Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

The poor people who had been surrounding Huang Yuyuan immediately turned their attention to Jiang Yueming when they heard that hope lay in him.

"Young Master Jiang, I beg you, kneel before him."

A middle-aged man in a brown cloth shirt with a stubble beard was the first to hug Jiang Yueming's right leg. He raised his eyes, which had long been dulled by the hardships of life, and stared intently at Jiang Yueming, with a glimmer of light still visible in his eyes.

"Ah... I..." Jiang Yueming didn't react for a moment, and her tone and attitude were not very clear.

Should he kneel?

Nonsense! What normal man would want to kneel before a spoiled brat who constantly humiliates him?

But if he doesn't kneel, these people will suffer the pain of losing loved ones and the agony of separation.

Seeing that Jiang Yueming did not immediately agree, the middle-aged man grabbed Jiang Yueming's right leg tightly, trying to suppress the sobs in his voice: "Young Master Jiang, I will not lie to you, my family has only had one son for five generations. My son was finally born a month ago, but he has been diagnosed with an illness."

"Our family scrimped and saved to scrape together the money for the child's doctor's visit, all so that the child could receive medical treatment... his mother..."

At this point, the man's voice became extremely choked, and his tears were like a surging wave about to break through a dam.

"His mother... secretly saved her food rations every day to raise money, and in the end... she starved to death."

The middle-aged man's last voice trembled noticeably, filled with heartache and helplessness. The rough hand that had been gripping Jiang Yueming's right foot suddenly loosened, and a low groan seemed to echo from within.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yueming's pupils constricted, her body trembled, and an indescribable feeling welled up in her heart.

In the past, when he was begging on the streets of the capital, God would always be merciful and allow one or two kind people to give him a bite to eat, so that he would not starve to death on the street.

But the middle-aged man's plight was so tragic that it surpassed anything Jiang Yueming had ever seen or heard before.

Hearing the man's bitter complaint, Ye Mo couldn't help but cover her fragrant lips with her small hand, her eyes darkening slightly.

She witnessed the hardships of this world once again. Such things were commonplace at the border, but hearing them with her own ears made her heart ache.

Those in power and privilege enjoyed fine wine and sumptuous food in luxurious palaces, while treating the starving and freezing common people outside as mere insects, completely disregarding their lives.

This is the state of the world today!

"So I beg you, kneel down and let Young Master Huang refine the elixir, please save my son!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man kept kowtowing to Jiang Yueming, a blurry flower of blood quietly blooming on his dark brown forehead.

"Hey, uncle, you go first..."

Jiang Yueming was about to bend down to help the middle-aged man up when she suddenly felt her left leg being grabbed hard. She stopped moving and turned her head slightly.

Beside his left leg was a girl of about thirteen or fourteen. Her face was covered in black and grime, and her hands, which should have been delicate and soft, were covered in scars, clearly indicating that she had done a lot of heavy work.

"Young Master Jiang, I... I beg you to save my younger brother. Our parents died in the famine three months ago, and now only my brother and I are left to depend on each other."

"But my younger brother is still too young and mischievous. He broke a teapot in a nobleman's house and was beaten half to death. Now he only has Young Master Huang's life-saving pills to rely on."

The girl bit her lip, wiped away her tears, and choked out, "If Young Master Jiang saves my brother and doesn't mind, I am willing to be your servant for all eternity."

Jiang Yueming looked at the pitiful girl, his brows furrowing even more. He reached out to help her up, but before he could do so, an old man grabbed his hand.

The old man was dressed in extremely simple clothes, his old cloth shoes were covered in pudding, and he was estimated to be in his sixties. He knelt on the ground and his thin, bony hands grabbed Jiang Yueming.

"Young Master Jiang, I also wish to beg you to kneel down. I know this would be a great humiliation for you, but as their village chief, I must kowtow to you."

After saying this, the old man placed his hand on Jiang Yueming's arm, bent down, and prepared to kowtow to Jiang Yueming, while constantly pleading.

"Oh, sir, please don't do this! This junior can't accept such a favor!" Jiang Yueming was shocked and quickly reached out to stop the old man from kowtowing.

"Young Master Jiang, my mother desperately needs Young Master Huang's elixir. Please, I beg you, kneel down."

"Young Master Jiang, my wife is still waiting for me to save her life at home. If you agree to kneel down, I, Da Zhuang, will do anything for you, even serve you like a slave."

"..."

Amidst the pleas and pleas, Ye Mo looked at Jiang Yueming with heartache in her eyes, then strode forward.

She knew that since ancient times, a man's knees are worth gold, and the current situation was forced upon Jiang Yueming by Huang Yuyuan. She knew in her heart that Jiang Yueming would rather die than kneel and kowtow to Huang Yuyuan.

After all, the two had been at odds before, and Huang Yuyuan had been making all sorts of sarcastic remarks about Jiang Yueming, so how could he possibly kneel down to his opponent?

"Oh, is there something you need, Miss Ye?" Huang Yuyuan asked, a slight smile playing on his lips as he watched Ye Mo approach.

Ye Moyu stopped a few dozen steps away from Huang Yuyuan, her jade-like face icy cold, and said indifferently, "Huang Yuyuan, how about we make a deal?"

"I'll work as a dancer at your dance hall, and you'll immediately start concocting elixirs for these people."

Huang Yuyuan smiled and agreed without hesitation, "Alright, Miss Ye is a straightforward person."

He agreed so quickly because he was certain that the deal Ye Mo proposed would not go through.

His idea was quickly proven true.

Jiang Yueming was dealing with the crowd when he suddenly heard Ye Mo mention the deal. He immediately turned his gaze to Huang Yuyuan, his eyes filled with a chilling murderous intent.

Huang Yuyuan simply ignored the gaze directed at him, figuring that Jiang Yueming would eventually have to kneel down anyway, and Ye Mo would still be his.

"Everyone heard that, right? Please stop bothering Young Master Jiang." After Ye Mo and Huang Yuyuan had discussed it, they immediately gave the people a glimmer of hope.

Once the people realized there was hope, they all left Jiang Yueming's side and knelt down again to wait for Huang Yuyuan's elixir.

After the people stopped him, Jiang Yueming strode toward Ye Mo with a solemn expression.

"Jiang..." Ye Mo watched Jiang Yueming walk towards her, but they passed each other without even exchanging greetings.

"There are plenty of dancers in the world. With Young Master Huang's status and position, what type of dancer wouldn't you have? Why waste your time on Ye Mo?"

Facing Jiang Yueming's ill-intentioned question directly, Huang Yuyuan smiled and said, "Hasn't Young Master Jiang heard the saying that wildflowers always smell sweeter than cultivated ones?"

"Besides, these wildflowers are growing on enemy territory. Flowers are all about freshness, and the flowers in enemy territory must be much more fragrant and delicate than our own."

"Young Master Jiang, don't you think so?"