After listening to the servants’ report, Yixuan was startled. It was as if he still couldn’t quite comprehend. "Yes, no one. It seems they swiftly left during the earthquake." Yixuan let out a deep sigh, but then his expression changed: "On the way, I heard that apart from the earthquake night, there were continuous aftershocks for two days afterward..." If they left, it’s not certain... "Go, investigate! Alive, I want to see the person; dead, I want to see the body!" Yixuan closed his eyes firmly and quickly gave orders: "Hurry the progress at the back, get the grains transported here quickly, and also send some people to find Hou Su!" Afterwards, Yixuan held Wu Wang and went to the place where "Joyful Hui Garden" once stood. This name was given by Third Brother, the plaque was made by fourth brother himself, the words were written by elder brother, and he himself gilded the letters. Get full chapters from novｅlfire.net But now, this plaque is broken in half. The house they once lived in, the roof where they watched the stars, every scene and object from before, has turned into the ruins before his eyes. He handed Wu Wang to a servant and picked up the plaque from the ground. He walked through the rubble, found nails and a hammer, pieced the plaque back together, rolled up his sleeves as his white clothes gradually became dirty, but he didn’t care. He moved stones, pushed aside collapsed walls, his fingertips were cut, a drop of blood fell, and the redness at the corner of his eyes deepened... A tear fell onto the dusty ground. Is she well? Where is she? "Master, please take a break, let us handle these matters..." The servants tried to persuade him, but he seemed not to hear. Suddenly, he discovered an iron box. This iron box he had left at Purple Garden, hidden inside a cabinet. Opening the iron box, inside were rolls of painting paper spread out, the expressions of a woman vividly emerged... His lips twitched slightly, then he slowly raised his head, gazing at the gloomy sky. Purple Garden, wife master, brothers... What exactly had he missed? Dong Huiying initially thought the disaster here in Balibao would surely be more severe, and Shujun had fully prepared, bringing a lot of grain. Zhi Chen also had people escort a batch of medicinal herbs to catch up with them. Now the wife and five husbands had gathered, but as they drew closer to Balibao, they increasingly felt that here... "It seems someone got here ahead of us." They saw many disaster victims along the way, and the situation was very serious near Balibao, as it was close to Zhenxin. But the people here lacked nothing in terms of food and clothing, in the temporary shelters, they could see the smiles on the people’s faces. Shujun went to inquire about it, and people mentioned a name, Chuixue Manor. "The Master is a good person, he brought lots of food, we were almost starved, but fortunately met the Master, and thankfully he is kind-hearted." Judging by the people’s expressions, they seemed to greatly admire this Master. This person, Shujun also knew. This Chuixue Manor only emerged in the past two years. Located in Dongdi, it primarily deals in grain and wine, mainly sold to the Capital, Northwest, and Jiangnan. The one in power is quite skillful but rather mysterious. The Imperial Court once awarded a plaque, choosing this manor’s wine as tribute wine for the royal capital. It is said the Eighth Princess personally named it "Top One Villa In the World," hence the manor’s increasingly growing fame.