The palace was in complete chaos as people scattered and fled for their lives. Some even took advantage of the chaos to loot the palace, seemingly unafraid of being burned.
Qiu Xiang was still asleep. In her dream, her brows were still furrowed, and she seemed lost in thought.
Linghu Lan sighed silently.
He drew a few lines of fire-avoidance talismans by hand, stuck them on himself and Qiu Xiang, and then carried Qiu Xiang out the door.
The fire rushed over, but when it reached Linghu Lan and Qiu Xiang, it seemed to encounter some kind of barrier and went around them.
With too many obstacles on the ground, Linghu Lan scattered a few talismans in the air and strolled leisurely towards the outside of the palace, as if taking a leisurely walk.
The people on the ground who witnessed this scene all widened their eyes in surprise.
Is she a ghost?
Or a deity?
Master Wang and Tu San Niang ran out of the fire, covered in soot. Tu San Niang cried out, "My silver notes!"
The fire started so suddenly that she was only focused on escaping for her own life. She grabbed some jewelry, gold and silver treasures, but the box containing the banknotes fell into the fire. She asked Master Wang to retrieve it, but Master Wang, fearing for his life, ran away even faster than she did.
Upon seeing Linghu Lan, the two cried out, "Grandma, Grandma, save us!"
Linghu Lan looked down at the two of them.
When people become shameless, they have no bottom line, because the bottom line is constantly being refreshed.
She glanced at the two men indifferently. Because of the good deeds of Master Wang's ancestors, she would neither kill them nor save them. After the house burned down, the Wang family's fortunes would probably come to an end.
The Wang family was destined for decline after that, and there were many people waiting to deal with them.
Without financial support, let's see if these two can make a comeback.
Linghu Lan continued walking outside, stopping only when she reached the outside of the Prince's Mansion.
Qiu Xiang had woken up and blushed shyly in Linghu Lan's arms.
Looking at Qiu Xiang's rosy cheeks, Linghu Lan suddenly remembered Gu Yan Yan, the girl who liked to embroider bibs for her. A pang of pity rose in her heart, but fearing that she might be entangled in romantic entanglements again, she quickly put Qiu Xiang down and moved a little further away. She coughed and explained, "You weren't awake just now."
Qiu Xiang lowered her head, looking somewhat embarrassed. She looked at the palace burning in the fire, too shocked to care about her own emotions.
She remembered what Linghu Lan had told her that day: a great fire would surely break out in the Prince's mansion within three days, and now it had indeed come true.
My great-aunt was truly a goddess.
She had said this to many people, but unfortunately few believed her. They all said that she had spent too much time with ghosts and had become superstitious, and now retribution had come.
"You don't want to save them?"
Qiu Xiang recalled the servant who had submerged her head in water yesterday and shook her head firmly. "I told them there would be a fire. If they believed me, they should have already fled to the southwest, as you mentioned. If they didn't believe me, there's nothing I can do."
Linghu Lan nodded and said, "I'm leaving here. What about you? Where are you going?"
“This servant will naturally follow my aunt. Wherever my aunt goes, this servant will go.”
Qiu Xiang blushed and had just finished speaking when she suddenly took three steps back in terror and cried out, "No, I want to go home! I won't go with you!"
After speaking, she turned her face away, not daring to look at Linghu Lan again.
A strange feeling welled up in Linghu Lan's heart.
She walked a few steps to Qiu Xiang's side, grabbed her chin with her hand, forced her to face her, looked into her slightly frightened eyes, and asked, word by word, "What did you say?"
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