Manager Wan nodded and asked, "Miss Chenyu, should we be on guard? I'm afraid someone is targeting us."
How do you know?
"Right now, only our Wendong Cotton Shop in the capital sells cotton quilts. I'm afraid some people are envious and will secretly plot against us."
Shen Yu nodded, then bowed to Manager Wan in gratitude, "Thank you for your concern, Manager Wan. I am deeply grateful. Once the shop is closed, I will definitely have someone keep an eye on things."
As expected.
The next morning, thick smoke billowed from a spot on a Nanjing street. The once bustling winter cotton shop was now a pile of ruins.
People stopped to watch, sighing, "What a pity, I was just saying I was coming to buy a quilt today."
"Yes, this shop is really good. Not only does it have cotton quilts, but it also has reed and willow fluff quilts that poor families like ours can afford, and the prices are lower than other shops. Someone must be jealous and burned down Wendong Cotton Shop, wasting all those cotton quilts in the shop!"
"Yes, if the heavy snow from yesterday had continued, it might have put out the fire."
"Alas! I wonder if the shopkeeper is dead or alive."
"..."
Da da da...
King Jing spurred his horse and galloped away. "Whoa..." Before the horse had even stopped, he jumped off, slipped and fell to the ground, then hurriedly got up and ran towards the ruins, rummaging through the rubble.
That day, when Chen Yu left the nunnery, he secretly followed her and saw her return to the Wendong Cotton Shop.
At this moment, the warm winter cotton cloth was reduced to ashes, and it's likely that Chen Yu was also burned to death.
"Ah... my shop!"
Manager Wan watched as the Wen Dong cotton shop turned into ruins, then knelt down on the ground and wept bitterly.
After the shop closed last night, he reminded Chen Yu again to send someone to keep watch, so how come it still caught fire?
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