Chapter 1199 Are you County Magistrate Cheng?

The constables behind him cried out in alarm and rushed forward to help the adult who was about to fall.

But their feet wouldn't obey them. No matter how anxious they were, their steps couldn't keep up with their leaning upper bodies, and they almost fell to the ground.

Just as they were watching helplessly as their adult was about to fall headfirst and lose consciousness.

Suddenly, the county magistrate's arm was pulled, and his face, which was about to hit the ground, was barely saved.

Still shaken, the group looked up and saw a petite, beautiful girl standing by the door, holding back the county magistrate who was about to fall flat on his face.

Who is this?

Having just regained her footing, Cheng Shujin hurriedly withdrew her hand, took three steps back, bowed respectfully, and asked the question that had been on everyone's mind:

"Thank you so much for saving me, young lady! May I ask who you are and what brings you to the county office?"

He covered his face with his sleeve as he spoke, worried that he might pass on his illness to the girl.

Qiao Ran returned the greeting:

“I am Princess Anning, and this is Prince Dingbei. We have come here by imperial decree to provide disaster relief. The relief team will probably arrive in about ten days. We have come ahead to organize doctors to treat plague patients.”

Cheng Shujin was startled:

"Princess Anning? You are the Sage of Medicine? You've come to Laishui County. With your arrival, we are saved! We are saved!"

Upon hearing the little girl's words, Cheng Shujin was first stunned, then became so excited that tears welled up in her eyes, and her hands trembled so much that she didn't know where to put them.

He had no doubt about the identities of the two people in front of him. After all, Laishui County was now a living hell. Who would be stupid enough to come to this place to impersonate someone else?

In the past two years, the deeds of the Sage of Medicine and the King of Dingbei have spread throughout the entire Dai Viet.

Living in remote and impoverished areas, they never imagined they would meet such a distinguished person from the capital.

But now, the two most honorable and respected nobles in the entire Great Yue, besides the Emperor, have come to their remote little place. What merit do they have?

Cheng Shujin, accompanied by several constables, was about to kneel down to express her gratitude, but seeing Princess Anning reaching out to help her up, she quickly waved her hand in refusal.

“Princess, please don’t come any closer! We have already been infected with the plague and we cannot pass on our illness to you.”

Qiao Ran did not hesitate at all, and stepped forward to pull the person up:

"Get up, no need for formalities! Now that we have arrived in Laishui County, we have nothing to fear from this plague."

Hearing her confident words, Cheng Shujin felt more at ease, and most of her fatigue seemed to dissipate.

"Your Highness, Princess, you've come from afar, you must be tired! Please come in! I'll make you something to eat."

Cheng Shujin then realized that everyone was still standing at the entrance of the yamen, so she quickly and respectfully welcomed them inside. Then she went to prepare food to welcome the two distinguished guests.

But as soon as he said it, he realized that there was no rice or flour left in the yamen, only two coarse grain cakes and a pile of grass roots that a few people had brought him yesterday, and he immediately gave an awkward, bitter smile.

The nobles from the capital eat refined rice and white flour; how could they possibly stomach coarse grain cakes and wild grass roots that irritate the throat?

Just as he was feeling awkward and unsure of what to do, Qiao Ran spoke up:

"You must be Magistrate Cheng? No need for that. We've already eaten on the way, so we're not hungry now. Someone will bring us food later, so just cook what you need. You all look quite weak, so rest for a bit. After lunch, you can show us around and give us a look at the situation."

As she spoke, she took out several porcelain bottles from her cloth bag:

"Here are some antidote pills I made myself. Each of you take one first, and the rest can be given to other patients. You rest for now, and we'll go outside the city to get supplies."