Return to Prince Chen’s Mansion.

study.

Han Feng came back, and it happened that Prince Chen had just returned from the palace. He came over to report the news:

"Master, there is one more thing I forgot to tell you. After you fell off the cliff, the fire could not be stopped. At that time, Wuji Sect took action..."

As soon as the man sat down, he paused:

"Wujimen?"

"yes."

An extremely mysterious sect in the martial arts world.

The identities of the disciples in Wuji Sect are mysterious and their abilities are unknown. It is said that some of them have unparalleled martial arts skills but are blind; some have extraordinary strategies but are lame; some are thin and short but are the best disguise masters in the world.

I heard that...

Everyone inside should not be underestimated.

Over the years, Wujimen has not been engaged in robbing or money-making business, but has appeared wherever there is injustice or need.

"Zhang Quezi from Wuji Sect came," Han Feng said, "At that time, the fire was burning fiercely. Zhang Quezi released a kite made of barbed wire into the sky, which attracted thunder and heavy rain, and only then did the fire get put out."

Otherwise, everyone on the mountain would die, and the casualties would be even more severe.

Zong Zhengchen's eyes were heavy, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

In the past, I had only heard of Wujimen’s reputation for benevolence and charity, but had never seen it in person. During this trip to Guangning Mountain to suppress bandits, I didn’t expect to receive the favor of Wujimen.

After a while, Fang said:

"That fire was very strange. Have you found out who set it?"

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fire.

What a big fire.

Countless screams, messy footsteps, sounds of fleeing, and the raging fire spread like a monstrous beast.

'Help!'

Inside the house engulfed in flames, a young boy had his legs and feet accidentally pinned by a beam, unable to move. He could only watch helplessly as his legs were eaten away by the flames, in excruciating pain.

"Help! Dad, Dad, Mom..."

"I don't want to die..."

Suddenly, the young man raised his pair of scarlet tearful eyes and looked straight at me:

"Didn't you say you would rescue me?!"

bass!

On the bed, the woman suddenly opened her eyes, sat up, and the quilt slipped to the ground. There was lingering fear in her eyes, and even her breathing became more rapid.

"Princess, why did you suddenly wake up? Did you have a nightmare?"

Yue'er hurried over, picked up the quilt to cover her, patted her on the back, and quickly ran to the table to pour a glass of water.

Qin Ye dreamed of the innocent boy who died tragically.

His innocent and shy smile, his childish voice, his mutilated body, his burnt black appearance...

His lower body was burned out...

That scene permeated deeply into her mind and lingered in her heart. In her dreams, it was as real as if she were there herself.

Her deep feeling of his helplessness, pain, and despair was felt in her heart, as if she could empathize with him.

It's her fault...

She was the one who got him into trouble...

Qin Ye wiped the thin layer of sweat from his forehead, waited until his breathing became a little more regular, then turned over and got out of bed.

"Princess?" Yue'er took out her outer robe, put it on her, and looked at her worriedly.

Qin Ye pursed his lips and said, "Prepare some hot water for me to take a bath. I'm going to Hanfeng Courtyard."

"yes."

She could never forget that boy, but things had already happened and there was no turning back. She wanted to find out the boy's identity, pay tribute to him, help his family, and do what she could.

He went straight into Hanfeng Courtyard and the servants did not dare to stop him.

Since the prince personally carried her back to the palace today, the servants' attitude towards her has subtly changed.

Approaching the study.

Qin Ye was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, but he inadvertently heard the conversation inside:

"Master, you could have wiped out the bandits, why did you deliberately jump off the cliff?"