An old man with white hair said tremblingly, "This old man is poor and has also suffered from this disaster. Thankfully, Canzhou has taken us in... the great kindness and virtue of the Prince and Princess Consort..."
Sun Wenyuan, the Zhizhou of Canzhou, stood in the shadows beneath the city gate, coldly observing this scene.
His slender eyes narrowed into slits, and he absentmindedly rubbed a jade ring between his fingers, seemingly sensing something amiss.
"Hmph! What a 'citizen of Canzhou,' are those really Canzhou's citizens? They are clearly all citizens of Da Jing." He sneered inwardly, "Zhao Zun is trying to win over people's hearts!"
His gaze swept over the kneeling disaster victims and fell on Han Lei, who was busy helping distribute medicine pills.
Han Lei, with her sporty outfit and casually tied hair, seemed a bit disheveled, yet she patiently explained the usage to each disaster victim receiving the medicine.
