Despite their complaints, they still had to obey the princess's orders.
The group quickly circled around, carrying several large bundles of clothes, which they piled together into a small mountain.
"Your Highness, it's ready," Wuhen whispered to Ji Fengyao.
Ji Fengyao smiled, her bright eyes curving like a crescent moon. With a flick of her small hand, she took out two copper basins, giving one to the magpie. She then cut two thick branches from a nearby tree and gave one to the magpie as well.
Shang Xiye's eyes widened slightly: This naughty little thing, is it going to go this far?
The three bodyguards: "???"
What is the princess planning?
"Set the clothes on fire," Ji Fengyao said to the stunned Wuhen.
She hadn't finished speaking.
Shang Xiye stretched out his long hand and handed a beautifully crafted tinderbox to Wuhen.
Wuhen: "..."
Nene took the tinder and tore off a corner of her clothes.
The magpie slashed out with its palm, growling, "Miss told you to light that pile of clothes, why are you tearing your own clothes!"
Wu Shang and Wu Zhong recovered and pursed their lips, trying not to laugh.
Wuhen's face flushed, and he pursed his lips in resentment: It's all because of those two unscrupulous masters who don't play by the rules; his mind is completely tangled up.
The fabric is dry and will catch fire when exposed to heat.
As the bright flames shot up, Ji Fengyao and Xique grabbed the copper basin and banged on it, shouting at the top of their lungs, "Help! There's a fire!"
The three guards watched with great interest: in the past, when they did these clandestine things, they wished they could even muffle their own heartbeats.
That's great, the princess and the sparrow girl started calling out to customers.
Shang Xiye gave them a cold glare: "You're letting two women scream their lungs out here, aren't you going to help them?!"
The three secret guards: "..."
Shang Dongyang had only recently returned to the Eastern Palace.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of gongs and drums coming from the direction he was most nervous about. The outside suddenly became noisy and bustling, and his heart jumped.
He abandoned the beauty who had just entered the mansion.
Shang Dongyang slipped off the bed, put on a thick cloak of raccoon fur, and came out, pulling at the guard at the door and asking, "What happened?"
The two guards at the gate only heard a part of it and were still confused: "It seems like there's a fire over there?"
Shang Dongyang looked up towards the noisiest area and saw faint flames flickering there. The light was brighter than elsewhere, but there was not much smoke.
Judging from the size of the fire, it shouldn't be too big.
Shang Dongyang's heart remained heavy, after all, that direction was too sensitive.
At this moment.
The beautiful woman in the room obediently brought Shang Dongyang's clothes over: "Your Highness, please put on your clothes, lest you catch a cold."
Shang Dongyang pinched her delicate face tenderly, then absentmindedly let her help him get dressed.
Finally, I sat down and waited for news from outside.
The hot tea had just been brewed, and Shang Dongyang picked it up but hadn't even started drinking it yet.
He heard a series of hurried footsteps outside, as if they were stepping on his heart, quickly approaching from afar.
A guard knelt before him in alarm, his voice trembling with fear: "Your Highness, all the guards there have been drugged, stripped of their clothes, and the thieves have burned them!"
"Have you caught anyone?" Shang Dongyang jumped up in alarm.
What he really wanted to ask was where the thief had gone and whether he had entered that place.
But with this new beauty present, he couldn't ask so directly.
"They went outside the mansion, leaving only two dented copper basins at the scene," the guard said, his face full of unspeakable sorrow.
This is truly something I've never seen before.
He had seen night raids before, but never one like this.
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