The system forced me to blow up the female lead's fishpond.

"Fire! Fire! Help!"

With this sharp shout, the Jingji Tuwang Mansion immediately erupted in chaos.

Flames shot up into the sky and thick smoke billowed.

The flames, like ferocious beasts, spread outwards with bared fangs and claws, the scorching tongues of fire licking the night, and thick smoke billowing in the air, making it impossible to breathe.

Everyone in the Prince Tu's mansion was terrified by the sudden fire and ran around fetching water to put it out, creating complete chaos.

Not far away, outside the woods, a man in a black robe stood on a treetop with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering wildly in the wind.

The man calmly observed the figures of people running around in panic, spreading the news, and a playful smile involuntarily crossed his lips.

A figure in red robes and black robes flashed out from the shadows, respectfully clasping his hands in greeting: "Second Prince, according to my understanding, the Third Prince's bedchamber contains many rare treasures. Today's fire must be causing him immense heartache."

Chu Chouchi smiled and did not turn around, but praised without reservation: "Xue Liao, well done."

I was genuinely curious.

What expression would the third brother have when he learns that all his precious treasures have been burned?

A cold glint flashed in Chu Chouchi's eyes as he glanced at the Tuwang Mansion, which was engulfed in flames in the distance. With a few leaps, he left Xue Liao far behind.

Seeing that he had nothing to do, Xue Liao lazily leaned against the tree, took out a meat bun from his pocket, took a bite, and muttered to himself as he ate:

"The meat buns at the Red King's Mansion are quite delicious. In a few days, I'll trick that cook into going to the Seven Stars Society."

……

Shen Zhizhi was in a great hurry, rushing straight to the Tu Prince's Mansion without stopping.

Upon arriving at the Tuwang Mansion, they saw Chu Tu staring at the wooden door, which was now barely recognizable due to the flames, and frantically trying to rush inside.

Fearing he would rush into the fire, Chief Feng refused to let go, clinging to him tightly, his expression one of extreme sorrow.

"Third Prince, if Consort Ping knew in the afterlife that you risked your life for her belongings, how could you let her rest in peace?"

Chu Tu's face was pale, and his voice trembled with immense grief. "Release me! Those are my mother's keepsakes. If I can't even protect these, what use am I to be alive?"

"Even if Your Highness wishes to tear me apart with five horses, I will not allow you to enter today!"

As the Wind Chief spoke, his arms wrapped tightly around him like chains, preventing him from moving an inch.

"Let go of me!"

The shout startled the Wind Chief, but even so, his hands showed no sign of loosening their grip.

Consort Ping had been kind to him. If she hadn't saved him from being beaten to death after offending a eunuch in the palace and sent him to the Third Prince's side to become his guard, he would probably have died long ago.

Before her death, Consort Ping instructed that she must protect the Third Prince well, stay by his side, and never let him be sad, so that he may be happy forever.

Therefore, even if the Third Prince were to demand an explanation and condemnation today, he would never allow the Third Prince to suffer the slightest harm.

Thinking of this, Chief Feng's attitude became even more resolute, his eyes filled with determination. "If Your Highness wishes to punish me, I will have no complaints, but I will never let Your Highness take any risks."

The mansion was in complete disarray. Shen Zhizhi stood there, her teeth chattering and her whole body trembling as she thought about what was about to happen.

"So, if Chu Tu rushes into the palace now to retrieve the relics, he will die?"

Shen Zhizhi took a deep breath, finally managing to squeeze out these words.

The text describes many of the relics left by Consort Ping, including a pure gold hairpin.

It is said to be a family heirloom. Although it is just a pure gold hairpin, it is a family treasure with profound significance. Before her death, Consort Ping asked him to give it to the girl he admired.

Later, when Chu Tu fell in love, he gave it to Shen Qinshou as a token of their love. As you can imagine, the hairpin was eventually pawned by Shen Qinshou and given to Zhang Jiali to recruit soldiers.

【Yes, so the host must stop Chu Tu from entering the fire.】 Ya Dan looked at Shen Zhizhi's increasingly distorted face on the virtual screen and shrugged.

"Damn it! The reason they stopped him from going into the fire was just to let me go in and take that pure gold hairpin out of the house, wasn't it?"

Shen Zhizhi roared in anger, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down her forehead.

[Host answered correctly! 100 points!]

Fuck your grandpa!

"He'll die! But won't I die too?!"

Shen Zhizhi was so angry that she wanted to reach into her own brain, pull Yadan out of her consciousness, and throw her into the sea of ​​fire to roast her brain.

That's a sea of ​​fire! If you rush in, you could easily be burned alive!

Ya Dan spoke in a deep, seductive tone:

[Host, you must understand that if the villain doesn't survive to the end, this novel cannot proceed according to the original plot. It will then be deemed a defective product by the Heavenly Dao, and the entire plane will collapse.]

"So, I'm just not going to back in, am I?"

Ya Dan nodded, seemingly lost in thought, and said, "Anyway, whether Chu Tu goes in or you go in, the survival rate is fifty percent. It just depends on whether you're willing to entrust your life to someone else."

Shen Zhizhi stared at the increasingly fierce fire, swallowed hard, and took a step back. "Cough, I think since the survival rate is fifty percent anyway, then—"

[The way the Wind Leader is pulling and dragging him suggests he's not going to let go. The fire is getting stronger and stronger; if we go in any later, it will probably be even more difficult.]

Hearing Ya Dan's suggestive words, Shen Zhizhi cursed inwardly.

You deserve to be cut into pieces!

These villains have so many storylines every day, can't they just give her a break? Why does she have to live such a dramatic life?

If you're so bored and have nothing better to do, you might as well be reincarnated as a bell-ringer at Notre Dame Cathedral in your next life!

Shen Zhizhi stared at the towering flames engulfing the palace, gritted her teeth, and stepped forward.

She grabbed the wooden bucket from the servant and poured all the water inside over herself.

"Chief Wind, release me, or I will kill you."

Chu Tu tried everything he could to break free but couldn't. He was furious and reached for the soft bone powder in his sleeve.

The next second, a petite figure suddenly darted out from the side, carrying water droplets rolling off her clothes, and headed straight for the Fire Palace.

As he passed by Chu Tu, he didn't forget to say something:

"Third Prince! Don't come in! I'll find your belongings for you!"

After saying that, he left in a hurry, so fast that no one could stop him.

After the figure completely disappeared into the flames, Chief Feng, who was stunned in place, belatedly realized what had happened.

The one who rushed in just now was none other than the third young lady of the Shen family.

As the resistance around his waist eased, Chu Tu stared at the delicate figure that had long since disappeared into the fire, and staggered forward in shock.

"Your Highness, it's Miss Shen. Miss Shen has gone inside."

The Wind Chief opened his eyes in astonishment, and after a long pause, he stammered out a complete sentence.

Then, turning around in a panic, she called out to the guards running around her, "Quickly, put out the fire! Hurry!"