If anything happened to Prince Ding, she would not be able to survive.

The guests noticed something was wrong and rushed to the kitchen:

"There's a big fire, go check it out!"

"I heard that His Royal Highness Prince Ding was trapped in a fire, and I'm afraid someone might die!"

"quick!"

Qin Ye got anxious and his lower abdomen twitched, "hiss——"

"Princess, are you okay?"

"Ye!" Zong Zhengchen rushed over quickly through the crowded crowd, grabbed Qin Ye's hands, and helped her sit down carefully.

"Stay here and don't run around. Nothing will happen to you, I'm here!"

He said quickly, "Hanfeng, go evacuate the guests, lead people to put out the fire, and tell them not to gather in groups to prevent secondary accidental injuries!"

"Yes!" Han Feng took the order and did it immediately.

"Han Ying!"

Han Ying also rushed over.

"You stay here and guard the princess every step of the way. There must not be any mistakes!" Zong Zhengchen gave the order in a deep voice and immediately went to deal with the sudden fire.

The fire was a minor accident, but if someone died, it would be a mess. What's more, Prince Ding was trapped in the fire, so he had to deal with it personally.

A huge fire broke out, thick smoke billowed, the guests were in chaos, and the servants were running back and forth carrying buckets of water.

Some were shouting, some were giving orders, some were joining in the fun, and the place was in chaos.

Amidst the chaos, a maid lowered her head and quietly approached Qin Ye who was sitting on the throne...

Han Ying was guarding Qin Ye.

She stood aside holding a sword, looking at Qin Ye's delicate appearance. He was just on fire and a little frightened, but his face turned so pale. She wondered how timid and cowardly the child born in the future would be.

Asking her to protect Qin Ye would be a bit of a waste of her talent.

"ah!"

Over there, an old lady was pushed by the crowd, fell to the ground and hit her head.

Han Ying frowned. This old lady was a first-rank imperial lady of the court. She had a high reputation and was highly respected. It would be difficult to explain if anything happened to her.

"Princess, please sit here and don't run around. I'll be back soon." Han Ying walked towards the old lady.

There was a huge fire in the kitchen.

Water was pouring and thick black smoke was billowing. As everyone was worried and anxious, Prince Chen came out from the thick smoke, supporting the unconscious Prince Ding.

"Fourth Master!"

Princess Ding's screams had broken into pieces. She rushed forward and supported the unconscious Prince Ding.

"Fourth Master, are you okay, Fourth Master? Fourth Master!"

"He just fainted. Don't worry." Prince Chen's brocade robe was burnt black and torn, his black hair was messy, and his cheeks were stained with black ash. He looked desolate and cold.

When the guests saw this, they breathed a sigh of relief.

I hope no one was killed.

With the full efforts of the servants and guards, the fire was finally put out after just a quarter of an hour. The kitchen was burned down to an empty frame, but fortunately there were no casualties.

The chef knelt on the ground in panic, trembling with fear:

"Your Majesty, please spare my life... When I was cooking, I saw that the fire was too big and was worried that the food would burn, so I quickly picked up two pieces of firewood. Unexpectedly, the firewood ignited the firewood pile next to it..."

The fire got out of control.

"I was negligent. I am guilty. I didn't mean it. Please spare my life, Your Majesty!"

He was so scared that he kowtowed and begged for mercy.

Under normal circumstances, Zong Zhengchen would have executed the man, but today was the banquet for his unborn child, and it would be unlucky if blood was stained.

After putting out the fire, the rest of the work was left to Han Feng to finish. Zong Zhengchen returned to the front hall, but found the seat of honor empty.

Where are the people?

Qin Ye?

Looking around, there was no one.

"Where's the princess?"