Quick Transmigration: The Foolish Beauty Saves the World

Chapter 172 The Useless Prince's Power Seizure (50)

Jingli's dream creations avoided the people in the imperial city, but his praise could not have been unfounded.

Providing porridge and medicine was genuine, but so was making excuses for themselves.

Yu An also saw those dreams yesterday. Without Jing Li explaining in detail, he could roughly understand what Jing Li meant.

He suppressed his lingering shock, closed the window, fed Jingli some water, wiped the sweat from his face and neck, tucked him in, tidied himself up, and then left their room.

Almost at the same moment that Jingli was exhausted, the sleeping talisman he released also lost its effect. The followers who woke up from their slumber, especially the secret guards who were keeping an eye on Jingli, were first shocked that they had actually slept all night and slept so soundly! Then they were dumbfounded by Yu An's actions.

Yu An stayed with Jing Li for as long as she was busy yesterday, constantly concerned about her condition, and even looked a little disheveled by morning.

The moment the guard opened his eyes, he saw Yu An, who appeared to have not slept all night, carrying the Crown Prince back to bed, acting as gently as the Crown Prince's head maid.

His Highness the Crown Prince looked extremely weak, while Yu An seemed quite energetic. After they came out, he even said something to Zeng Yuan and the others:

Your Highness did not rest well yesterday and will stay here for another day. Today, in Your Highness's name, we will go outside the city to set up a soup kitchen and gather some herbs to make soup, so as to prevent you from catching a cold in the freezing weather. If it spreads from one person to ten, then ten to a hundred, that would be bad.

They acted like the owners of the house.

Does His Highness trust this guard so much? If I remember correctly, wasn't he the one who slept in the same bed with His Highness last time? There were rumors when His Highness was young that he had that kind of interest, could it be... true?

The secret guard noted this down, as it was still necessary to inform the emperor at this time.

After explaining Jingli's arrangements, Yu An did not join Yuan Lanying and Zeng Yuan in setting up the soup kitchen. Although Zeng Yuan was not particularly clever, he was very good at handling matters among the people. With Yuan Lanying assisting him and the other attendants who came with him, there would be no problem.

Of course, if even this small thing can cause problems, then it's far too unusable.

Jingli was still asleep inside the room. Even though he knew there were guards, they were not his own people after all. Yu An was worried and stayed by Jingli's side, taking care of him personally.

Zeng Yuan and Yuan Lanying had already made preparations quickly. They had done these things before when they left the palace with Jing Li, so they were very familiar with the process.

This time, however, they clearly noticed something different.

Compared to before, these people were exceptionally enthusiastic when they heard that the soup kitchen was set up by His Highness the Crown Prince.

"It's His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

"His Highness the Crown Prince has come to our rescue!"

"Last night was definitely not a dream! It was a divine intervention!"

……

Zeng Yuan watched as these people carefully served themselves a bowl of clear porridge made of coarse rice, and before drinking it, they would sincerely say, "Thank you for your gift, Your Highness." Only then would they sip the porridge slowly, as if it were not porridge mixed with sand, but rather a precious elixir.

Zeng Yuan was confused. He thought it was because he was stupid that he couldn't figure out the reason. But when he looked at Yuan Lanying, he saw the same confusion in her eyes.

Jingli's energy did not envelop the inn last night. At this time, most of the people who can stay at the inn are wealthy and have plenty of free time. Yuan Lanying and Zeng Yuan are already close comrades-in-arms with him. If we go to the trouble of creating dreams for them, it may make the two of them feel distant from Jingli.

Therefore, the two of them slept well last night under the influence of the sleeping talisman and were unaware of the dream-making process.

Zeng Yuan scratched his head and decided to stick to his usual approach—if he couldn't figure it out, he simply wouldn't think about it anymore; it was always right to do his job well!

He personally went forward to distribute porridge, and whenever someone asked, he would praise Jingli, saying things like he was a prodigy (referring to Jingli's ability to answer the tutor's questions even while playing in class), that he was well-versed in the ways of the people (referring to Jingli having Zeng Yuan collect interesting things and fun places to go among the people), and that he was blessed with good fortune (referring to Jingli escaping from the bear's jaws unharmed)...

Yuan Lanying, who was standing to the side, felt a little embarrassed.

Even Yuan Lanying had only heard about Xiong's escape from Jing Li's retelling, so how could Zeng Yuan describe it as if he had witnessed it himself, with a touch of fantasy?

But this did not stop the refugees and common people outside the city from wanting to hear it, especially when they heard that the Crown Prince had won the only Xuanwu with a unique color in the world as a prize. These people could no longer suppress their excitement.

Wasn't that what happened in yesterday's dream? A battle between gods and a demonic dragon! Since gods can descend into human form, why can't the demonic dragon possess the evil bear? And that intricately colored Xuanwu, isn't it one of the gods' magical weapons?

Some of the more sentimental were already in tears and were about to kneel down to thank His Highness the Crown Prince for his grace; even those refugees with a little wealth immediately pledged that once they had a place to settle down, they would donate a golden statue to His Highness.

Seeing the people in front of him kneeling down, Zeng Yuan felt a mix of panic and joy—look, our prince is just that amazing!

For once, his mind worked quickly, and he blurted out, "Please rise quickly. Your Highness only wants to improve everyone's situation, and surely you don't want to see everyone like this."

Yuan Lanying then put on a stern face: "After you've received it, leave quickly and think about what to do next. Don't block the people behind you."

These words did not sound harsh to the crowd. His Highness's divine grace was meant to bless the world. It was said that gods and immortals needed to accumulate merit to enhance their magical power, so they naturally could not stand in his way.

On a grand scale, it would affect His Highness's magical power and be detrimental to the common people; on a smaller scale, it would be noted by His Highness, and what if he stopped bestowing favors upon them in the future!

The previously congested porridge stall quickly returned to order under the urging of the attendants. Everything went incredibly smoothly. Yuan Lanying touched her nose, barely maintaining her role as a "devil," and watched coldly from the side, but she was a little unsure in her heart—when did these lowly people and vagrants become so obedient?

Even in the unnoticed Temple of the Gods, changes are taking place.

Several temples were built spontaneously by the local people, and the statues of the gods here were reshaped immediately. Although the statues could not be changed much in a short time, the headbands adorned with rubies were replaced with cotton strips dotted with cinnabar, and the golden crowns on their heads were also shaped.

As the person reshaping the object sat making changes, he muttered worriedly, "Your Highness, please forgive me. This is all I can do for now. Once I've saved up some incense money, I will definitely recreate it for you in detail."

He didn't know if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the statue's smile was gentler after the change in appearance.

The temple was built by royalty and nobles, and not all of its owners necessarily had dreams, but many of the people who came to offer incense did have dreams, and they were discussing them in twos and threes at the moment.

"You saw it too?"

"We've found it! It looks like our idol will have to be torn down and rebuilt."

"Not bad, not bad. If you keep worshipping like this, neither the god from the day before yesterday nor the new god will be happy!"

……

The person in charge listened to these people talking all at once about rebuilding the idol. At first, he thought they were there to cause trouble, but gradually he realized something was wrong.

Whether these people knew each other or not, the characteristics of the statues they wanted to build were all very consistent—a red robe, a golden crown, and a ruby ​​headband.

They all say... it was a dream?

The steward realized the seriousness of the matter and reported it up the chain of command. Within a few days, the news reached the emperor's ears.

The emperor had just received the news from his secret guards when he heard that Jingli seemed to have spent the night with a guard, and he cursed Jingli as a scoundrel.

Immediately afterwards, news arrived that a deity seemed to have personally issued a divine decree to reshape the divine body, and that the deity was apparently His Highness the Crown Prince.

The emperor's attention was immediately diverted, and he frowned as he asked Eunuch Wan, "Why don't the gods speak directly to me? Instead, they send messages to the common people on such a large scale."

Eunuch Wan is no longer the same system as before, and can only think in the way humans do: "Perhaps the formation is damaged, and the gods need more willpower to descend to earth again, but seeing that the statue is still in the shape of His Majesty's previous vessel, he is not very satisfied?"

He thought for a moment and then said, "I heard that Your Highness also sent those Zeng and Yuan family boys to distribute porridge today. It just so happens that at this time, the people are associating the divine intervention with Your Highness. It is quite fortunate."

The emperor thought about it and realized that it made some sense. He was now "suffering the backlash," and his health was not as good as before. He would get a headache if he did anything with his brain.

I don't have much in my head to begin with, and I'm not very smart, so I simply stop thinking about it.

Jingli was the next vessel he had chosen. The gods were so powerful that they must know about the preparations he had made some time ago.

Moreover, is there anything in this world greater than the gods?

So the emperor waved his hand and said, "Then let it be reshaped. In the end, it will all belong to me."

Eunuch Wan nodded and was about to deliver the message when the emperor stopped him.

"Keep a close eye on Li'er and that guard. If what they say is true, call Li'er back and send that guard away immediately. Also, send a message to the Empress. It's time to put that head maid she arranged to use."

"Yes."

After bowing, Eunuch Wan immediately went to make the arrangements.

Jingli was unaware of these matters. Rewinding to the afternoon of the day he fell into a deep sleep, a message came through 6058: "The pollution is showing a downward trend again. What we did yesterday seems to be effective. I tried sending a message to Xiaoming to see if he can receive it and if he can help in any way."

Lu Mingguang is a secondary god, possessing power originating from the same source as Mr. Yuan.

6058 gave him the small world number, as well as the time node and the coordinates of the formation.

If the signal can be established briefly, with his abilities, even a small amount of help would be of great use to the two people trapped in the world.

After answering, Jingli went into her personal space to take a shower before getting out of bed.

Yu An, who was resting with his eyes closed, noticed the movement and immediately opened his eyes. He brought over a cup of tea that was just the right temperature and asked with concern, "Your Highness, are you still feeling unwell?"

Jingli shook her head and cleared her throat: "It's much better now, but this inn is still not as comfortable as the palace."

He said this not because he was being coy, but specifically to those who were keeping an eye on him.

I need to take this opportunity to address the fact that he didn't get up this morning, so that these people don't overthink things.

Of course, he had no idea that these people were already having wild thoughts while he was asleep.

Yu An followed Jing Li's words and said, "I will tell the manager today that the room is cold and has disturbed Your Highness's rest."

Jingli pursed her lips: "Fine, let someone tighten the windows. We won't be staying here for more than a few days anyway. What about Zeng Yuan and Ying Ge? Have they done what I asked them to do?"

"They went out early this morning, and they should be back in a little while."

Jingli nodded: "Then let the shopkeeper send some food. Let's try this hot soup today, and tomorrow we'll set off for the places Father Emperor mentioned."

Yu An responded respectfully and instructed his attendant to give the order.

Perhaps due to reduced pollution, or perhaps because of a prolonged drought, rain and snow began to fall from the sky shortly after Yuan Lanying and the others returned.

This scene is very similar to the crystals that fell from the sky last night.

Zeng Yuan was meticulous. When distributing porridge, he also had some charcoal and wood chips delivered. When he left, he dismantled his own porridge shed and helped the refugees outside the city to reinforce their sheds. Now that the snow has fallen, the refugees have full stomachs, drunk soup and medicine, and have a warm and sturdy shelter. This has strengthened their belief that His Highness the Crown Prince is a god descended from heaven!

Some were happy while others were sad. In the east, there was only a brief shower of rain and snow. Although it was damp and cold, it gave people a glimmer of hope in this winter drought.

To the north, however, heavy snow began to fall, making it impossible to see anything. In no time, the snow was up to the knees.

At first, the residents in the north were able to clear the snow, but later they simply hid indoors, staring at the gray sky outside and worrying.

It looks like the snow isn't going to stop anytime soon.

I'm afraid the heavy snow will block the roads, and there won't be enough food left in the house. In this winter, if people don't have enough to eat, they'll either freeze to death or die from illness. Even worse... I don't know if the house can withstand the snow.

The next day, the emperor in the palace also felt a ripple, a sweet taste in his throat, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Your Majesty!" Eunuch Wan exclaimed softly, immediately helping the emperor to the ground.

The emperor's vision went black, as if a shower of stars had fallen. He was too weak to speak, but Eunuch Wan, who shared a tacit understanding with him across two lifetimes, guessed what was on his mind.

"This servant understands. I will send a message to Your Highness and ask him to return as soon as possible."

It has been more than half a month since Jingli left the palace. During this time, Jingli has also obediently gone to the hot springs that the emperor had told him about, stayed at the temporary palace, and soaked in the "divine water".

The emperor has been unwell lately. When the weather gets cold, he always feels stuffy nose and has headaches, and he needs to spend more time recuperating in the formation each day.

He had thought he could wait through the winter, but today he felt a sense of something dissipating within him, just like when the incident happened at the eastern palace.

The emperor was placed in the center of the formation by Eunuch Wan; he sat cross-legged.

After taking a couple of breaths, the emperor regained his color, but his expression became even more solemn.

"The north... how could this be..."

His formation absorbs the energy of all existing formations, so he can sense where things are going wrong.

If the formation on the east side last time was due to lightning strikes and landslides, what about this time? Is it because of the long-lasting heavy snowfall?

Is divine power so weak that it cannot even withstand a mere accumulation of snow?

The thought only flashed through his mind for a moment before the emperor quickly repented.

The power of the gods is boundless. Since His divine intervention will occur again, it seems that these formations need repair. He only needs to live well and wait for divine blessings to descend.

"The sacred water in the north has also run into problems, probably because of this snow disaster. Once the snowfall subsides, we will send someone to check on the situation."

"Yes."

"Go ahead, I need to recuperate some more."

The emperor closed his eyes, unaware that beside several "divine waters" that Jingli passed by, several unseen talismans were silently emitting black smoke.

At the same time, 6058 finally received a reply.

[Lu Xiaoming: Sugar Baby, is it working?]

As pollution decreased, 6058's sensing range expanded, and it naturally learned about the heavy snow in the north.

He didn't know if Lu Mingguang was behind it, so he tried sending a message, but obviously, the timing of the shadowy fluctuations had passed, and the message disappeared without a trace.

But it's okay, 6058 shook the little bird's head.

Victory is within reach.