all submerged."
Shen Ling and Gu Mu rode in the same carriage. She lifted the curtain and looked out the window.
He was no longer as unapproachable as usual; there was a hint of compassion for the common people in his eyes.
"And the crops in other places that were not flooded could only be self-sufficient after paying taxes to the government."
Shen Ling lifted the curtain.
Sit up straight again.
She sighed softly, "Every year around this time, many people die... It's as if human life is the least valuable thing."
In the beautiful Jiangnan region, the roads are paved with crisp stone slabs, each one seemingly carefully selected, all the same size and shape.
There were once beautiful girls, carrying oil-paper umbrellas, walking on the stone-paved road.
A small boat is moored on the lake.
At this time of year, many children would be out in boats picking lotus roots.
But at this moment, all the popularity has vanished.
Those buildings that took a lot of effort, manpower, and years to build.
It was only a month.
Those people who lived life to the fullest, who carried on that legacy, will never appear again.
Life is unpredictable.
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