My beloved wife is reborn, let's get divorced, Mr. Prime Minister

Things were very strange. The news that Pei Huaizhi sent back to the capital was actually false, and the arrested assassin was naturally fake as well. Who was making the best of a bad situation? Song Qingcheng found that she was increasingly unable to see the way forward.

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Pei Huaizhi started from Jeju and went all the way along Huainan Road to Jiangnan Road. He finally arrived in Jiangnan a month later. The journey was very smooth. What was different from the past was that on this road, there were officials to meet him in every county, which could be said to be a seamless connection.

With such a strict arrangement, not to mention assassins, even a mosquito cannot get close to Pei Huaizhi and Song Qingcheng. It can be seen that the Emperor of Wei attaches great importance to Pei Huaizhi. After all, he is the favorite of the current emperor. Although there were some rifts between the monarch and his ministers before, in the face of the overall situation, the Emperor of Wei sees it very clearly. After all, in this trip, Pei Huaizhi is the sword in the hand of the Emperor of Wei.

There is no reason for the sword holder to abandon the sword before achieving his goal, so this arrangement is made.

Pei Huaizhi and Song Qingcheng arrived at Jinling City at noon, just when they met a large number of disaster victims from nearby counties and prefectures, who were clamoring and blocking the city gate. It turned out that they wanted to enter the city to seek refuge, but were blocked outside by the city gate guards.

The two sides were in a stalemate.

At the same time, a large number of victims rushed to the city gate, all for their lives. They finally saw hope, but were stopped outside by the guards at the city gate. They had long lost their patience and gradually began to get ready to start a riot.

As expected.

Some victims in the crowd shouted, "Why can't we go to the capital? The officials don't care about the lives of us civilians and don't let us find a way to survive on our own?"

"Yeah, since we can't get into the city, we're going to starve to death anyway, so we might as well fight them. Maybe we can live a few more days."

The victims were already starving.

As soon as these words were spoken, the victims became even more excited, and they swarmed towards the city gate, squeezing the gate guards aside. They were about to break in, but at this moment, a group of people came out of the city, swept their spears hard, and knocked the first victim to the ground.

"Back off!"

Seeing this, the victims huddled together in fear.

The leading general looked ferocious and shouted: "What are you arguing about? Don't want to kill yourself. Disperse. If you bump into the imperial envoy's carriage, I don't think even ten lives of you, a lowly person, will be enough."

"Sir, please have mercy on us and let us into the city." Seeing that forceful action failed, the victims had no choice but to keep begging outside the city gate.

The gatekeeper showed no mercy and waved his hand condescendingly.

The soldiers behind him understood and rushed forward in unison, driving away the victims by force. For a moment, the scene was extremely chaotic and the conflict became increasingly fierce. Some victims had already been injured and fell to the ground.

"This damn imperial envoy is also a dog official! He doesn't care about the lives of the people!"

Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted loudly, causing a huge uproar. The victims began to riot again and started cursing the imperial envoy, calling him a dog official, a dog official!

One wave got louder than the other, one higher than the other, and the situation became more and more out of control.

The city gate guards and soldiers were still hesitant at first, but seeing that they were getting more and more out of control, it was obvious that they were going to take real action.

He stabbed the spear forward without caring about anything else, and the refugees in front of him were about to lose their lives.

"stop!"

A cold and sharp rebuke came from the back of the crowd, and the voice carried a threat that could not be ignored.

The soldiers guarding the city waved their hands and shouted to stop. When they saw someone, they immediately dismounted and walked out of the crowd, "Your Excellency, please..."

Pei Huaizhi stared at him with a slightly cold look in his eyes. With just one glance, the gatekeeper suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Pei Huaizhi bent down, helped his father-in-law who had fallen to the ground, and gave him the medicine he had with him.

The injured father-in-law looked at Pei Huaizhi in disbelief and said, "My Lord, this is for me."

Pei Huaizhi nodded and said, "Father-in-law, you can help first."

"What kind of good guy are you pretending to be?"

"Your Excellency, please let me have a look too."

Soon, the victims surrounded Pei Huaizhi.

At this moment, there was another sudden shout from the crowd.

Song Qingcheng lifted the car curtain and looked outside. From the very beginning, she heard that there was always someone among the victims who was stirring up the rhythm from time to time.

Pei Huaizhi naturally realized it as well. He looked over at the sound and saw the man lowering his head in panic.

Pei Huaizhi said loudly: "Don't worry, you can enter the city now. I will order people to build temporary shelters along the road, add porridge sheds and medical rooms, so that everyone can rest!"

After saying that, he walked back.

After Pei Huaizhi got on the carriage, Song Qingcheng could not wait to say to him, "Someone wants to use your name to sow discord between you and the people. If the conflict intensifies, you, the imperial envoy, will lose the support of the people and your credibility. The people can carry you, but they can also overturn you. In order to appease the anger of the people, the emperor may be forced to summon you back to the capital immediately."

Pei Huaizhi glanced at Song Qingcheng with approval and said, "Good analysis. I guess the wealthy families in the south of the Yangtze River have prepared a welcoming banquet in advance."

The carriage drove into a house prepared by the governor of Jiangnan, and Song Qingcheng first went to arrange all the items brought from the capital.

Pei Huaizhi went to arrange disaster relief. This time the court did not allocate any relief money. The court was considering letting Nanjing, a small court that evaded taxes, solve the problem on its own, taking from the people and giving back to the people.

On that day, Pei Huaizhi used thundering means to arrange for the refugees.

The officials in Jiangnan naturally cried poor at first, but when Pei Huaizhi took out the account books for the past years in Jiangnan, those officials could no longer say a word.

Over the next few days, just when officials from all over Jiangnan realized that the imperial envoy was different from the past, Pei Huaizhi changed his previous thunderous tactics and began to implement a conciliatory policy. He entertained officials from all over the place and attacked them one by one, and he had a general understanding of Jiangnan's strengths and weaknesses.

For half a month, I was so busy that I couldn't stop for a moment.

Because they left early and came back late, Pei Huaizhi did not stay together with Song Qingcheng, and the two seemed to have returned to the state where they were not very familiar with each other before.

At the same time, Song Qingcheng had naturally not been idle in the past half month. In order to test Pei Huaizhi's attitude, officials from all walks of life would send their wives to invite her to travel with them from time to time, and their words were meant to find out Pei Huaizhi's intentions.

Song Qingcheng had no choice but to play dumb. After a while, the ladies knew they couldn't find out anything, so they came less often.

On this day, Pei Huaizhi met with several officials from Jiangnan again. They were so busy that it was already past dinner time when they lit the lamps. Pei Huaizhi wanted to invite them to have dinner again, but was repeatedly rejected.