The sky gradually cleared, and more people began appearing on the streets.
After breakfast, Yang Qing and his two companions climbed into their carriage to head out.
"Young master, where are we going now?" Bu Er asked, puzzled.
Like Bu Er, Jiang Zhizhou raised his eyes to Yang Qing.
"The wind and snow have been raging these past few days. I imagine the prefect of the Capital Prefecture must have his hands full by now."
Bu Er paused at Yang Qing's answer. "You mean we're going to visit the people of Tong City who suffered in the snowstorms? But wouldn't that go against your earlier instructions?"
They had only just arrived in Northern Liang. Acting too conspicuously might draw attention from all quarters, which was hardly a sound strategy for Yang Qing and his companions.
"Times have changed. If we don't act, someone else surely will. By then, we'll have lost the initiative."
Jiang Zhizhou fell silent.
Yang Qing was right. Neither Western Chu nor Northern Liang had been prepared for these snowstorms, and many commoners must have suffered in the disaster.
If they could accomplish something here, it would not seem contrived, and they could smoothly catch certain people's attention. It was a plan to kill two birds with one stone.
Hearing Yang Qing's words, Bu Er set aside his other concerns. "You must have a foolproof plan in mind, young master. I was worrying needlessly."
The carriage slowly carried the three toward the north of Tong City, where people from all walks of life lived together and where the snowstorms had caused the most widespread damage.
If the people were not given timely relief, refugees would scatter, and serious trouble might follow.
Yet before their carriage had even left Tong City's main street, they saw a number of