The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

The raging fire, like a ferocious dragon with its fangs bared, was frantically devouring the front yard.

Thick smoke billowed into the sky, obscuring the sun, and the pungent smell of burning filled the air.

Mei brandished her sharp blade, each strike carrying a fierce momentum, desperately protecting Song Wenjun and Yan Yan amidst the flying sparks, fighting and retreating simultaneously.

Two hours passed, and their strength gradually gave out, their steps became heavier and heavier, and they eventually retreated to the back gate.

Before them stretched a raging sea of ​​fire.

The scorching heat hit you in the face, making your skin sting.

Behind him, more than a hundred people from the Chu Prince's Mansion were huddled together, their cries and shouts mingling in a chaotic mess.

Song Wenjun's hair was disheveled, and her eyes were filled with anxiety and despair.

If they were to step out of the palace, they would be disobeying the imperial decree; but if they stayed here, everyone would be burned alive by this merciless fire.

"Your Highness, what should we do?" The servants, their faces blackened by smoke, knelt before Song Wenjun, their voices trembling with sobs: "Your Highness, please save us, we don't want to die."

The cries were deafening; Song Wenjun's heart was breaking.

That's the lives of over a hundred people.

Song Wenjun looked around, trying to find a glimmer of hope.

Just when everyone was in dire straits, Song Wenjun suddenly caught sight of a corner in the backyard where there was a dry well that had not been used for many years.

Near the dry well is a pond, and the surrounding area consists only of artificial hills without any vegetation.

Even if the fire were to burn, it wouldn't reach this place.

A thought flashed through her mind, and she shouted, "Don't panic, everyone! Go to the dry well and hide there!"

Upon hearing this, everyone rushed towards the dry well as if they were drowning people grasping at a straw.

The raging flames leaped and danced, illuminating Song Wenjun's resolute face. She raised her voice and loudly gave orders to the crowd: "To leave the mansion now would be tantamount to courting death. The palace is swarming with imperial guards. If we dare to step out of the mansion, we will be killed instantly."

Staying in the manor seems like a dead end, but at least we still have a chance to save ourselves.

Her gaze swept over the servants' faces, contorted with panic. She took a deep breath and said calmly and firmly, "The only way for us to survive is to rely on ourselves."

Those who are young and strong, come and help me build a firebreak here. The rest of you, hurry and get the water containers to fetch water from the pond.”

She paused, then looked at everyone with a determined gaze, "Once the fire spreads, we'll put it out with water."

At this point, Song Wenjun's face showed gratitude, and she looked at everyone sincerely: "Whether we can survive or not depends entirely on you all."

After speaking, she solemnly bowed slightly to everyone.

Upon seeing this, the servants quickly responded, "Your Highness is too kind!"

"We will all listen to the Princess!"

Although his words still carried a hint of fear, they also revealed a renewed sense of courage and determination under Song Wenjun's influence.

Going out means certain death, while staying in the manor offers a glimmer of hope.

In the face of disaster, no one wants to die.

Moreover, Song Wenjun was always kind and generous, and none of the servants in the household spoke ill of her.

Soon, someone said, "The princess treats us like family. A year ago, my son fell seriously ill and I had no money to treat him. It was the princess who paid for my son's medical expenses and saved his life."

"Now it's time for me to repay your kindness. Even if it costs me my life, I will protect the princess and the young prince."

"That's right, that's right. I was sold into slavery when I was a child and was almost beaten to death. It was the princess who saved my life. I will never forget such a great kindness."

Everyone praised Song Wenjun, their hearts filled with gratitude.

Without much effort, they volunteered to get to work.

Some built walls, others carried water.

Mei shielded them from the assassins' attacks, working in conjunction with the Thunder Egg in Yan Yan's hand.

This prevented the assassins from advancing even a single step.

Mei looked at Yan Yan with concern, but saw that the little guy showed no fear in his eyes.

Instead, he stared with bright eyes.

He kept taking out thunderbolts from his spatial storage, ready to blast any assassin who dared to show himself into dust.

"Come on, come on, you still want to kill me? Watch me beat you to a pulp."

Bang bang bang, Thunder Eggs bloomed everywhere.

After witnessing the power of this thing, the assassins no longer dared to risk going forward.

The master and apprentice worked together very well. Seeing that the assassins dared not come forward, they exchanged a glance and their faces were full of smiles.

Mei stood lazily on the stone bridge with her arms crossed, her sword still dripping with blood.

His eyes were sharp as he stared ahead, his voice as cold as frost: "Those who don't want to die, come on over."

Upon seeing this, the assassins were all so frightened that they shrank back on the opposite side, and dared not go forward.

The assassins exchanged glances and decided to abandon their assault.

They waited until the fire reached them.

At that time, all those people in the Chu King's mansion will surely die.

The assassins temporarily halted their direct attack.

This rare gap provided Song Wenjun and her servants with a valuable opportunity.

Everyone raced against time and quickly built a high firewall, and also carried enough water from the pond.

However, before they could even catch their breath, someone pointed in terror at the opposite side and cried out, "It's terrible! It's terrible! They're going to wipe us out!"

Suddenly, the assassins produced crossbows from somewhere, mounted fire arrows, and began firing wildly in their direction.

In an instant, arrows and fire flew through the sky.

The rocket, with a sharp whistling sound, shot straight towards the crowd.

The servants were caught off guard and screams filled the air.

Some rockets struck the newly erected firewall, instantly igniting a raging fire.

Some of the flames were shot directly at the busy servants, and the flames instantly spread across their clothes.

Song Wenjun was extremely anxious and shouted, "Don't panic! Use water to put out the fire! Quickly save the injured!"

She shouted as she rushed over to help extinguish the flames on the servants.

Yan Yan was also startled by this sudden change.

But he quickly calmed down and took out more Thunder Eggs from his spatial storage, throwing them in the direction the assassin had fired the rockets.

"Let's see if you dare to be so arrogant again!" With a series of loud explosions, the assassins' ranks were thrown into chaos, and the rocket firing was temporarily suspended.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mei leaped towards the assassins, wielding her sharp blade and cutting them down one by one.

At this moment, flames soared into the sky in the backyard of the Chu King's mansion, and shouts of killing and screams of agony mingled together, creating a scene resembling a living hell.

Meanwhile, outside the Prince's mansion, separated by only a wall, the imperial guards listened to the screams from inside and all wore expressions of pity.

More than a hundred lives lost—how tragic!

But no one can move without the leader's order.

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves came from the end of the alley.

A group of soldiers rushed towards the Chu King's residence.