No way! Yang Chaoying felt that he must write to Lord Imperial Envoy, asking him to quickly come up with a solution.

He had neither money nor grain, and he must ensure that Lord Imperial Envoy reports the matter to the court so that the disaster relief Silver Tael can be allocated sooner.

Moreover, without orders from the court regarding the granaries, he dared not make a move. Otherwise, if the court lays blame on him, even having ten heads wouldn’t be enough to behead.

He could only wait for the court to issue an official document to open the granaries and distribute the grain, hoping the Emperor would promptly save these disaster-stricken people from peril.

Yang Chaoying recalled that Changtian Prefecture also had granaries, but unfortunately, the flood had submerged even the government office. Not only were the grains soaked, but it’s estimated they were scattered by the river water.

After this incident, Qian Hui Chun didn’t think of how to take charge of the situation and ended up committing suicide. Now the mess fell onto his own shoulders, truly an unprovoked disaster.

Yang Chaoying cursed Qian Hui Chun countless times in his heart before furrowing his brows, picking up the brush in his hand to prepare to write to the Imperial Envoy.

"My lord! Something’s wrong, the river embankment at Changtian Prefecture has collapsed again, now the surviving residents are desperately running towards us!"

A follower hurriedly ran into the study, shouting towards Yang Chaoying, who was busily writing.

"What?" Yang Chaoying dropped the brush in his hand and rushed towards the follower.

"Do you know how many people have died?"

"Most villagers from the nearby villages have already been relocated by the Imperial Envoy. Currently, it’s unclear how many people have died; there is no one managing the situation at Changtian Prefecture now."

Yang Chaoying’s expression turned extremely grim, "What about Lord Imperial Envoy? Isn’t he stationed in Changtian Prefecture? Is his life secure?"

Yang Chaoying worried that Lord Imperial Envoy might have also perished in the river, which would spell disaster for Hangtian Prefecture.

"It’s said he’s already escaped, but I haven’t yet found out where he is. However, I feel the Imperial Envoy would likely head towards Hangtian Prefecture."

If he doesn’t run towards this place, does he dare to stay in Changtian Prefecture? If the river embankments downstream of Changtian Prefecture completely collapse, at least half of the remaining people would be dead or injured.

"Quick! Quickly send people to find him and bring Lord Imperial Envoy back."

"Yes!" As the follower just left the study, a steward came to report from outside.

"My lord! The River Patrol Imperial Censor sent by the court and those from the Ministry of Industry have already entered the city and are now waiting outside the government office."

"Who? River Patrol Imperial Censor?" Yang Chaoying was taken aback upon hearing this, slapping his forehead; he had been so busy every day that he forgot this matter.

"Quickly, follow me to welcome the Imperial Censor and other officials!" Yang Chaoying hurriedly adjusted his official hat and smoothed his official uniform.

Afterwards, he took his personal followers and quickly walked to the front of the government office.

Min Feng sat inside the carriage, resting his eyes. A few days ago, he rushed to Yingnan Mansion with Hu Maoshen, and naturally, his spirit was low.

After finally resting for a few days at Yingnan Mansion, he traveled again to Hangtian Prefecture by carriage over the past two days, leaving him truly exhausted.

Hua Rong, sitting inside the carriage, glanced at Min Feng’s tired face and quickly leaned in, "My lord! Let me massage your shoulders! My skills are excellent; even Mrs. Li can’t stop praising them!"

Hua Rong’s face was coquettish, her cheeks flushed with shyness. She looked expectantly at Min Feng and affectionately tugged his sleeve.

Over the past few days, Min Feng had been quite satisfied with Hua Rong’s performance, especially since she was new to him, otherwise, he wouldn’t have agreed to bring her along, thus granting her extra patience.

"No need! Stay obediently in the carriage; bringing you here is already against reason. If word gets out, it will undoubtedly affect my reputation. Don’t forget, stay inside the carriage and don’t come out; someone will settle you in."

Min Feng opened his dry eyes, glanced at Hua Rong, and spoke gently.

"Behave over these few days, don’t bother me. As long as you listen, taking you back to the Capital is not out of the question."

Min Feng’s tone carried a hint of indulgence, indicating how satisfied he was with Hua Rong’s recent conduct.

Hua Rong was overjoyed when she heard this, nodding repeatedly with admiration in her eyes for Min Feng.

Such an attitude pleased Min Feng, causing his tired expression to gradually relax.

"Magistrate Yang Chaoying of Hangtian Prefecture pays respects to the Imperial Censor!" Yang Chaoying hurriedly arrived outside the government office, seeing several carriages parked at the entrance.

He knew that those inside must be the River Patrol Imperial Censor and Ministry of Industry officials sent by the court. He took a few breaths to steady his nerves.

He heard the appointed Imperial Censor was young and held a low official rank. But since the Emperor sent this Imperial Censor, the River Patrol Imperial Censor was like an Imperial Censor, holding authority far beyond his own as Magistrate.

Though this was temporary, the fact that this person could serve in such an important position with a Standard Sixth Rank indicated his connections within the court.

Moreover, he heard this person was the close disciple of Grand Secretary Xia, which made him even more cautious.

Regarding Min Feng’s arrogance in staying inside the carriage waiting for his reception, Yang Chaoying dared not feel resentful.

Min Feng heard the voices outside and quickly lifted the curtain, preparing to get off the carriage.

"So it’s Lord Yang, there’s no need for formality!" Min Feng hadn’t forgotten his true rank; he was merely a Standard Sixth Rank.

Though his authority was currently significant, Yang Chaoying was a Standard Fourth Rank. He couldn’t overly impose, knowing when to yield was wise.

"I didn’t realize that you, Lord Imperial Censor, were coming; my failure to greet you properly. Please don’t hold it against me, Lord Imperial Censor!"

Yang Chaoying saw someone getting off the foremost carriage and knew the responder was the Imperial Censor.

He quickly stepped forward, discreetly assessing Min Feng, and found him indeed as young as the rumors had said.

His eyes caught a glimpse of a female figure when the curtain fluttered, but only for a moment before the curtain was swiftly put down.

Yang Chaoying was momentarily stunned; what happened? Did he imagine it? Could there be a woman in that carriage?

From the following two carriages, four officials descended one after another; these were the Ministry of Industry officials sent by the court.

"We respectfully greet Lord Yang!" The four men bowed to Yang Chaoying; they were not specially appointed by the court as imperial envoys or censors.

Their rank was much lower than Yang Chaoying’s, so they dared not act arrogantly.

"There’s no need for excessive courtesy!"

"Lord Yang is too kind; it was my failure to inform first, so you cannot be blamed! These are Ministry of Industry’s doctor Mr. Rui and Mr. Duan; the other two are Chief from the Ministry of Industry..."

Min Feng glanced at Yang Chaoying, seeing him waiting at the entrance of the government office with government officials, feeling slightly smug.

He introduced the four behind him, and the group exchanged greetings.

Yang Chaoying noticed some tired expressions among the group, then smiled and said, "Please come inside and rest for a while; I have prepared chambers for you."

Yang Chaoying made a pointed glance at the back of the carriage, his smile unchanged.