Chapter 93 Come on, take advantage of it!

That's really good news.

Shen Zhi felt an itchy throat and couldn't stop coughing.

Chu Cunjian moved forward anxiously, but was frozen in place by a look from Shen Zhi.

The corners of Shen Zhi's eyes were slightly red, and his extremely fragile face was covered in ice, like a gorgeously colored poisonous flower growing on a cliff.

"Call Zhong Wenyan over," Shen Zhi said, wearing underwear, with his thin back straight, like a bud that would rather stand firm than bend in the wind and rain.

Chu Cunjian said nothing more and turned and walked out.

Zhong Wenyan came over with the soup cup. Shen Zhi took it and drank it all in one gulp. His delicate Adam's apple moved and some brown medicine juice stained the corners of his mouth.

Shen Zhi took a handkerchief and wiped it off casually.

"What's going on outside?" Shen Zhi and Zhong Wenyan had different responsibilities. Zhong Wenyan was responsible for investigating the situation outside.

Zhong Wenyan shook his head slightly, his eyes revealing genuine worry, "Your Highness, the rebellion is rampant now, but they found evidence that Fan Boying was framed."

"They are using the name of the Qing dynasty's outline, and their ranks are constantly expanding," Zhong Wenyan frowned, "I'm afraid it will become a trend."

Shen Zhi closed his eyes indifferently, his spine slumped, and his lips curled up without a smile, "Qing Dynasty outline?"

"Isn't it me who is handling the Fan Boying case?"

Zhong Wenyan was horrified by what Shen Zhi said, "They want to kill me."

Shen Zhi suddenly opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed across his eyes, revealing a dark and stubborn tone.

"Your Highness," Zhong Wenyan cried out.

Shen Zhi waved his hand without caring. After all, he would not live long. As a dissolute and immoral prince, he was just paving the way for others.

Shen Zhi got out of bed, and Zhong Wenyan leaned over to put on his shoes for him, which made Shen Zhi look surprised.

Shen Zhi put on his outer robe and walked outside.

Qinglang was kneeling outside, wiping his tear-stained face with his sleeves, crying so pitifully.

Seeing Shen Zhi coming out, she hurried over and grabbed Shen Zhi's clothes and cried loudly, "Your Highness, I thought I would never see you again."

Shen Zhi paused, lowered his thin eyelids, and swept his indifferent gaze across the sunny sky. His red lips slightly raised, his icy face melted, and his brows revealed a seductive spring feeling.

Qinglang was stunned and stared at Shen Zhi.

The prince has a good face, but he shouldn't be the prince. With his appearance, he should be the top prostitute in Chuguan.

"Then follow me to East City to apply the medicine," Shen Zhi said in a cold voice, "and save the people who have suffered."

Qinglang didn't know why Shen Zhi suddenly changed his mind and went to administer the medicine in person. What was the prince's plan?

Qinglang couldn't figure it out.

Shen Zhi and the other two went to East City. It was just as Qinglang had said. Most of the people suffering from the plague gathered here, and the air was filled with a foul and rotten smell.

Most of them were leaning against the wall, with pale and thin faces, deep sunken eye sockets, bulging eyes, dark and lifeless, dull and wooden, and hard and angular bones.

Like a hollow ghost town.

Even Zhong Wenyan had never seen such a scene. He had answered many policy essays in the examination papers, but only now did he realize that the theories he talked about were of no use to the people.

Zhong Wenyan glanced sideways at Shen Zhi who was exceptionally calm, as if only a cruel prince could truly remove all the rotten flesh of Cang Kingdom.

"Your Highness, that's where we donate herbs," Zhong Wenyan led Shen Zhi over.

There was a thatched hut with three doctors inside, with thick white cloth covering their mouths and noses, and guards standing on both sides.

There was no one in front.

No one came to pick up the medicine.

As Shen Zhi stepped forward, someone immediately handed him a piece of cloth soaked in medicine and asked him to cover his mouth and nose.

It's useless, just for comfort.

Zhong Wenyan felt a little regretful. It would be useless if the prince administered the medicine himself. He shouldn't have begged the prince to come and take the risk, especially since the prince had just woken up from a coma.

"No one picked up the medicine?" Qinglang asked in confusion.

A doctor walked out of the straw hut and said to Shen Zhi, "The victims are too sick to take medicine. We have been carrying the medicine and feeding it to the people bowl by bowl."

Qinglang didn't expect this answer. He felt a little ashamed and couldn't utter a word with his lips trembling.

Shen Zhi rolled up his sleeves, walked to the straw shed without saying a word, took the wooden barrel containing the medicine soup, and walked towards the crowd.

Qinglang's eyes flickered, and her sweet voice was inexplicably mocking, "What is the prince doing? Using such a small trick to win over the people will not help."

After all, the prince's reputation among the people is already so bad that everyone knows it.

Aren’t the names used by the rebels in various places all the same: the deposed crown prince and the Qing Dynasty’s outline?

Qinglang's voice was very soft and Zhong Wenyan did not hear it. He followed Shen Zhi's example, picked up the wooden barrel and walked in Shen Zhi's direction.

Qinglang pursed her lips and joined in.

Although these three people could not save the people in the city, they did reduce a lot of burden for the doctors in East City.

Shen Zhi's face was still pale. He gave medicine to the sick people spoonful by spoonful. His forehead was covered with sweat. He worked from day to noon and then to night with almost no time to rest.

Shen Zhi didn't know how many buckets of medicine he had changed. His steps were weak and he had no strength. Shen Zhi just sat on the ground, closed his eyes and gasped.

"Brother, are you sick too?" Shen Zhiyan saw a ragged little girl who was holding a worn enamel bowl and looking at him straight.

The little girl was a little reserved. She picked up the bowl and handed it to Shen Zhi, "Brother, drink some medicine. You will be fine."

Shen Zhi shook his head, "I'm not sick, I don't need to take medicine."

The little girl slowly retracted her hand, and a happy smile appeared on her thin face. "That's good. Brother, you look like a fairy. Fairies in heaven never get sick."

"You too, you are very beautiful too," Shen Zhi reached out to touch the little girl's head, but was dodged.

The little girl looked a little scared, "Brother, if you are not sick, don't touch me. I am sick with a contagious disease."

Shen Zhi's eyes trembled slightly, and he said softly: "It's okay, it will be fine."

The medicine to cure the plague has not been developed at all. If it were an adult, he would definitely refute Shen Zhi, but the person in front of him is a child of five or six years old.

She trusted Shen Zhi very much, and said with a smile and a look of longing: "Grandpa said that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will come to our place to treat us. He has many doctors around him, and he will definitely be able to cure us."

Shen Zhi withdrew his hand and clenched his fist involuntarily.

Will the people also look forward to his coming, like welcoming the angel who will redeem them?

"I heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is not a good person," Shen Zhi said in a harsh voice, "Who knows, he might just come and take a look and leave."

The little girl was trapped by Shen Zhi's words, her expression drooped, and she didn't know how to refute Shen Zhi.

How could this happen?

The prince is their future monarch and will protect them. How could he just look at him and leave?

"The prince is a good man," the little girl tried to defend herself, "he just...just hasn't met us."

If we see them, we will save them.

All they have to do is wait until His Royal Highness the Crown Prince sees them, and then he will send someone to treat them.

The little girl tried to convince Shen Zhi, and at the same time convinced herself that their future monarch would not care about them, and they really could not be saved.

The little girl felt a little lost and indescribably uncomfortable, and suddenly she felt warmth covering her head.

Looking up, it was my brother who was so handsome that he seemed extraordinary.

"Yes, he just didn't see you. If he saw you, he would soften his heart and find someone to save you." Shen Zhi's brows revealed determination. "I saw him when I came to Zhuozhou. He was on the way."

The little girl's eyes suddenly lit up and she asked in disbelief, "Really?"

Shen Zhi nodded affirmatively.

The little girl ran away in joy, shouting, "The prince is coming to Zhuozhou to save us, the prince is coming to Zhuozhou to save us..."

Shen Zhi closed his eyes again and heard a strange sound in his ears.

"Your Highness likes to lie? He doesn't even let go of a little girl. Can Your Highness really save them?" Qinglang's tone was full of malice as he glanced at the people around him.

As expected, no medicine to cure the plague could be developed, and the people infected with the plague in Zhuozhou were burned to death.

Fire is always useful, and is particularly effective in preventing future troubles.

Shen Zhi's eyelashes trembled, but he didn't open his eyes. He replied without giving in: "So what? It's better to die happily than to die sadly."

Qinglang was so angry at Shen Zhi's shameless remarks that his chest heaved. "Your Highness is really eloquent. He must have made great achievements in convicting people of corruption."

Shen Zhi was so tired that he didn't even care about Qinglang's rudeness.

"Who was the person who saved me from the pirates? Chu Cunjian said it was his bodyguard, but I don't believe it," Shen Zhi changed the subject and brought up something they all kept silent about.

Qinglang's expression changed slightly, then returned to normal: "Who do you think it is? Who else do you think will save you?"

Shen Zhi sighed, but no one wanted to save him, everyone wanted him to die.

Including himself.

"Take me back," Shen Zhi coughed violently, "I might have been infected with the plague."

Qinglang looked shocked. Logically, as long as they didn't touch sick people, the chances of being infected would not be very high.

How could Shen Zhi do that?

Qinglang didn't bother to think too much. A young girl with amazing strength picked up the unconscious Shen Zhi and strode away.

Shen Zhi developed a high fever that night. Yuanbao was not around, so the task of taking care of Shen Zhi naturally fell on the shoulders of Qinglang, the concubine.

Shen Zhi saw many people while he was comatose, such as his father, Shen Zhaoheng, Concubine Xin, his mother and Xiao Lang.

Xiao Lang liked him, and Shen Zhi knew it.

He first got to know Xiao Lang when he heard that a fifteen-year-old boy at the border had defeated the enemy's army. The young hero was just like that, but the portrait that was sent back was hard to describe.

That man was Xiao Lang, the son of Xiao Hong and Xiao Xingwu.

In fact, the country was not as strong as imagined. It was full of loopholes due to internal and external troubles, not to mention a suspicious emperor.

Shen Zhi desperately hoped that someone would come to save the Cang Kingdom, but that person was not him. He was too weak, just like his mother. He could only cling to the things entrusted to him by others. He did not dare to rebuild and could only repair them with great effort.

Shen Zhi was very tired, and as the unpopular crown prince of Cang State who could be deposed at any time, he was even more tired.

The emergence of Xiao Lang undoubtedly made him see the future.

Perhaps Xiao Lang could save Cang Kingdom for him, but when he asked, Xiao Lang was unwilling to do so because he had no regard for the people of Cang Kingdom in his heart.

Shen Zhi was inevitably disappointed again, but he had no other choice. Even if Xiao Lang was unwilling, Shen Zhi could force him to agree as long as he used a little love.

Shen Zhi was in a coma for another four or five days. When he woke up, Shen Zhaoheng was sitting beside his bed.

"I heard that my royal brother took a concubine. She did her best and took good care of him when he was suffering from the plague," Shen Zhaoheng said with a smile on his face.

Shen Zhi noticed that he felt clean and looked at Shen Zhaoheng warily.

Shen Zhaoheng smiled and said, "Your Majesty, you don't know yet. I led people to Zhuozhou to treat the people while you were in a coma. The plague has been brought under control."

As if to show off, "They all call me the prince," Shen Zhaoheng said with some distress, "I explained to them, but the people didn't listen at all. They said that the prince would save them."

"I wonder what my brother thinks?"

Shen Zhi looked at Shen Zhaoheng steadily, and inexplicably raised the corners of his lips, "Since my brother has solved my biggest worry, I will also tell him a piece of good news."

"I want to marry Master Zhong Wenyan, and he will be my Crown Princess."