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Chapter 251 A Kind Heart

Shuozhou border.

The Nanzhao people, wielding curved swords, chased Wan Qi to the outskirts of his camp and were now shouting incessantly outside.

Dressed in full military attire, Song Jinglan stood on horseback amidst thousands of men, his cold face as stern as if tempered by frost. His gaze swept across the distance as he led his remaining troops back to camp at breakneck speed.

Upon arriving at the commander's tent, he dismounted.

Ji Xiang, who was following closely behind, immediately shouted, "Imperial Physician! Where is the Imperial Physician! His Majesty is injured!"

Upon hearing this, the imperial physician who had been waiting there rushed forward, while Song Jinglan waved his hand, signaling him to step back.

"It's nothing, just a scratch."

"Master, the scrapes need to be treated and bandaged as soon as possible."

Jixiang frowned deeply. "These Nanzhao people are truly cunning and treacherous. Relying on their familiarity with the terrain, they lured us into the quicksand formation! If it weren't for your vigilance, Master, I'm afraid..."

"We underestimated our enemy."

Song Jinglan spoke calmly, but his eyes revealed a hint of cold anger. He had personally led the expedition and had arrived in Shuozhou half a month ago.

Wan Qi thought he could quell the Nanzhao invasion in one fell swoop, but the Nanzhao people never confronted him head-on. Instead, they avoided battle, and would retreat after showing a slight offensive momentum. They used the complex terrain to outmaneuver Wan Qi's army.

It seems that the protracted war in the southern border region is all due to the despicable tactics of the Nanzhao people.

"Let the army remain stationary for now and let them provoke us outside."

Song Jinglan glanced at the map on the table and then instructed, "Feng Ling, I'll give you three days to lead your men out and explore the surrounding terrain."

Upon hearing this, Feng Ling obeyed and left, while Ji Xiang, concerned about his injuries, said, "Master, let's bandage the wounds first."

Song Jinglan glanced at the arrow wound on his shoulder, his expression unreadable. He rubbed the two health talismans in his hand, which had already turned yellow and curled, and asked another question.

"Is the old master of the Shen family still in Shuozhou?"

This so-called patriarch of the Shen family refers to Jiang Yuyue's maternal grandfather, Shen Congshan.

So many years have passed, yet the master is still paying attention to the movements of Miss Jiang's family.

Ji Xiang sighed inwardly, while Yue Ying immediately replied, "Your Majesty, that's right. Shen Congshan and Madam Shen arrived in Shuozhou a month ago and are currently in Guangyi Hall, helping to treat the wounded civilians and soldiers."

Upon hearing this, Song Jinglan remained silent for a moment, then stood up and walked outside.

"Go to Guangyitang."

Meanwhile, the convoy loaded with medicinal herbs had just entered Shuozhou City.

Although the situation inside the city was much better than outside, straw mats were laid out on both sides of the street, and the people lying there were those who had nowhere else to go.

These people were all dressed in rags, their faces were sallow and thin, and almost everyone had suffered some kind of injury. The city echoed with painful groans and sorrowful cries, interspersed with the cries of many young children, which made Jiang Yuyue, a mother, feel a tightness in her heart.

"how so……"

Jiang Yuyue frowned, looking anxiously at the scene outside. She hurriedly urged the driver to speed up, and the carriage finally arrived at the gate of the Shuozhou government office.

"Is that Young Master He from Wutong Pharmacy...?"

Upon hearing the commotion, Zhao Xingde, the prefect of Shuozhou, hurriedly came out to greet him, his words filled with gratitude, "I never expected that it would be you, Young Master He, who came in person! I am truly grateful. Shuozhou is currently in dire need of medicinal herbs!"

After saying this, Zhao Xingde hurriedly gestured to the yamen runner next to him to fetch the silver notes, while Jiang Yuyue waved her hand.

"That's enough. Now that foreign enemies are invading, we should all work together to overcome the difficulties. There's no need to pay for these medicinal herbs. Consider it a small token of our Wutong Pharmacy's gratitude to the people of Shuozhou."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xingde was stunned, seemingly unable to believe what he had just heard. He glanced at the massive convoy of medicinal herbs. The quantity of these herbs was enormous, and the price was not small. Yet He Wu simply refused to accept them!

"I had long heard that Young Master He was kind and compassionate, and seeing him today, I can confirm it is true!"

Zhao Xingde was moved to tears and made to kneel down before Jiang Yuyue, saying, "I, Zhao Xingde, thank Young Master He on behalf of the people of Shuozhou..."

Seeing this, Jiang Yuyue quickly helped him up. "Prefect Zhao, you're being too polite. There's no need for you to thank me right now. Just hurry up and deliver these medicinal herbs to where they're meant to be. If you really want to thank me, there's no rush. I've long heard that the wine from Shuozhou has a unique flavor. Prefect Zhao, you can send me a few jars of fine wine when the time comes!"

Seeing that He Wu was a straightforward and generous person, Zhao Xingde stopped being formal and nodded in agreement.

"Very well! Then I won't say any more to Young Master He. I will definitely thank you properly when I have some free time!"

After saying this, Zhao Xingde didn't delay any longer and hurriedly told people to unload the medicinal herbs. Jiang Yuyue also went forward to help Jiang Qimo down from the carriage, while the shop assistant hesitated, "Young master, this bill..."

I'll make up the difference myself later.

Jiang Yuyue spoke casually. Although the amount of money was not small, it was just a drop in the ocean for the Jiang family, the richest family in Jiangnan. Moreover, the money she had earned from Wutong Pharmacy over the years was enough for her to live comfortably for eight generations. She did not care about these material possessions.

After saying this, Jiang Yuyue took out a few silver notes from her bosom and handed them to the shopkeeper in front of her. "Send someone to buy some grain from the nearby cities. Buy as much as you can, no matter how expensive it is. If you don't have enough silver, come back to me for more."

The shop assistant understood immediately. After the medicinal herbs were unloaded, he hurried off in the carriage to buy grain.

"Dad, what are you buying grain for?"

Jiang Qimo stood beside her, somewhat puzzled, "And why did you buy so much? Can we finish it all?"

"Mo'er, that grain isn't for us to eat."

Jiang Yuyue squatted down and pointed to the refugees on both sides of the road, whispering, "Because the bad people of Nanzhao came to bully us, these people have lost their homes and can't get enough to eat. Father bought the grain to give as alms every day so that they can all have food to eat."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qimo suddenly realized, "I understand! Then from today onwards, Mo'er will eat a little less at every meal and share my food with these hungry people!"

Seeing how sensible her child was, Jiang Yuyue patted his head with great satisfaction, then picked him up and began to inquire about her maternal grandfather.

Fortunately, since arriving in Shuozhou, Grandpa Shen had been helping to treat refugees, so Jiang Yuyue only had to ask a few people to find out the whereabouts of her maternal grandparents. When she heard that her maternal grandfather was still helping to treat people's injuries at Guangyitang, Jiang Yuyue finally felt relieved.