"My dear brother, don't be foolish. Didn't you hear the young master calling that gentleman in white Ye Zi'an just now? Ye Zi'an, the name of our newly appointed Lord Prefect, whom our Lord County Magistrate talks about every day."
The head bailiff finally came to his senses, "Yes, yes, I'll go report to the County Magistrate right away!" Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he dashed in the direction of the county seat.
Meanwhile, Ye Zi'an and his companions returned to the inn.
Upon seeing Mu Shaoling and the others coming back, the innkeeper showed a schadenfreude smile, feeling a twisted satisfaction at having a few more people to join them in facing death.
Ignoring his petty thoughts, Yang Chuxia and the others proceeded upstairs.
"You must have seen this kind of sickness on the way here, right? It's very similar to Auntie Hong's. Is there still a cure?" As soon as they sat down, Ye Zi'an got straight to the point.
