Qingfeng Courtyard was on fire, and the fire was not small. Half of the back row of rooms had been affected. The back row of rooms were filled with servants, but servants were also humans. Yu Wan and Yan Jiuchao quickly tidied their clothes and called Uncle Wan over to ask what had happened.
When Uncle Wan saw his Young Master's gloomy expression, he knew that something was wrong. He thought to himself that this fire came in such an untimely manner, Young Master and Young Madam's night together was worth a thousand gold. Even as a eunuch, he understood that men could not tolerate this.
He braced himself and said, "The back room somehow went on fire. I'm investigating the reason."
"Put out the fire first," Yan Jiuchao said.
"Then I'll go first," Uncle Wan said.
