In my dream of returning to the Tang Dynasty, I snatched Wu Zetian from my lap.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves approached again, accompanied by a large number of torches, and the still-gathering refugees all turned their gazes towards them.

Li Yuanchang spotted the Qin family's business from a distance and quickly walked over to greet them.

"Whoa!!"

A carriage slowly came to a stop at the very front of the post road. The curtain was pulled back, and a girl with exquisite features, like someone from an anime, wearing a white mink cloak stepped out, as if she were a celestial being descended to earth, completely out of place in this place.

"kindness?"

"How come it's you?" Li Yuanchang asked in surprise.

Qin Keyu stepped down from the carriage and scoffed, "Why can't it be me?"

"My father was busy with other things, so I was in charge of coordinating this batch of sorghum."

Li Yuanchang was suspicious. Didn't Qin Zun forbid Qin Keyu from running around like a man?

But now is not the time to think about that.

"How many of you are there? Do you have enough clothes?"

Qin Keyu glanced at the people shivering in the cold wind and darkness, a hint of pity in her almond-shaped eyes.

"We don't have clothes, but we have several hundred bolts of cloth. If we squeeze them together, we should be able to manage."

Li Yuanchang was overjoyed: "Great, wonderful! Hahaha!"

"You are truly my lucky star!"

Qin Keyu couldn't help but roll her eyes playfully. For some reason, seeing Li Yuanchang happy made her unhappy.

Immediately, she had all the cloths on the convoy removed.

Once unloaded, Li Yuanchang realized that these so-called fabrics were actually expensive Shu brocade. Once they were used to keep the refugees warm, they would be practically unsellable.

But Qin Keyu didn't even blink and took them all out.

"Thank you, Miss Qin."

"This debt is mine; I'll settle it with you later."

Qin Keyu said, "Your Highness owes me quite a bit."

"Haha, I'll owe you for now, I'll owe you for now." Li Yuanchang rubbed his hands together with a smile.

He was probably the poorest prince, with absolutely no family fortune. He managed to save a little, but then squandered it all.

Soon, several hundred bolts of Shu brocade were distributed to all the refugees under the organization of the guards.

More than a thousand people were certainly not enough to go around, but a piece of cloth was long enough to cover all the refugees if they were squeezed together. In addition, the guards gathered dry firewood and lit a huge fire in the center, and the cold gradually subsided.

As the refugees finished eating, the sound of snoring gradually filled the air.

The noisy camp fell asleep, as if the crisis had passed.

A tall, dark-skinned figure and a slender figure in a white mink cloak crossed the post road together.

"Your Highness, with so many people, is there enough food?"

Li Yuanchang shook his head: "Not enough."

"I can help transfer him from Liangzhou," Qin Keyu offered, showing her kind heart.

Li Yuanchang frowned: "With the round trip and the difficult post road, I'm afraid we won't make it in time."

"Liangzhou Prefecture also had some grain, but those bastards on the post road concealed the truth. When I came here, I had no idea that the situation was so serious."

"If I had known earlier, I could have prepared in advance!"

At this point, he was so angry that he gritted his teeth. Letting those officials at Luoma Post Station die was really too good for them.

Qin Keyu sighed softly, "But we can't just not adjust it, can we?"

"Adjustments can be made, but they can't solve the immediate problem; we need to have a backup plan."

"Do you know of any wealthy families near Luoma Post Station?" Li Yuanchang suddenly asked.

Qin Keyu paused, her eyes brightening slightly: "That's true."

"The Luo family, located twenty miles to the east, is the largest household in the surrounding area, with hundreds of tenant farmers working for them."

Li Yuanchang nodded: "Tomorrow, Your Majesty will personally go there to borrow some grain."

Qin Keyu suddenly looked up at something and her expression turned strange.

"Your Highness, I'm afraid it won't go so smoothly?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you remember when the judge overturned the case a few days ago, and you even ordered the arrest of their family members?"

Li Yuanchang raised an eyebrow: "Is that so?"

"Yes! I know all of that!"

Li Yuanchang frowned: "The judicial officer overturned the case, which is based on conclusive evidence. You can't blame me for arresting him."

"It all depends on whether the owner of the Luo family has the magnanimity."

He had no intention of giving up, after all, so many people were waiting to be fed.

Qin Keyu knew that going back to Liangzhou to gather grain would be too slow, so she nodded and said, "Alright, the caravan can't get through here anyway, I'll go with Your Highness tomorrow."

"I've met the old man of the Luo family before, and the Qin family is also quite familiar with him. I hope they can give me some face."

Li Yuanchang's gaze softened: "Miss Qin, thank you."

Qin Keyu's lips moved. She intended to say it was a small matter, but when she thought of the misunderstanding between the two of them, she subconsciously didn't want to be nice.

"I did that because of the princess."

As she spoke, she stepped onto the stool and climbed onto the carriage, intending to spend the night inside.

But she accidentally stepped on her own cloak, her body swayed violently, and her face paled.

But in an instant, a strong hand supported her.

"Slower."

Qin Keyu glanced at Li Yuanchang, her eyes slightly flustered, then quickly withdrew her hand and disappeared into the carriage.

After sending the man back to the carriage, Li Yuanchang returned to his tent alone.

In the distant mountains, a pair of pupils, like ghostly lamps, were watching him.

Not just one pair, but many pairs.

The pupils were wide open, almost filling the entire iris.

"..."

After a busy day, he finally had some free time. He ate some dried meat that Situ Lan had given him with hot water, and then lay down.

He was exhausted. Not only had he been traveling, but he hadn't rested since arriving at Luoma Post Station. He was either organizing refugees or worrying about various matters.

Soon, he drifted off to sleep.

The torches outside the tent burned brightly, dispelling much of the cold.

Due to the limited availability of firewood, it was impossible for more than a thousand people to each have their own fire pit, so the entire refugee camp was basically set up in an arc shape.

Some merchants, who had enough clothes and carriages to keep warm, stopped on the flat post road.

Time passed second by second, the cold wind howled, and it was midnight.

Some of the torches on the edge had already gone out, and the patrolling guards stood watch in front of the fire. The only sound was the wind.

Wow!!

A dark shadow flashed by, and a soldier disappeared into the bushes.

"Who?"

Another guard turned around, his eyes alert. Realizing the person was gone, he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and approached step by step.

When he saw what was in the woods, his pupils dilated, and a look of horror appeared on his face. He tried to turn around and shout, but the next second he was tackled to the ground and scraped against the ground with a crackling sound!

In just one glance, another living person vanished, leaving only the sound of the cold wind in the darkness.