FID – Chapter 575

Chapter 575: The Heavens’ Favored One, Looking Like This

By now, the floodwaters in the county town had receded.

Traces of the disaster remained everywhere—the streets, once orderly and bustling, were now in ruins. Walls had crumbled, broken remnants lay scattered, 

All that could be seen as far as the eye could see was devastation.

A single rider on horseback galloped at full speed toward the county office, moving so swiftly that to the eyes of passersby, he was nothing but a streak of purple wind

Only as he neared the yamen did the purple whirlwind come to an abrupt halt.

Feng Qingbai saw his little girl.

She sat behind a simple wooden table at the entrance of the yamen, distributing medicine to the long line of people with a few others.

Dressed in a flowing green robe, she stood out among the crowd, graceful like a flower on the verge of blooming.

He remained on horseback, simply gazing at her.

Quietly, his eyes burned with greed, devouring the sight of her.

The searing gaze on her face made the young woman uncomfortable. She frowned slightly and turned around.

The moment she saw him, her eyes lit up like a sky full of stars.

“Feng Qingbai,” she whispered in disbelief.

In the next instant, she was swept into a tight embrace.

“I was late, Shengsheng.”

At this moment, he had no time to care about the gazes of others.

He had been tormented with fear the entire journey—afraid that something had happened to her. Worry, longing, and anxiety had gnawed at him, leaving him restless and unable to find even a moment of peace.

He hadn’t dared to close his eyes, nor had he allowed himself a single pause along the way, fearing that if he arrived too late, it would all be too late.

Now, seeing with his own eyes that she was safe, relief flooded through him. But along with it came a deep, overwhelming guilt.

Twice now.

Twice, Shengsheng had nearly been in danger, and both times, he had not been by her side.

In front of the yamen, a long line of flood victims stretched out—injured or sick people waiting for aid. Seeing the scene before them, they began whispering among themselves—some in surprise, some in curiosity, and others thinking the display was improper.

Behind the wooden table, Qian Wanjin and Xue Qinglian both rolled their eyes in unison.

“I bet Feng Qingbai didn’t even see the two of us.”

“I bet he did see us—but he has no idea what we look like right now.”

At this moment, the two of them were nothing more than background characters.

“You two, can you finish handing out the medicine before hugging? The job’s not done yet!” Qian Wanjin shot a glare at Feng Qingbai, feeling thoroughly disgruntled.

Even the busy Regent had arrived, yet Xiao Shi was nowhere to be seen!

That didn’t make sense!

Yunzhou had already sent out flood warnings—had the capital still not received the news?

With how much Xiao Shi adored him, there was no way he wouldn’t come!

Had he found someone new in the capital and forgotten about him?

No, no, impossible! With his striking looks, as graceful as jade, comparable to the legendary Pan An, there was no way Xiao Shi would fall for those unsightly fools in the capital!

After stuffing the medicine bundle into the arms of the person in front of him, Qian Wanjin called out with gritted teeth, “Nannan! We can’t do this without you! Get over here!!”

If he couldn’t budge Feng Qingbai, he could at least move Lucky Nannan, right?

No way was he letting them just stand there hugging!

Liu Yusheng’s face flushed red. She pinched the soft flesh at Feng Qingbai’s waist, whispering, “Feng Qingbai, go rest inside the yamen first. I’ll come over once I’m done here.”

Knowing this really wasn’t the right time, and having already eased the emotions weighing on his heart, Feng Qingbai let go of the young woman and moved behind the wooden table with her. “I’m not tired. I’ll help you distribute the medicine.”

The medicine packets on the table were divided into two types—larger ones for injuries and smaller ones for colds.

After several days of diagnosing patients, Liu Yusheng and Xue Qinglian had realized that most of the victims were either injured or suffering from cold-related illnesses. So, they had prepared these pre-sorted medicine packs to save time.

After the flood, the number of injured and sick had surged. The city’s doctors were completely overwhelmed. Once the victims were rescued and settled, Kang Shiming had personally come to request help, prompting Liu Yusheng to pull Xue Qinglian along to assist.

The two of them were already well-known figures. The moment they stepped forward, nearly all the townspeople flocked to them. After several days of this, both were utterly exhausted.

With an extra pair of hands to help, things sped up considerably, and soon, expressions of awe and reverence began appearing on the faces of those waiting in line.

The news that the Little Divine Doctor, Liu Yusheng, was engaged to the Regent of the current dynasty had already spread throughout every street and alley of Xiangshan County.

The man before them, exuding wealth and nobility at a glance, had embraced the Little Divine Doctor in broad daylight—who else could he be but her fiancé?

That meant this man must be the Regent himself!

And with the name Feng Qingbai being shouted out by Young Master Qian, the townspeople had no more doubts.

In the presence of true nobility, a deep-seated sense of restraint and reverence instinctively took hold, impossible to suppress.

A short distance away, just inside the entrance of the county yamen, a shadowy figure stood by the doorway, watching the scene unfold—his eyes burning red with jealousy.

That man was none other than the Regent of the current dynasty, the King of Nanling—Feng Qingbai!

Kang Ziyu had heard this name countless times, but she had never actually seen the King of Nanling in person.

Now, witnessing him with her own eyes, the jealousy she had been desperately suppressing surged back to life.

Exquisite and otherworldly, dignified and noble—every movement exuded elegance and grace.

So this was the King of Nanling, the favored son of heaven!

And yet, he was Liu Yusheng’s fiancé!

“Ziyu? Ziyu? Weren’t you planning to take a walk outside?” A voice called her name cautiously, laced with flattery and obsequiousness.

Kang Ziyu turned her head and looked at the utterly unremarkable face beside her. Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of disgust welled up inside her.

“I’m not feeling well. I’m not going.”

A mere upstart’s son from a rice merchant’s family, reeking of nothing but money!

Before today, she hadn’t thought much of it.

But after seeing Feng Qingbai, the King of Nanling, and then looking at the man before her—everything about him felt utterly repulsive.

“Not feeling well? Then… then rest up. I’ll wait for you.”

“What are you waiting for? Go home this instant! We’re not even married yet, and you keep coming here—are you trying to ruin my reputation? I’m not like some people, shamelessly pulling and tugging at men before marriage!”

“…” Watching the woman turn and walk into the inner courtyard, the man stood there, momentarily at a loss. It wasn’t until her figure completely disappeared that a hidden darkness flickered in his eyes.

After distributing the last of the medicine packets, Liu Yusheng handed over the stall to the free laborer Xue Qinglian, leaving him and Qian Wanjin in charge of packing up.

She then pulled Feng Qingbai into the inner courtyard of the county office, leading him to the guest room where she was temporarily staying.

After being rescued from Luofu Mountain, the floodwaters had not yet receded from the village, forcing all the disaster victims to take shelter at a temporary refugee camp set up by Kang Shiming and his men.

As for the Liu family, the elders had returned to the prefecture capital with Liu Zhixia, leaving Liu Yusheng and Xue Qinglian behind to assist Kang Shiming in helping the flood victims.

Since she chose to stay, Qian Wanjin also refused to leave. He stayed to accompany her while simultaneously preparing to reopen the restaurant once things settled.

Because it was Kang Shiming who had asked them to stay, the three of them were temporarily living in the county office’s guest quarters.

The guest room was neither large nor small, furnished simply yet elegantly. Marks of flood damage still lingered, and to combat the damp, small scented sachets were placed around the room, filling the air with a faint, pleasant fragrance.

The moment they stepped inside, Feng Qingbai shut the door behind them.

Then, without hesitation, he leaned in, pressing an urgent kiss onto the young girl’s lips.

The storm of emotions he had suppressed along the way—worry, fear, anxiety—could only be released through this embrace.

Her hands gently stroked his back, never stopping. She understood the fear and restraint he had been holding in.