Holding a lantern, guiding souls across, Lady Hou comes from the underworld.

Ren Fengjue looked at the large group of beggars and knew that what Zhao Wan had brought was far from enough to go around.

He then immediately arranged for Ah Xia, in his own name, to go to the shops in the city and buy more food and supplies...

Everyone was busy, but then someone shouted something and a fight broke out among them.

The scene began to become chaotic.

Zhao Wan immediately dispatched the Golden Feather Guards to maintain order.

However, due to the large number of beggars inside, the Golden Feather Guards were unable to squeeze in.

Seeing this, Yu Lang came up with a solution. He pulled out several silver ingots from his pocket and shouted, "I'm handing out silver here! First come, first served!"

As he spoke, he jumped directly onto a rock next to the temple, immediately scattering the crowd.

The men who were fighting immediately stopped and hurriedly surrounded them.

Ren Fengjue noticed that the people who were beaten looked quite different from the group of beggars. They were probably refugees who had wandered here from elsewhere, which was why they were being ostracized.

In the past, when there was war in the North, refugees often wandered around.

However, since the founding of the Great Qi Kingdom, the northern border has been garrisoned and governed by the Marquis of Zhenbei, and the people have gradually settled down.

What's going on here?

Wanting to understand the situation better, he took some steamed buns and water and went forward himself.

The refugees initially thought they were being driven away, and despite their injuries, they got up to run away. However, to their surprise, the other party offered them food and water.

"Let's eat something to fill our stomachs first."

The group was already starving, and upon hearing this, they hurriedly reached out and took the food, then began to wolf it down.

After eating for quite a while, I remembered that I should kowtow to express my gratitude.

Ren Fengjue helped them up and looked them over again—there were four people in total, the oldest looking to be in his early thirties, and the youngest no more than ten years old.

He asked, "Did you just arrive in Liangzhou recently?"

The older man replied, "We've been here for over half a month, but we can't get into Liangzhou City, so we can only find something to eat around here..."

Another person chimed in, "We heard that a great philanthropist would be giving alms today, so we've been lining up since last night. But those people don't care about first come, first served at all."

Ren Fengjue understood.

Although these people are all beggars, there are different classes among beggars, and they form cliques and factions...

As outsiders, they were helpless and vulnerable, and could only be bullied.

"Where were you originally from? And how did you end up here?"

Ren Fengjue's question caused one of the boys, who was about ten years old, to burst into tears.

He choked up as he said, "Our home was destroyed, many people died, and we had nowhere to go, so we had no choice but to..."

The older man quickly covered his mouth before he could finish speaking.

Ren Fengjue noticed that most of them had injuries, and judging from the appearance, they were all old wounds, and the wounds were not light, some of which had already become sores and ulcers.

Knowing they were wary, he didn't ask too many questions, only saying, "I see this young man's hand injury is quite serious. He needs to have the wound treated as soon as possible, otherwise it will affect his entire arm..."

"Well then, if you trust me, come into the city with me, and I'll find you a doctor to take a look."

Upon hearing this, they found it unbelievable.

The young boy couldn't make up his mind, so the others immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed several times, saying, "Thank you so much, kind sir! Thank you so much, kind sir!"

When Ren Fengjue returned with four refugees, everyone was puzzled. Upon hearing that he was going to take them back to Liangzhou City, Zhao Wan immediately frowned.

"How should we transport them? Are we suggesting they ride in the same carriage as me and Miss Xia?"

Although the princess was kind-hearted, she still had strong opinions about taking in refugees.

The four people wanted to say that they could walk...

Ren Fengjue, however, said, "Let them ride in my carriage. The rest of us can squeeze in with the princess and Miss Xia, how about that?"

After saying that, he glanced at Xia Ximo, but the other party didn't say anything.

Zhao Wan reluctantly agreed, "Alright, considering today is the end of the year, this princess will go all the way."

By this time, all the food and warm clothing had been distributed.

Just as everyone was about to head back, someone in the crowd shouted, "The Third Holy Son is here! The Third Holy Son is here!"

Upon hearing the shout, all the beggars immediately swarmed towards the roadside.

On the official road not far away, a wide and magnificent five-horse carriage was coming towards them.

The driver was masked in black, exuding a menacing aura. Most striking of all was the sword case on his back, which looked to be half his size.

Ren Fengjue looked at the scene with a deep frown.

It should be noted that the Great Qi Kingdom also had its own system of chariot etiquette. The emperor rode in a six-horse chariot, the feudal lords in a four-horse chariot, and only officials of the court could ride in a two-horse chariot.

To my utter surprise, I saw a "five-horse carriage" outside Liangzhou City. It was as if I had placed myself under the emperor and above the feudal lords.

"How arrogant! Isn't the Marquis of Zhenbei going to do anything about this?"

Yu Lang was also furious.

Although I had heard it back in the capital that the northern border was far from the emperor's reach and there was no way to control it.

But such blatant behavior is clearly a result of being spoiled...

At this moment, a refugee next to him whispered, "These three holy sons are all adopted sons of the Marquis of Zhenbei. Over the years, they have gained a great reputation in the northern border, and many people worship them as 'true gods'."

Yu Lang was shocked again: "Really... a god? What kind of nonsense is this?"

Ren Fengjue, however, grasped the key point: "You mean, they are actually all people of the Marquis of Zhenbei?"

The other person nodded firmly, their eyes filled with hatred.

As they spoke, the five carriages drew ever closer, but stopped a few feet away from Princess Fenghua's carriage.

"Whoa—"

The driver pulled on the reins, and everyone realized that among the five horses, besides one Akhal-Teke horse, the other four were rare and precious horses named "Snow Dragon Horse".

Yu Lang shook his head and sighed, "What a waste of talent!"

Although Xia Ximo did not speak, his eyes were fixed on the sword box behind the driver. A faint aura of yin energy lingered around it, which looked very suspicious.

After the carriage stopped, the group of beggars immediately surrounded it again, kneeling down and pleading, "May the Holy Son bless us! May the Holy Son bless us!"

In no time, the area was filled with kneeling beggars.

Zhao Wan said unhappily, "I just delivered things to them, why didn't they fawn over me like this?"

With that, she cracked her whip and shouted without any politeness, "Hey, you're blocking the road, can't you see?"

Upon hearing the sound, the beggars remained motionless, as if they hadn't heard it at all.

When a hand reached out from the carriage and scattered a piece of gold leaf, the beggars immediately went mad and fought desperately to grab it.

Zhao Wan was initially angry, but seeing this scene, she only felt frightened.

"These lunatics!"

In a short while, the gold leaf was all snatched away, but the person inside the carriage still did not show up.

Only the driver bowed slightly in the direction of Zhao Wan before turning the carriage around and leaving.