Chapter 145: Settlement of Accounts (3)

"The person I'm waiting for has arrived. Young Marquis, find a way out yourself." Shen Miao's brows were filled with murderous intent. She had arranged this drama herself so that Shen Xin could see clearly what the situation was like in the seemingly harmonious and friendly Shen family, and what evil intentions those relatives who claimed to love her were harboring. Military generals valued loyalty and righteousness. They were not stupid, they just didn't want to use the most malicious thoughts to guess people's hearts. She didn't have much time to let Shen Xin slowly understand, so she had to use the most direct and violent means to make them see it clearly.

She picked up a piece of fire-stained wood on the ground and suddenly touched it to her arm. Xie Jingxing was stunned for a moment, Shen Miao gritted her teeth, and big drops of sweat flowed down her forehead. She threw down the crossbar, and a burn mark suddenly appeared on her white arm.

Xie Jingxing couldn't hide his shock. He had met women who were cruel to him before. Even the women among the death squads would treat him like this without a second thought. But Shen Miao wasn't a death squad. She was just a delicate little girl from a high-class family. Her life should be like those of the noble ladies in Dingjing City, just like her nickname, delicate and soft, not burning herself with fire without a frown.

He saw Shen Miao put out some more flames, then stood up and ran outside. She stumbled and seemed about to fall, but her movements were incredibly precise, and where she ran, there were no flames. Xie Jingxing squinted his eyes and saw clearly that the path was narrow, leaving a small opening in the blazing ancestral hall. It seemed that someone had prepared it long ago, dousing it with something that would not catch fire, so that they could escape smoothly.

Everything was arranged by Shen Miao. She really was gambling with her life for a future, and she won the bet. So the unlucky ones should be others.

Xie Jingxing raised his lips and smiled, glancing meaningfully at the figure that disappeared in the flames, but he rushed towards another exit, which was the back door of the ancestral hall. He was as light as a swallow, and with a punch and a kick, the extremely dangerous fire-colored cage and he were gone in the blink of an eye as if it were flat ground.

The people who were responding on the other end were already there. When they saw him come out, they all breathed a sigh of relief: "Master."

“The things are not in the ancestral hall. Chen Xin is back. Let’s go.” He said quickly, turned around and disappeared into the bushes on the hill behind the ancestral hall.

Outside, Shen Miao stumbled out.

Seeing Shen Miao's figure, Shen Qiu jumped up: "Sister!"

Chen Xin and Luo Xueyan were almost crying with joy. They had originally tried to rush in through the fire, but they had no idea that they could not get in. Now seeing Shen Miao running out by herself, they were simply overjoyed.

“Jiaojiao!”

Shen Miaofang ran out, but her legs went weak and she fainted. Shen Qiu hurriedly caught her and saw a shocking burn mark on her left arm. Shen Qiu's eyes suddenly turned red, and Shen Miao huddled in his arms, closing her eyes and muttering, "Let me out, I won't marry..."

Upon hearing this, Shen Xin and Luo Xueyan, who had rushed over, were immediately stunned.

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The west courtyard was filled with a strong medicinal aroma. The servants inside and outside seemed to be busy. In this lazy and somewhat deserted courtyard, it seemed to have suddenly gained a bit of upgrades. At this moment, the house was also bustling.

"I handed Jiaojiao over to my two sisters, thinking they would take good care of her for me. But now it seems that's not the case. If I hadn't returned today, I'm afraid Jiaojiao would have died in the fire without anyone knowing." Luo Xueyan sneered, hugging her chest. She was naturally not someone to be trifled with, and on the battlefield she was known as the "Rakshasa Woman." She was usually polite to the people of the Shen Mansion, but it was only out of consideration for their upbringing. Who knew that today, it was as if she had torn off her old mask, her anger was overwhelming, and her words were naturally merciless.