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Chapter 487 You can stand on this land!
The rain had not stopped, and the river roared in the flood-stricken areas like a giant, insatiable python.

The temple statues were submerged in water, and the gold paint on the Bodhisattvas was peeling off piece by piece, revealing the rotten wood underneath.

The surviving people on the high hillside looked numb, gazing at the submerged fields and rooftops peeking out from the water.

The water level in the streets was still rising, with murky waves churning the water. Heart-wrenching cries could be heard everywhere.

"Has anyone seen my Chang'er? He was just here a moment ago, how could he disappear in the blink of an eye?"

A hunched old woman frantically pulled at people on a high slope, asking them questions. In the end, she only received one answer.

"A child just fell down."

She wept bitterly, clutching the man's hand tightly.

"Since you saw it, why didn't you pull it up! That was a human life, the lifeblood of the Liu family!"

But he was pushed away roughly and spat on.

"Are you crazy? Your grandson isn't my grandson. Do you expect me to risk my life to fish him out?"

"Everyone has someone die in their family, right? Is yours some kind of precious treasure?"

As they were cursing, the other person squatted down, hugged their head, and cried, even slapping themselves twice.

"I couldn't even protect my own daughter-in-law. She was seven months pregnant and about to give birth."

The old woman fell to the ground, but she didn't care about the pain.

She was already half-buried, and if her grandson were gone, what hope would she have left? She wiped away her tears and stumbled down the hillside.

When half of his body was submerged in the water, walking became difficult.

Something hit my calf.

The old woman reached out and scooped it up.

It was a forest of white bones that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

She looked like she was about to cry, but wasn't.

Just then, amidst the surging river, soldiers from the Wei family emerged from the water and lifted up the dying child.

The Wei family army could be seen everywhere, including helping to rescue disaster victims.

They also made sure to step forward and highlight the government's inaction.

One of the disaster victims asked, "Will the imperial court take care of us?"

Wei Jiajun: "No."

Second refugee: "The imperial court has sent grain. Please bear with us a little longer. We will surely be rescued."

Wei Jiajun: "By the time they deliver it, we'll have starved to death."

"His Majesty is a wise ruler, and we, as his subjects, must..."

Wei Jiajun interrupted: "As his subject, have you ever had a good day?"

The second victim thought for a moment, but couldn't find anything. He couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears.

The three disaster victims angrily pointed at Wei Jiajun: "Don't talk nonsense!"

"I have never met His Majesty, but I have had the honor of meeting the Fifth Prince!"

The other party spoke with excitement and respect: "When he went to Ze County to receive General Wei's coffin, he learned that the people of the four nearby cities were being oppressed by their local officials. So he stayed there to oversee the situation, and not only did he have his accompanying officials investigate old cases, but the people of the four cities who had been wronged could also go to Ze County to ask him for justice."

"We benefited greatly at the time! The four cities were also reorganized. Now the imperial court is sending officials to various places to provide relief."

The more they talked, the more confident the disaster victims became.

"With so many disaster areas, the imperial court is too busy to handle them all, which is why it has been slow to arrive."

Wei Jiajun: "Oh."

he wondered.

"But why do I remember that back then, it was mostly Lord He from the Censorate who was busy handling the case?"

"But I think I misremembered. Without the Fifth Prince's approval, how could a mere censor like Lord He dare to overstep his authority and make a decision to give justice to the people?"

"The Fifth Prince is indeed good; he still possesses the aura of a dragon."

Wei Jiajun continued, "If His Majesty vomits blood and something bad happens to him, the Fifth Prince will be the next new emperor."

That's a bold statement.

If this happened in Beijing, they would be arrested.

In remote areas, where people don't know much, they all nodded in agreement.

"That's right, when the father dies, the family business is all inherited by the sons."

Although His Majesty has other sons, they only know the Fifth Prince. Wei Jiajun said casually, "I just wonder if the Fifth Prince, who loves his people like his own children, will be worried about the people and come to help with disaster relief with the officials."

The crowd fell silent.

Everyone looked at each other.

"That shouldn't be the case. The Fifth Prince is of noble status; he can't afford to suffer any harm."

“Our lives are cheap, but the Fifth Prince is different.”

But one of the old women was unhappy and frowned.

"How is it different? He's just a reincarnated person! Without us, where would this empire come from?"

"Officials are rushing to the front lines, and the princes should set an example. This is how the royal family demonstrates its determination to stand with us through thick and thin."

The old woman gave an example.

"When the earth dragon overturned in the previous dynasty, the earth trembled violently and a deep, bottomless black crack several feet wide opened, like a ferocious beast opening its blood-red maw to devour. Many people fell into the abyss. In the blink of an eye, the hideous crack closed with a roar, swallowing up all the cries and flesh and blood, leaving only the scarlet fresh soil, like bloodstains that had not yet been inserted into the corner of the mouth."

"Many people died at that time."

"But the former crown prince came in person and stayed for half a month to help with the disaster relief. He wore coarse clothes and ate the same thin porridge as the disaster victims."

"This is the kind of person that ordinary people should love and respect."

"If the Fifth Prince can't do it and can only talk the talk, what's the use of having dragon energy on him?"

The elderly man beside him, who had survived two natural disasters, sat slumped on the ground, starving.

He burst into laughter, seemingly insane.

"Hahaha."

"A group of people died during the famine, and now another group is going to die from the flood. It seems like they're all taking advantage of us poor souls."

Wei Jiajun couldn't stand it, so he stepped forward and gave him a handful of beans.

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it. It's your own fault for not having the surname Ying."

The old man said, "I don't ask for great wealth or status; I just want to live a peaceful and stable life."

The old man, however, couldn't bear to eat it.

He murmured, "They say there will be retribution for doing wrong, but we've all been doing our jobs honestly."

Wei Jiajun sat down next to him.

"Sir, that's not right. Honest people always die the fastest; in this world, good people always have short lives."

His mention of it brought it up, and everyone remembered.

"During the famine, the Prince of Yan personally came to deliver grain. He witnessed the people's suffering and shed tears."

"But he was quickly summoned back by the late emperor. Later, the court sent a greedy imperial envoy to deal with him. Not only did the envoy embezzle disaster relief funds, but he also wielded absolute power. If the Prince of Yan had stayed, how could so many of us have died back then?"

"The late emperor probably wouldn't allow it, after all, he loved Prince Yan the most."

But the King of Yan died.

Who could have imagined that such a distinguished person would end up like that?

Someone muttered under their breath, "I don't believe he's plotting treason."

Wei Jiajun rolled his eyes.

Not allowed?

That was clearly because they feared the Prince of Yan's reputation was too good and would hinder Emperor Yingqian's path.

"What a coincidence, isn't that imperial envoy the Fifth Prince's maternal uncle?"

"Ah, then it sounds like the Fifth Prince isn't so impressive after all."

One of Ying Yin's loyal followers quickly said, "Uncle is uncle, and the Fifth Prince is the Fifth Prince. They are not the same person."

But his voice grew softer and softer, and he became increasingly less confident.

Everyone was staring at him.

The old man on the ground suddenly jumped up and slapped him hard across the face.

"Uncle Zhang, what right do you have to hit me!"

"Because you've stepped on this land!"

I'm really not good at writing about political intrigue, and you probably don't like reading it either. But I have to bite the bullet and write it anyway.

We will try our best to speed things up!

I actually wanted to finish it, but there are so many plot holes I haven't filled. I really messed up. The framework for my next book will definitely be smaller.