The villagers in the ancestral hall were all extremely excited upon hearing this.

The village chief was even more overjoyed. “Thank you, Your Highness! You are the savior of our Zhang Family Village!”

He was practically ready to kowtow three times and bow nine times!

But unexpectedly—

Jing Yi coldly poured a bucket of cold water on them, saying, “Village Chief, don’t thank us so early.”

Hm?

Looks like he was going to stir up trouble again.

The village chief didn’t understand?

Jing Yi looked at Jingrong with a tone of reminder. “The court has always had its own rules for disaster relief. Not everything needs to alarm the court. If it were really like this, I’m afraid every prefecture and every province would report to the court at the slightest incident. When that happens, wouldn’t it throw our Great Lin’s regulations into chaos?”

“Although that’s true, you and I have personally witnessed Zhang Family Village’s situation. The continuous heavy rain has caused flooding disaster. Although no one has died, the common people’s dwellings have collapsed and the losses are severe. The court has no reason to ignore this.”

“According to what you’re saying, the Ministry of Finance will probably be worked to death!”

Clearly meaning to mock.

Jingrong glanced at him. “In any case, I will strive for it with all my might.”

“You may strive for it with all your might, but the court officials may not necessarily approve.”

Beast!

What he meant was that he would incite court officials to obstruct it.

Given Zhang Family Village’s situation, it would probably be very difficult to get disaster relief funds. After all, this flood’s impact wasn’t large, and there were no casualties. When the time came, as long as Jing Yi and others brought up the Great Lin regulations, even if the emperor loved the people as his own children, he couldn’t achieve “equal favor for all.”

It seemed another confrontational “lawsuit” would have to be fought!

Jingrong couldn’t be bothered to argue with him.

Seeing the two arguing, Village Chief Zhang didn’t dare to speak, but prayed in his heart that the court must provide aid!

Wen Shisan and Ji Yunshu came in at this moment.

The two returned to their respective seats and sat down.

Seeing Ji Yunshu’s poor complexion, Jingrong asked, “Looks like you parted on bad terms.”

Silent!

That was an admission.

Indeed they had parted on bad terms.

She sighed. “Perhaps some people—even heaven doesn’t want them to be good people.”

“Whether to be a good person or a bad person is not decided by heaven.” Jingrong said. “If a person chooses goodness, no matter what, they will stand on the side of justice. If they choose evil, even if you let them obtain everything they want, they will ultimately continue committing evil. Though you and I don’t believe in Buddha, we should still believe in one saying—good and evil will ultimately be repaid.”

Well said!

The haze that had been shrouding her heart seemed to gradually dissipate after hearing these words.

She nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

“You’re right.”

She smiled slightly and picked up the tea in front of her, just bringing it to her lips—

She heard a bout of violent coughing!

Following the sound, she saw the old man who had been sitting in the wheelchair coughing continuously, his entire face turning red from coughing. Suddenly he fell from the wheelchair.

Heavily collapsing to the ground!

Zhang Daqi quickly helped his father up. “Father, are you alright?”

“Cough cough…”

He coughed up blood.

The people around all gathered.

Deeply worried!

“Father.”

The old man continued coughing a few more times before stopping, but he was gasping for air like a dying person.

Village Chief Zhang quickly went over, slapping the back of one hand heavily against the palm of the other.

“What should we do? With such heavy rain outside, where can we find a doctor?”

Zhang Daqi placed his hand on his father’s chest, helping him breathe more smoothly so he could feel a bit better.

Seeing this, Ji Yunshu stood up and walked over, parting the crowd and crouching beside the old man.

“Let me take a look.”

“Are you a doctor?” Zhang Daqi asked.

She shook her head. “I’m not.”

“Then…”

Before he could continue questioning, she pressed her hand on the old man’s chest, pressing gently a few times, her brow furrowing slightly.

Then she took out an exquisite medicine bottle and poured out a pill from inside.

Just as she was about to give it to the old man—

“Wait.”

Zhang Daqi stopped her.

He asked, “What medicine are you giving my father?”

“This is a life-saving pill.”

Without further explanation, she stuffed the pill into the old man’s mouth.

“Bring water.”

Someone immediately brought over a bowl of water.

Not long after the old man swallowed it, he leaned against his son and calmed down considerably.

Only then did Zhang Daqi feel relieved.

“Thank you, young master.”

“No need.”

Modest courtesy.

The village chief quickly called for people to help the old man up, saying, “You all help Old Man Zhang to the back of the ancestral hall to rest.”

Several people stepped forward to help, supporting the old man onto the wheelchair.

But Ji Yunshu smelled something?

That scent was very familiar. After just a moment, the smell disappeared.

She didn’t think much of it.

Village Chief Zhang expressed his gratitude, saying, “Just now, thank you so much for your help, young master.”

“It was nothing.”

Humble!

She returned to her seat and sat down, meeting Jingrong’s questioning gaze. He asked, “Since when did you learn to heal and save people?”

“These hands of mine—if you want me to examine dead people, that’s fine, but how could I save anyone?”

“Then just now?”

“The medicine I gave that old man just now was given to me by Muruo. He said it was a life-saving remedy. I thought it should be able to save people, so I gave it to him. The facts proved it really was effective.”

“Why would he give you medicine?”

This…

How should she explain?

Tell Jingrong that she was poisoned with toad venom that could flare up at any time, so Muruo gave her a bottle of medicine to carry with her?

The words on the tip of her tongue became: “Probably worried I’d get injured? You know, along this journey, there are many demons and monsters.”

This reason had no issues.

But these words happened to be heard by Jing Yi.

The so-called “demons and monsters” obviously referred to himself.

He laughed, his shoulders shaking, not even glancing this way, only saying, “If someone truly deserves to die, even the greatest immortal couldn’t save them.”

What a vile mouth!

Ji Yunshu and Jingrong couldn’t be bothered with him.

Then Jingrong asked the village chief, “What illness does that old man have?”

The village chief answered, “They’re all old ailments, just that…”

He hesitated to continue!

Ji Yunshu was puzzled. “Village Chief, I noticed that old man seems to have some hidden ailment. You might as well speak of it—perhaps His Highness and I can think of a solution.”

“Actually… it’s not an illness.” The village chief said. “Earlier I mentioned our village’s great Buddha. Ever since the Buddha cracked, many young people in the village died. A few years ago, Old Man Zhang’s son also died. After that, he became somewhat mentally unclear, the whole person dazed and confused. Not long after, he took a fall and broke his leg. Since then he’s been like this, and his health has gotten worse and worse.”

No wonder!

Losing a beloved son would naturally cause grief.

But—

“That person called Zhang Daqi is also his son.”

“Yes, Old Man Zhang actually had three sons. But because of the strange events in the village, one died and one ran away. Only Zhang Daqi still stays by his father’s side. But he’s also a pitiful person. Old Man Zhang was already mentally unclear and would often cut his face with a knife. It’s truly pitiful—count them, seven scars on that face. And at his age, he still hasn’t found a wife.”

Speaking of it evokes sympathy!