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Passing through the door leading from the kitchen to the outside, the smoke became even thicker.

"Miss, cover yourself up."

“I’m wearing a mask, and Banxia is wearing one too.”

Although the kitchen wasn't the source of the fire, the south wind was blowing tonight, and the smoke drifted over there. Flames were also leaping from the rooftop not far away, as bright as day.

Zhu Luo shook her head. Xiao Mingyan had gone a bit too far; he might have set the Shen family's oil depot on fire.

"Banxia, ​​this is..." A middle-aged man wearing a coarse cloth hat came forward to greet her.

"Yes, Uncle Xing, this is the young lady. Miss, this is the family's head chef, do you remember him?"

Zhu Luo didn't give a confirmation, but instead took off her mask and smiled politely.

"Young Miss is back!" Old Xing greeted her with a smile. "Oh my, oh my, six years have passed, and Young Miss really hasn't changed a bit!"

Zhu Luo breathed a slight sigh of relief and laughed, "Uncle Xing, I'm almost embarrassed by your praise. I can't compare to when I was a child."

It seems that Shen Zhuluo has a good relationship with the head chef; her smile is genuine.

"Yes, yes, it's my fault for being so blind. Miss has grown taller and is even more beautiful than before. Are you so late? Have you eaten yet?"

"I've eaten, Uncle Xing, don't worry. What's going on at home?" She pointed to the sky.

"Yes, unfortunately the house is on fire and everyone is busy. Please forgive my rudeness and lack of care."

"It's nothing," Zhu Luo shook his head. "Uncle Xing, how did the fire suddenly start? Is everything alright at home?"

"Tsk tsk, who knows? I heard someone saw lightning and thunder, and then the warehouse caught fire. I don't know if it's a good omen or a disaster. Oh dear, look at this old servant's mouth. Miss, just pretend you didn't hear it."

Zhu Luo nodded.

When Xiao Mingyan mentioned that no one in the Shen family dared to touch her, was he also following this line of thinking?

"Madam, how is the old lady? I would like to go and say hello, but I'm afraid it's getting late."

“It’s getting late, but…” He glanced at the sky above, lost in thought, “Miss, you shouldn’t go. The front yard is in a mess.”

"Disorder? The front yard is on fire too?"

That's where the masters of the house live.

"No, the old lady was frightened, and this old servant is brewing medicine. Also, there's the second young lady's place; she said..."

He suddenly leaned closer, looked around, and only said when he saw that no one was paying attention to them, "They said that the second young lady suffered some shock and had a seizure. She's waiting for the doctor to come."

Zhu Luo was quite surprised: "Burning down a warehouse could startle her? And make her faint?"

Banxia explained, "It's all because of the things the Empress bestowed upon you. Those were meant for you, Miss, and they didn't belong to her in the first place. Did you think they would burn those too? It's those things that are making her nervous."

Old Xing shook his head: "Burn it. No matter how precious it is, it's nothing once it's burned to ashes."

On the way to the old lady's courtyard, Banxia kept lamenting, "So many bolts of fabric, gone just like that. Although the second young lady didn't get them, I still feel so sorry for her."

Zhu Luo comforted him, "It's no pity. I can just buy what I want myself. This gift is a token of goodwill. It's good that it's burned. I'm happy to be at ease."

Jing'anzhai was the residence of Madam Wu, the late Mrs. Shen.

Before I even entered the courtyard, I was stopped.

Banxia stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "This is a young lady from the border town, here to pay her respects to the old lady. I wonder if the old lady is asleep yet?"

The gatekeeper glanced at them and said, "The old lady has already retired for the night! Please come again tomorrow to pay your respects."

As they were talking, a servant entered the courtyard carrying a food box.

Zhu Luo smelled a strong medicinal odor.

She took Banxia's hand and left.

"Anyway, I've done my part in terms of etiquette. I'm very tired today, and I wasn't really prepared for the meeting."

Banxia nodded: "And what about Madam?"

"No, I'm not going. My dad isn't home, and she'll have to worry about her daughter. Wouldn't it be awkward for me to go and join in the fun? I'm going back inside."

Nana finally called.

As expected, the problem was with the mutton sold by Lin Datou.

The meat received by the customer was different from what Bai Jiaojiao sold during the live stream. After investigation, it was discovered that the meat bought at a high price was actually synthetic and not the original cut promised in the live stream.

The quality supervision bureau came to the door, and a check of the accounts revealed the problem: the company had been selling substandard products, including unregistered and counterfeit products from small workshops.

It took Nana a long time to explain that the mutton had nothing to do with Luo Luo's studio.

Just now, when the police found Lin Datou, he was putting out a fire in the warehouse.

They say it's due to aging circuitry, but who would believe that?

As a result, he burned all the remaining mutton, and even though he thought he could die to prove it, he was eventually taken away.

Zhu Luo glanced at the sky filled with thick smoke, and a cold sweat inexplicably broke out on his back.

Is there a fire over there too?

"And Bai Jiaojiao, guess where she went after being missing for so long? Turns out she was in the hospital. They said she was in a car accident and is still unconscious. We only found out when her family came to the company to pick up some things."

No wonder she hasn't heard from this old rival anymore.

Zhu Luo wrapped her clothes tighter and followed Banxia nervously into her courtyard, or rather, an empty house.

There was no yard; there was only a small area a few meters from the house surrounded by low shrubs, which she could easily jump into.

"Wait, something's missing from the room. The table, chairs, bed—where did they all go?"

Banxia opened the wardrobe door in horror; it was completely empty, without even a piece of cloth.

"Where's the mattress? And where are Miss's clothes? They're all gone!"

Zhu Luo found an empty box and sat down: "Stop looking, Banxia, ​​isn't it obvious? This is a show of force for me."

"No, Miss, those were carefully prepared for you by this servant. How could they do that? This servant will go find them..."

Zhu Luo stopped them: "Take it or leave it. Do you think I want it? I brought an air mattress. We can manage tonight, and I'll go to the shop tomorrow and get a new one for the house."

Banxia muttered unwillingly, "Madam Qi has taken over all of Madam's shops."

“I didn’t say my mother’s, I said my own shop. Okay, stop looking so sad, let’s get settled soon, we have a tough battle to fight tomorrow.”

The shop owned by Madam Su, Shen Zhuluo's mother.

Zhu Luo rubbed his forehead.

I never expected to encounter such a cliché joke myself.

Banxia watched as if watching a magic trick, seeing the thin layer of stiff cloth suddenly transform into a bulging bed.

"It can be put away when you're not sleeping."

She wanted to bring a Simmons mattress directly, but was worried that the young girl would ask too many questions, so she decided to make do for one night and renovate the dilapidated house properly the next day.

When they lay together, neither of them could sleep, so they decided to start a conversation and had a late-night chat.

After a few words, Banxia mentioned Xiao Mingyan.

"Miss, don't you think the prince is acting a bit strange?"

"Has Banxia figured something out too?"

"This servant dares not speak, but I feel that the prince is very secretive. He even knows when you, Miss, arrived home and were blocked outside your door. It's like he's a god who can know what we're doing at any time. Miss, you'd better be careful in the future."

"Haha, he would like to. That's because he lives right next door; he could figure it out just by sticking his head out."

"Aren't you afraid, Miss? Those fiery wheels almost scared me to death."

Zhu Luo laughed heartily: "You're afraid of that? Well, you'd better be prepared. He might come up with something even more outrageous next time."

Banxia rolled over, propped her chin up, and looked at her: "Miss, you seem... quite pleased with the prince being like this."