In the dead of night, the sudden turn of events threw everyone into a panic.
Shadows rushed past one another as frantic shouts and cries echoed ceaselessly.
Ye Shixian was startled awake. She quickly threw on some clothes, but when she saw the brilliant blaze soaring into the sky outside, she froze completely.
Heedless of anything else, she immediately ran outside.
The courtyard was already in chaos.
"Bring water! Put out the fire! Put out the fire!"
Ye Shixian rushed forward, nearly tripping. With her hair in disarray, she was a wretched sight.
"How could the west wing suddenly catch fire?!" Ye Shixian's heart leaped into her throat. "Mingze is still over there! Go save him!"
Shaoyao grabbed her, terrified herself.
"Miss, y-you, please calm down! People have already gone to check! The fire is too strong over there. It's too dangerous, you shouldn't go!"
