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Chapter 706: There’s No Helping It, I Promised Her

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

However, Ye Siming said coldly, “No one can go out. Someone will naturally treat the sick in the capital. You don’t have to worry.”

The man broke down. “That’s my wife! She’s just two months pregnant. How can I not be worried? Don’t you have anyone you care about?”

His attitude was too radical. Censor Zhang saw that Ye Siming’s expression was abnormally cold.

He was really afraid that Marquis Yongye would cut off the man’s head with a raise of his hand.

However, Ye Siming only looked at the man quietly with his black eyes that were covered in black fog.

He said calmly, “I came so that the person I care about won’t be sad.”

The man and Censor Zhang were both stunned.

Ye Siming continued, “I even left in a hurry and didn’t have time to say goodbye to her.

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“I don’t know if she’s afraid now. The only thing I’m sure of is that she doesn’t want to see so many people fall sick and die.

“I’m trying my best to accomplish something for her. The short parting is so that I can stand by her side for a longer time.”

The man fell silent.

Ye Siming lowered his eyes and looked at this person.

“You’re worried about your wife, but look at the people here and think about the people in the city. Who doesn’t have family members? Who doesn’t worry about each other?

“If you stay, you’ll be responsible for yourself and for her. If you’re not sick, then go and help others. If you’re sick, the doctors will treat you.”

Then, he turned around and looked at the villagers who had surrounded him at some point.

Their gazes were filled with panic and helplessness.

However, at this moment, they gradually looked at the youth in front of them with trust.

Ye Siming raised his head and said firmly, “I promise you that before the first snow comes, the illness will definitely disappear. You guys will definitely be able to reunite with the people you miss.”

People couldn’t hold it in anymore and started crying.

After that, the soldiers’ operations were much smoother.

The villagers became very cooperative.

Everyone obediently registered their conditions.

Ye Siming stood under an old tree and watched everything with his arms crossed, looking like a lonely and cold monarch.

Censor Zhang walked to his side and couldn’t help but give him a thumbs up. “Marquis, your words just now really impressed me.”

He had always thought that Marquis Yongye was an unreasonable person who would kill innocent people.

However, he didn’t expect there to be such a reasonable side to him.

When Ye Siming heard his praise, he didn’t mind. He only sneered. “There’s no helping it, I promised her.”

Going against his nature, loving and protecting her.

And also loving and protecting the world that she cared about.

Otherwise, to Ye Siming, it would naturally be simpler to kill such noisy mortals.

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Censor Zhang was a little curious. “For him? Which him? General Bai?” Ye Siming glanced at him coldly.

He then got on the horse. “Stay here and keep watch. I’ll bring a team of soldiers to the next village. Let’s speed up.

“After the matters here are done, leave the soldiers to guard the place and come and meet up with me.”

After saying that, he clamped the horse’s stomach and left along the path.

Under Gu Nuo’er’s command, the order in Ning’an Village finally improved a little.

The people who were sick lived alone in the big courtyard. There were two people in each room.

However, even so, the courtyard was still not enough for all the patients.

The richer commoners in the village were all willing to give up their big houses for the sick to live in.

In the end, Kongjue made a rough calculation.

There were 124 people still alive in Ning’an Village.

However, there were a hundred people infected by the plague.

When Gu Nuo’er heard these numbers, no matter how bright her eyes were, they couldn’t help but dim a little.

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