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

The next day, early in the morning.

All the grain and fodder were loaded onto the wagons as usual, and escorted back to Luoma Post Station by the guards of the Prince of Han's Palace and some temporarily recruited civilians.

"Master, the King of Han has left."

Looking at her only son lying on the hospital bed, pale-faced and with one arm missing, Luo Feng felt a heart-wrenching pain, as if she had aged ten years.

His eyes were filled with resentment and venom, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "The Prince of Han is extremely ruthless. Even if my son is at fault, he shouldn't have acted like this!"

"He ruined my son, I'll ruin him too!"

"This feud is now officially formed!"

"Make contact with the Peng family, the Zhao family, the Xi family, and the Huang family for me!"

"yes!"

"Master, shall we contact Miss Chang'an?"

Luo Feng gritted her teeth and shook her head; though she hated it, she remained rational.

"The fault lies with Jin'er; even if we appeal to Chang'an, it will be of no use."

"I have other ways to deal with the Prince of Han!"

"yes!"

……

The large convoy of grain carts slowly made its way out of the small road and onto the post road.

The procession wasn't very long; 10,000 jin sounds like a lot, but it only filled a dozen or so trucks.

Even so, Li Yuanchang dared not be careless.

One reason is the threat of tigers.

Secondly, ancient times were completely different from later times because there was no surveillance or high technology, and murder and robbery were common occurrences.

Liangzhou was never peaceful. In the past two years, many people were displaced due to various natural disasters. Since ancient times, when people could not survive, becoming outlaws was an inevitable option.

Therefore, Li Yuanchang dared not let the troops stop along the way and frequently sent his personal guards to conduct reconnaissance at the front.

"kindness……"

A very pleasant, guttural sound came from inside the carriage.

Li Yuanchang was overjoyed and looked at the awakened Qin Keyu.

"How are you feeling?"

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Qin Keyu's brows were furrowed, and her face seemed to show signs of pain.

"Your Highness, where is this?"

"Aren't we at the Luo family's house?"

"Your Highness, why do I feel so headache and dizziness?"

Li Yuanchang smiled wryly: "You've been drugged."

In an instant, the carriage fell silent.

"Drug...?" Qin Keyu's almond-shaped eyes widened as she slowly came to her senses.

"right."

Li Yuanchang told her everything that had happened the night before. After listening, Qin Keyu's face went from anger to pale fear, and then to lingering dread.

"But don't worry, you're alright."

"I have arrived just in time."

Qin Keyu bit her red lips tightly: "I'm going to kill this bastard!"

"Hey, don't be impulsive."

Li Yuanchang grabbed him with one hand: "We're already on our way back. I've already cut off Luo Jin's hand that drugged you, and that's enough to avenge you."

A casual remark instantly made Qin Keyu stiffen, her delicate face showing astonishment.

"Chop, chopped it?"

"How was it cut?"

Li Yuanchang laughed and said, "How else can we cut it?"

"Your Highness, you mean you took his whole hand..." Qin Keyu made some movements in fright, cute yet innocent.

Li Yuanchang nodded.

Qin Keyu, who was initially angry, suddenly became anxious and uncertain.

"Your Highness, you can just teach them a lesson. There's no need to offend them for my sake. Their family has connections within the Censorate."

"You were originally demoted to Liangzhou, and now you're doing this for me..."

As she spoke, she looked at Li Yuanchang with extreme self-reproach.

"It's alright, we're in the right."

"That's true, but how can they not hold a grudge against His Highness?"

"Let him hold a grudge. I've been humiliated by Wei Zheng, the founder of the Censorate. Why should I be afraid of a mere official from the Censorate?" Li Yuanchang said domineeringly.

puff……

Qin Keyu was amused by his humorous and shrewish personality once again, her eyes narrowing into crescents. Then, her head started to ache, and her brows furrowed immediately.

That expression was so innocent, like someone who was only sixteen!

"Your Highness, thank you!"

She suddenly became serious, her gaze softening, filled with gratitude, and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"Thanks?"

"How will you thank me?" Li Yuanchang deliberately winked.

Qin Keyu was stunned for a moment, then realized it was a flirtation, and her face flushed red.

"I'm going to tell Sister Situ on this!"

"Complain? Complain that I saw your body?" Li Yuanchang joked.

Qin Keyu's face instantly hardened: "Your Highness, didn't you say you didn't see anything?"

Their eyes met, and Li Yuanchang felt awkward.

"Forehead……"

The carriage quickly became unsettled, accompanied by Qin Keyu's angry rebuke.

"lecher!"

"Shameless scoundrel!"

"..."

Those outside the carriage could naturally hear it, but they were all Li Yuanchang's loyal guards, who consciously kept their distance and closed their ears.

In the afternoon, at 1:45 PM.

This is roughly equivalent to the time when it was past 2 PM in later generations.

The convoy finally arrived at the camp, where thousands of people had already been waiting after receiving the news.

As Li Yuanchang stepped down from the carriage, the entire camp erupted in a deafening roar of shouts and cheers.

"Long live the King of Han!"

"Long live the King of Han!"

"We have food!!"

"..."

The refugees shouted with all their might, their joy barely concealed; having food meant they could survive the harsh winter.

For the first time, Li Yuanchang felt the support of the people and couldn't help but smile. It was all worth it; perhaps this was the spiritual totem of being an official.

In the Tang Dynasty, "Long live the Emperor" and "Long live the Emperor" were not official terms, but rather colloquial expressions used by the common people. These were terms used only to address people with the utmost respect.

For example, Cheng Yaojin, a folk door god who protects thousands of households, is also recorded in historical books as "Old Thousand Years Old".

Li Yuanchang immediately ordered the carts to be unloaded, fires to be lit, and a meal to be prepared so that all the refugees could have a good meal.

After the meal, his execution and leadership skills were on full display. He divided the 600 able-bodied men among the refugees into 12 groups, plus 200 men from the Han Prince's Mansion, making a total of 16 groups. They officially began clearing the ruins from three directions!

There's no skill involved in this cleaning; it's all about brute force.

The remaining elderly, women, and children stayed at the camp to do relatively light tasks such as cooking and washing clothes.

To encourage the displaced people, Li Yuanchang promised that after the cleanup was completed, he would find them a place to live and a livelihood to rely on.

The refugees were overjoyed by this promise, shouting "Long live the Emperor!" Not a single one ran away; they all worked hard, huffing and puffing.

And so, everything got back on track, and the long post road was gradually improving.

For the past few days, Li Yuanchang has also been busy, personally leading people into the mountains to hunt and improve their meals.

But his most important goal was to target the man-eating tigers that ravaged the mountains and forests!