The powerful princess arrives with a space warehouse

The young man following behind the young man in white couldn't keep calm when he saw the fire all over the sky. He knelt down at the edge of the fire like a madman and shouted "Ofurong, Ofurong!"

Seeing the two young masters, some guards put down their buckets and ran over, saluting with trembling legs, "Young Master, Young Master."

The man called Young Master stood up, his eyes became fanatical, as if he was possessed by a demon, and he completely lost his mind. He slapped a guard in front of him and said, "Tell me, why is there such a big rage?"

"Young master, young master, please spare me, please spare me! This is... this is... the lantern was blown to the ground by the wind and caught fire, burning the opium." The beaten guard said tremblingly.

The man called Young Master is Pan Hu, the adopted son of Lai Gong. The elegant young man in white is actually Mi Zhetu, Lai Gong's eldest disciple. Mi Zhetu is very talented and is the only one among Lai Gong's disciples who has received Lai Gong's true teachings of medicine, poison and martial arts. He is the second son of the Mi family, a great family in the Southern Chu State.

"The lantern is on fire? Are you kidding me?" Pan Hu drew out the sword of his personal guard and killed the guard who had just spoken with one sword.

The other guards were terrified and hung their heads. No one dared to speak and they all avoided his angry gaze.

Seeing that they were silent, Pan Hu became even more furious. His eyes widened, and he stabbed a nearby guard to death with his sword.

All the guards knelt on the ground and said, "Master, spare me! Master, spare me!"

The raging fire was still burning, and many people were still carrying buckets of water and pouring them on the burning opium, but it was just a drop in the bucket. The fire was still burning wildly, and at this time the opium planted in the manor and the warehouse had turned into a sea of ​​fire.

“Tell me, who did this?!” Pan Hu roared, his voice echoing throughout the village.

None of the guards kneeling on the ground dared to answer.

At this time, Mizhetuo, who was usually calm and never panicked, was stunned as he watched the entire manor engulfed in flames and billowing black smoke.

This farm and Wanchun Garden are his hard work! His master asked him to start preparing it last year. Over the past year, he has worked hard to cultivate opium here. Now Wanchun Garden has been open for more than a month. This is his lifeline.

Wanchun Garden had only been open for more than a month, and the profits brought to them by opium were considerable. His master told him that through opium, they could hold great power and control most of the people in the four countries, including the royal family, and finally they could unify the four countries. But now, everything was destroyed. It all turned to ashes. He stood there in a daze, staring blankly at the fire.

Without the opium that he had carefully cultivated for so many months, their plans would be in vain.

He suddenly flew into a rage, drew out his sword and chopped at the burning opium. "Who is it, who is it, who set the fire, is it God?"

Seeing Mizhetuo like this, none of the guards dared to speak.

At this time, the manor steward hurried over and stepped forward tremblingly to hold Mi Zhetu and said, "Sir, sir, calm down."

Mizhetuo turned around and looked at the butler who had been following him. He slowly put down the hand holding the sword. After venting for a while, he quickly adjusted his mentality and calmed down.

"Butler, what's going on with this fire?"

"Master, sir, this fire was indeed caused by a lantern that was blown away by the wind and caught fire."

"Nonsense!" Pan Hu roared, staring at the housekeeper with wide eyes.

The butler standing next to him didn't dare to speak. His originally confident answer now seemed worthless under the young master's anger.

"Do you think this young master will believe such bullshit as yours?!" Pan Hu shouted angrily, pointing his sword at the butler, as if the butler would be killed with one sword if he said another word.

The other guards saw this and looked terrified.

Just as Pan Hu was about to strike with his sword, Mizhetuo seemed to have calmed down a lot. He pressed down Pan Hu's hand holding the sword.

"Young master, calm down." Mi Zhetu's words at this time were calm, but with a hint of majesty.

"Brother, brother, this is opium! If my godfather gets wind of it...gets wind of it...what do you think we should do? What should we do?" Pan Hu weakly put down the sword in his hand. With a "thump", the sword fell to the ground.

Mi Zhetu was indeed the disciple chosen by Lai Gong. He adjusted himself and arranged everything immediately.

He waved his hand, and several men in black flew out from the darkness.

"Young Master, Young Master!"

"What on earth is going on with this fire?"

"Sir, I saw that the fire was indeed caused by the lantern at the door of the warehouse. It was late at night and everyone might not have noticed that the lantern was blown to the ground by the wind. We only discovered it when the lantern caught fire and burned the opium next to it." said the leader of the secret guards.

"Did you notice anything unusual last night?"

"Master, we didn't notice anything unusual at night, and we didn't notice anyone entering the manor, but I found something wrong. For some unknown reason, the fire was extremely fierce after it burned the opium, and water couldn't put it out. The most important thing is that the fire is getting bigger and bigger."

Mi Zhetu pondered over what the secret guard said. He didn't know what would happen if opium met fire. Could it be that opium burned so fiercely? Even water couldn't put it out?

When Pan Hu heard this, he turned to Mi Zhetu and asked, "Big Brother, is this how opium burns?"

"I really don't know. Let's go ask the master later."

……

Noon the next day.

Ouyang Yunyao was busy instructing several maids in Yunqing Courtyard to practice aiming when a maidservant beside Chu Chenlan brought an invitation.

"Greetings, Princess Jing," the palace maid saluted.

"What's up with you?"

"Princess Jing, this is the invitation that the Third Princess asked me to give you." The palace maid handed over the invitation.

"Well, the Third Princess's banquet?"

"Princess Jing, the third princess is going to marry far away to the Southern Chu Kingdom. The third princess said that she doesn't know when she will be able to see her brothers, sisters-in-law, brothers and sisters again. Tomorrow she will invite all the brothers, sisters-in-law and some sisters to a banquet at Wanchun Garden. I hope Princess Jing will do me the honor tomorrow."

Wanchun Garden? What a coincidence! This is a good opportunity. Go! Definitely go!

"Okay, then tell your third princess that I will definitely go." Ouyang Yunyao said with a smile.

"Thank you, Princess Jing. I'll take my leave."

……

After the maid who delivered the invitation left, Ouyang Yunyao frowned. What was going on? Could it be that Chu Chenyu was the man behind Wanchun Garden? Was he telling everyone that the raging fire in the manor outside the city yesterday had nothing to do with Wanchun Garden? Or was he saying that the burning of the manor would not affect Wanchun Garden? That was not right! The owner of Wanchun Garden would not know that someone had set the fire in the manor, right?

But what was Chu Chenlan's purpose in holding this banquet in Wanchun Garden? Was it Prince Yu's intention to get the royal family addicted to drugs as soon as possible?

It looks like Wanchun Garden will be a tough battle tomorrow!

Ouyang Yunyao was in deep thought when Chu Chenjing returned to the palace. Seeing her holding an invitation card and frowning, he couldn't help but ask, "Yaoyao, what's wrong with you?"