Hostility faded and the earnest people were moved; many commoners who had originally shunned her came up to her, assisting her in moving the injured, washing wounds, bandaging and applying medicine…
The wailing and chaos of the docks slowly faded, and a tense, disciplined air filled the grounds. A single glance towards Feng Zhiwei was all the sign she needed to walk over and offer her help; after the unfriendly welcome, the local officials, commoners, and the Imperial Envoy's team all worked together to heal and save.
Even the spoiled students from Qing Ming Academy could only stay onlookers for a moment, and then they were rolling up their sleeves and helping. Yao Yangyu lay on his stretcher besides the guards, groaning out advice and orders.
Sometimes, tragedy was a time of greatness and love. As Feng Zhiwei washed her filthy hands, she looked out at the busy helpers and her heart was quietly moved.
