Li Wenxing’s expression was grim. He was the high and mighty Crown Prince, and yet now Margaret had stolen the spotlight --- he was naturally displeased. If all those infected with the plague had died, he could’ve sealed off the news and buried the matter cleanly. But now that Margaret had stirred things up, it was no longer something he could cover up. Worst of all, it was Margaret who had saved those people. By comparison, he --- this Crown Prince --- looked utterly incompetent. Still, displeased as he was, he had to maintain appearances. The rain had just stopped, and damp steam still rose from the ruins of Wugang City. Li Wenxing stepped through the mud with a smile as warm as a spring breeze plastered on his face. “Margaret, you look worn out --- surely you’ve overworked yourself. Come back to camp with me. I had the cook prepare some ginseng soup --- it’ll warm you right up.” Margaret wiped the rain from her cheeks. Her dark battle robe was soaked through with m...