The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan

"I saw several physicians rushing into the garment workshop, could it be that there has been another death there?" "Doesn’t seem like it, they say a female worker fainted and passed out."

As soon as Li Xianyun heard this, she couldn’t walk any further—she had to go see for herself.

Li Xianyun was very enthusiastic about treating diseases and saving lives.

The more complex and challenging the illness, the more interested she became.

Li Xianyun asked Bater to stop the carriage, opened the door, and stepped down, standing amidst the crowd.

Voices of discussion immediately flooded her ears from all directions.

Someone whispered near Li Xianyun.

"During the winter campaign, the most urgent need for the soldiers is cotton clothing. The nearby prefectures have all received a task to produce ten thousand pieces of cotton garments, but our Yanzhou volunteered to take on the task of twenty thousand pieces. They even made a bold claim to finish it within five days. That’s twenty thousand pieces of cotton clothing! Even if the female workers worked without resting or eating, they couldn’t complete it. With such a heavy task, coupled with such ruthless and cruel management, it would be strange if no lives were lost, right?"

Another person responded in a lowered voice, "He beats and scolds those poor female workers at the drop of a hat. If anyone is slow, he won’t let them eat. The less they eat, the slower they get, doesn’t it?"