"I'll go with you."
Su Ziqin's eyes were firm: "I'm a student at the Imperial Academy, it's my duty to help the two Masters and solve difficulties."
"Sister has good intentions, the two Masters will surely be grateful."
Su Qingluo agreed in her heart: "The cave is cold, and the disaster-stricken villagers lack warm clothes. The elderly and children may not be able to bear it, and the number of sick people will increase. Later, I will prepare some medicine pills, and we will take them down the mountain tomorrow. We'll hand them over to the two Masters, who will distribute them to the victims."
"You're always so thoughtful."
Su Ziqin's cheeks flushed with embarrassment: "I only think about helping, but I don't know how to help."
"After a major disaster, there may be a major epidemic. It's no small matter if the villagers get sick, and they need to be treated as soon as possible."
