My Princess and Crown Prince Are Revived
Chapter 165: Pray for Rain Tonight

Chapter 165: Chapter 165: Pray for Rain Tonight

"Who is the kind benefactor distributing porridge this time?"

Chu Baihan and Yan Lin exchanged glances, both with a hint of confusion in their expressions.

At this moment, Tang Qingping scoffed, "Prince Rong really knows timing. Normally, when the common folks starve, he’s nowhere to be seen doing good deeds. And now that our Princess Residence has started charity work, he suddenly shows up to join the commotion."

"Are you saying that Prince Rong’s people are giving out porridge in the east of the city?" Yan Lin asked her gravely.

Seeing that Yan Lin was actually asking her a question, Tang Qingping quickly curtsied and then spoke in a gentle voice, "Cousin Prince Lin, when we were carrying out the porridge earlier, we also saw Prince Rong’s servants carrying out porridge."

So that was it...

Since the Princess Residence and Prince Rong’s Residence were close to each other, it wasn’t surprising that Tang Qingping could see that.

However, from her initial tone, it seemed she didn’t have a good relationship with Prince Rong.

"Master, we are back."

Just then, Ziyi and Ziwu returned, pulling several ropes to which many people were tied.

"Are all these people from Siminghui?" Yan Lin asked sternly.

"To report to Master, yes. However, not all of them were captured by us; there was also someone who lent a hand," Ziyi answered seriously.

"Someone lent a hand?"

"Chen Zhong pays respects to the two Princes."

At this moment, a young man quickly stepped forward.

"You are..." Yan Lian looked at him with a curious expression.

"I am a servant from Prince Rong’s Residence. I am here following our Prince’s orders to assist the two of you, Princes," Chen Zhong said respectfully.

So it was a man from Prince Rong’s Residence.

Some of the bystanders had very keen hearing, and upon hearing Chen Zhong’s words, they quickly knelt down.

"Thank you, Prince Rong. Prince Rong is truly like our second parents."

"Yes, Prince Rong is too kind. If not for him, we would have perished long ago.

"Alas, Prince Rong is like a living Bodhisattva."

"..."

"Is that necessary? Prince Rong Uncle only offered you food a few times, and you regard him with such respect," Tang Qingping scoffed quietly, clearly disapproving.

Her voice was low, but to masters like Yan Lin and Chu Baihan, it was effortlessly audible.

The two exchanged looks, understanding one thing—

There seemed to be discord between the Princess Residence and Prince Rong’s Residence.

And this Prince Rong, he must be a person of kind heart.

"Chen Zhong, right? I wonder how your master used to view Siminghui?"

Yan Lin’s cold gaze swept over Chen Zhong before he slowly spoke.

Chen Zhong instantly understood his implication.

"Prince Lin, our master also deeply despises the deeds of Siminghui. For the past two months, he’s been thinking of ways to capture them all at once. But alas, our master’s age has advanced, and there are not many capable people in his residence, so he has been unsuccessful..."

"Now that the Princes have come, our Prince Rong’s Residence can also take bold action. There are still some unfound members of Siminghui; once our people gather these beasts, we must parade them on the streets so as to appease the hatred in the people’s hearts," Chen Zhong explained clearly.

So that was it.

"Your master has my thanks for his troubles," Yan Lin said gravely.

"It is no trouble at all. Our master cannot bear to see the people of Jiangnan suffering. Princes, if there is nothing else, Chen Zhong will take his leave to continue the capture," Chen Zhong asked softly.

"Go ahead."

"Thank you, Prince Lin. Chen Chong takes his leave."

"Ziyi, follow them and help out," Yan Lin gestured to Ziyi.

"Yes, Master."

After Chen Zhong left, the bystanders couldn’t help but continue their discussions.

"Prince Rong is truly excellent. Jiangnan may be unfortunate, but it is also fortunate for having someone like Prince Rong."

"Indeed, we hope he lives a long life."

"..."

As she listened to the words of these commoners, a flicker of emotion passed through Chu Baihan’s heart.

She quickly helped an elderly woman to her feet and then softly asked, "Grandmother, may I ask what else Prince Yan has done for you?"

"This..."

The elderly woman looked at Chu Baihan nervously.

Just now, Miss Li from the Li Family had introduced the two gentlemen as princes from the capital city, but she had not introduced the young lady before her.

However, anyone who could walk alongside a prince must hold a very noble status.

She hurriedly began to speak with a mix of fear and respect, "What Prince Yan has done for us is too much to recount in three days and nights. For example, he set up a medical center to treat the sick. And during times of disaster, he cleared out his own courtyard so that the beggars in the city could have a place to stay..."

Listening to the elderly woman list one by one the deeds Prince Yan had done over the years, Chu Baihan couldn’t help but nod along in her heart.

Although Prince Yan was now a prince without real power, a so-called idle royal, his heart still lay with the common people.

If Li Shang had even half of Prince Yan’s breadth of spirit, perhaps the people of Jiangnan wouldn’t be in such a dire situation.

"Alright, Grandmother, I understand, thank you," Chu Baihan said with a smile, interrupting the elderly woman’s words.

Otherwise, the woman would have continued to go into detail for several more hours.

"No, no need for thanks." Seeing someone of Chu Baihan’s status thank her made the elderly woman even more nervous.

She turned to stand back in the crowd, muttering something she hadn’t had the chance to say to Chu Baihan—

"With how good a person Prince Yan is, if he ever passes away, we people of Jiangnan ought to erect a temple in his honor."

To erect a temple in honor...

Prince Yan’s place in the hearts of the people of Jiangnan was simply beyond words.

Withdrawing her gaze, Chu Baihan retreated back to Yan Lin’s side.

"Since Prince Yan is lending a hand, the matter with Siminghui should be resolved soon," she spoke in a subdued voice.

Yet, her heart felt somewhat uneasy.

"Do you feel that things are going too smoothly?" Just then, Yan Lin opened his mouth slowly, voicing the gloom in her heart.

Chu Baihan nodded quickly.

Wasn’t that so...

Last night, Yan Chen nearly lost his life chasing after members of Siminghui.

Yet today, they had almost managed to wipe out Siminghui in one fell swoop.

"Don’t worry about it too much; as long as we can eradicate those scoundrels, that’s all that matters," Yan Lian waved his hand dismissively.

At the end, he added, "What’s more pressing now is, when will it finally rain? If it doesn’t rain soon, Jiangnan will be ruined."

Indeed. If it didn’t rain soon, Jiangnan would be ruined.

Chu Baihan looked up at the sun, which was starting to rise, her expression sober.

It seemed she needed to proceed with her plan as soon as possible.

Because the number of gathered commoners was increasing, even Tang Qingping, who was reluctant, had to go and help with serving the porridge.

Now, only a few people, including Chu Baihan, remained here.

"Jiangnan cannot wait any longer. I plan to pray for rain tonight," Chu Baihan stated solemnly.

Upon hearing this, Yan Lin’s eyelids twitched slightly as he asked seriously, "How certain are you of success?"

"With ten days’ time, I would be absolutely certain. But if it’s tonight, there’s only a twenty percent chance," Chu Baihan shook her head, her voice low and muffled.

"Even with just twenty percent, we must try," Yan Lin spoke with a grave tone.

He had just seen the reserve of water Siminghui had, and that water was nowhere near enough for the entire city’s people to last ten days.

"Princess Baihan, what method do you use to pray for rain? A sacrifice to the heavens? But even the Emperor failed, it’s even less likely for us, isn’t it?" Yan Lian approached Chu Baihan and asked in a hushed voice at that moment.

"Do you know what the world will be like three thousand years from now?" Just then, Chu Baihan asked in a cool voice.

"Three thousand years in the past? We’d all be nothing but bones by then, how would we know?" Yan Lian waved his hand dismissively.

"Right, Princess Baihan, why do you ask this?" Yan Lian continued to inquire.

Chu Baihan withdrew her gaze and said lightly, "It was just a casual question, no need to be concerned."