She responded, "Okay, Miss Wen Zhu is truly a kind person. If Lady Wang Xiuniang realized what you have done for us, I believe she would be greatly comforted in her grave."
After dealing with the urgent matters at hand, Wen Zhu took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, and looked at the bright and peaceful moon in the sky.
She knew that this night was not as peaceful as the moonlight.
Oil-soaked torches were thrown at the third floor, causing a huge fire.
The driving force behind all this is most likely Dujuan, who had been waiting outside last night.
Obviously, she had known that Wen Zhu would rest there.
The situation in the backyard was not much better. A warehouse storing a large amount of cloth also suffered the same fate of being burned down.
Fortunately, the houses there were all bungalows and there was enough space around for evacuation, allowing people to escape from this sudden disaster in time.
Considering this layout and the relatively ideal fire control, it is speculated that Dujuan's purpose in setting the fire was probably not just to destroy property, but to try to hinder other people's rescue efforts by causing panic on a larger scale.
Although the fire was brought under control quickly and effectively, and the source of the fire was effectively suppressed after the use of a large number of fire pumps and traditional fire-fighting tools - water hoses, losses were still inevitable: part of the roof of the third floor collapsed in the raging flames, and the surrounding walls were also smoked black.
Just as Wen Zhu was standing there in deep thought, Fu Yu quietly approached her and patted her shoulder gently. "Rest for a while. You look very tired. You need a doctor to check if you are injured."
The tone was gentle and caring.
Hearing this, Wen Zhu nodded slightly in agreement and walked towards a flat and clean stone pier not far away. Just as he was about to sit down -
Jian Ji rushed over breathlessly, reporting anxiously, "Master, Master, something bad has happened! I just got the news that Du Juan...she's actually dead!"
Upon hearing this, not only Wen Zhu was stunned, but even the usually calm Fu Yu showed a surprised expression, "What did you say? She's dead?"
The two asked the question almost in unison.
"That's true," Jian Ji said, gesturing. "Just now, when the officer was questioning her about the mastermind behind the incident, who would have thought she would suddenly charge towards the blade? The sharp tip of the sword pierced through his neck, causing her to lose her vital signs instantly."
After learning this shocking news, Wen Zhu immediately forgot his physical discomfort and staggered quickly towards where Dujuan was.
As it was dark at night, in order to provide enough light for walking on the road ahead, Jian Ji quickly picked up a lantern from his side, held it tightly and raised it high.
Soon they arrived at the scene and saw Dujuan lying face down on the ground, his face soaked in a large pool of blood. He looked like a bird with broken wings lying on the ground, full of desolation and helplessness.
Faced with this situation, Wen Zhu's resentment and anger almost reached a peak. She kicked Du Juan's body hard. With a dull sound, the body turned sideways, and there was indeed an obvious penetrating wound on the neck of the deceased.
The strong visual impact made the already weak Wen Zhu feel dizzy...
Seeing something was wrong, Fu Yu immediately stretched out his arm to block her view and said gently but firmly, "Don't look at it anymore. The scene is too cruel."
At the same time, he used his broad body to protect Wen Zhu.
Leaning in his strong and warm embrace, Wen Zhu gradually calmed down and asked quietly, "Then how did you first know about the fire in Yaotaiyue?"
"Qingti told me."
He answered simply.
"How did she know that?"
Wen Zhu said with a puzzled look on his face, his eyes revealing disbelief.
"I didn't have time to ask in detail. I rushed here as soon as I heard the news. On the way, I notified two fire departments to come and put out the fire."
Fu Yu said this in a firm tone, with some sweat on his face, obviously he had rushed here all the way.
Fortunately, he arrived in time with firefighters.
There are hundreds of fire stations scattered across the capital, each equipped with more than a dozen personnel specializing in firefighting. They are well-trained and always ready to deal with all kinds of sudden fires.
When the people of Yaotaiyue went to seek help from these firefighters, they found that they were busy extinguishing fires elsewhere.
By the time they finally arrived, the fire had been largely under control and was about to be put out.
If Fu Yu had not brought rescue workers to the scene in time, the fire would have made everyone's efforts go to waste and might even have caused greater losses.
Could it be that Qingti contacted Fu Yu in advance?
This question is like a thorn in everyone's heart.
This matter is very likely related to Zhao Manxiang, and perhaps she had done it in advance.
What exactly happened? At that critical moment, Fu Yu went out without even combing his hair, and had no time to ask Qingti for more details about the incident.
At this moment, Wen Zhu couldn't help but start to worry about Qingti's safety.
If the scheming Zhao Manxiang knew that Qingti knew about this in advance and sought help from others, then it is foreseeable that Qingti's life would be difficult in the future and her safety might also be threatened.
"I have to go back home."
After saying this, Wen Zhu resolutely raised his head and decided to go back and check it out himself.
"But you should go to the hospital to check your injuries first..." the person next to him advised worriedly.
"Let's talk about it after we get back."
Wen Zhu answered firmly.
All the medical staff here are already very busy, there is no need to add extra burden to them because of me.
"All right."
Seeing that the other party was so persistent, Fu Yu could only agree to his request.
He then called a carriage and personally helped the woman, who was still injured but still acting very stubborn, into the carriage.
As soon as he entered the gate of Qingshan Courtyard, before he even got out of the car and steady his footing, Wen Zhu asked his loyal and reliable maid Hongyu to quietly ask the old lady on night duty about what was going on at home.
The information obtained indicates that, at least for now, no other changes have occurred at home and everything is still under control.
She had just breathed a sigh of relief, but before she could completely relax, she immediately saw Fu Yu frowning.
The frown on his face was like two tightly clenched locks, showing his worry and alertness.
There were only a few drops of bright red blood on the ground, scattered on the bluestone slabs like petals. The color was particularly conspicuous in the dimness, and people couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding.
Without waiting for Wen Zhu to react, he quickly walked to her feet and squatted down.
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