She immediately saw her husband, Yuan Jiaqi, the county magistrate, and a group of officials arranging for the disaster victims.
They wanted to search for a suitable village in the county.
Qiao Mai stood at the side and looked at her husband, whom she had not seen for a long time. He had lost weight and looked haggard. Even his beard had grown out.
However, he seemed to be in good spirits. Just as she was about to walk up and greet her husband, a woman walked to Yuan Jiaqi with a bowl of soup.
"Minister Yuan, you haven't eaten your fill yet. This is the chicken soup I made for you. There's ginseng in it. Would you like to have a sip?"
Yuan Jiaqi didn't even raise his head. "There's no need. I must settle the matters here and reply to the emperor's orders as soon as possible."
"But your health is more important than a moment, right?"
