ASTRP -Chapter 70 Someone Deliberately Set the Fire

Feng Jingge spoke in a low voice as a reminder. “Don’t tell them your identity for now.”

The young emperor nodded in understanding. “I understand, A Yu does.”

The carriage slowly made its way back to the residence, but something seemed to have happened inside the capital. The carriage would move for a while, then stop again.

This repeated more than ten times. Feng Jingge only felt dizzy and nauseous, her stomach churning violently.

On top of that, when she left in the morning, Xiao Jinghan had worried that her wound might hurt too much and reveal her condition, so he had specially given her a secret anesthetic powder.

He said its effects would last for several hours.

Now, however, the drug’s effect seemed to have worn off, and the pain from her wound was gradually returning.

The carriage still wasn’t moving, and Feng Jingge was losing patience.

She stood up, pushed open the window, and looked outside—her brows immediately furrowed.

Ahead, a long line of carriages had formed.

Not far away, thick smoke was rising.

A fire?

Her brows tightened further as voices from passersby reached her ears.

“Whose house is on fire?”

“It looks like… the direction of Prince Chen’s Mansion.”

Prince Chen’s Mansion?

Feng Jingge’s heart suddenly tightened. Without hesitation, she turned and rushed out of the carriage.

Qing Shan, who was driving, instinctively turned back when he heard the movement. Seeing Feng Jingge come out, he thought she was asking about the situation.

He called out reflexively, “Wangye—”

Before he could finish, Feng Jingge had already leapt onto the carriage roof, used the momentum to jump again, and landed on the roadside rooftops.

In just a few flashes, she disappeared from sight.

Qing Shan was stunned.

After a few seconds, he came back to his senses and shouted toward her direction:

“Wangye! Where are you going?! Wait for this subordinate!”

At the same time, inside the regent prince’s residence.

Xiao Jinghan was practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard. His blade moved like flowing shadows, killing intent filling the air.

Suddenly, Zhi Liao appeared.

“Wangye! The Prince Chen’s Mansion is on fire!”

Xiao Jinghan’s sword shifted sharply, slicing toward a nearby plum tree.

The tree was cut cleanly in half and crashed to the ground.

He sheathed his sword.

“How is Prince Chen?”

Zhi Liao replied quickly, “Reporting to Wangye, Prince Chen, his wife, and both young masters are missing.”

Xiao Jinghan’s eyes darkened instantly. His lips pressed into a tight line.

Without another word, his figure suddenly vanished from the spot.

Meanwhile, inside Prince Chen’s Mansion, thick smoke filled the air. The servants were in chaos—some carrying basins, buckets, ladles… anything that could hold water.

Everything usable was being used.

By the time Feng Jingge arrived, the fire had already reached a level where human effort alone could no longer control it.

She scanned the chaotic crowd but did not see Prince Chen, and her heart eased slightly.

She dropped down and grabbed a servant.

“Where is your Wangye?”

The servant, focused on the fire, answered instinctively, “Wangye, Wangfei, and the young masters left early this morning.”

Hearing that the Chen family wasn’t inside, Feng Jingge finally relaxed.

She let go. “Go do your work.”

But just as the servant left, a child’s cry suddenly rang out from inside the burning house.

“Father! Mother!”

The entire crowd exploded in panic.

“How is there a child inside?!”

“That… that voice sounds like the young master!”

“Don’t talk nonsense! The young master clearly left with Wangye and Wangfei this morning!”

Feng Jingge’s pupils contracted sharply.

She turned back instantly, her eyes reflecting the raging flames.

Her lips pressed into a thin line as she glanced at a nearby bucket of water.

The child’s voice rang out again.

“Father… Mother… Brother… wake up… don’t leave Qi’er behind…”

Father? Mother? Brother?

All of them?!

The Chen family is inside?!

Without hesitation, Feng Jingge grabbed the bucket and poured it over herself.

Soaked completely, the cold water stung her wound on her back like needles. The pain was sharp and unbearable.

But she didn’t care.

Covering her face with her sleeve, she charged straight into the fire.

Qing Shan had just arrived when he saw Feng Jingge rushing inside.

He cried out in shock, “Wangye!”

If anything happened to Feng Jingge, the prince would skin him alive!

He tried to rush in too, but was stopped.

“The fire is too big! Going in is suicide!”

Qing Shan shouted angrily, “Get out of the way! If anything happens to Wangye, none of you will survive!”

The Chen family steward recognized him immediately.

“You… you’re the regent prince’s guard!”

His expression changed drastically.

“Then the one who just went in is—”

Qing Shan gritted his teeth. “It’s the regent prince!!”

The steward’s mind went blank.

“Everyone! Stop standing there! Put out the fire!! NOW!!”

Qing Shan grabbed a bucket and was about to rush in when a cold voice suddenly came from behind him.

“Qing Shan, why are you here?”

He turned around—and nearly cried.

“Miss Feng… the Wangye… he went in!”

Before he finished speaking, a figure flashed past him.

There was no longer any sign of Feng Jingge.

Both the prince and Feng Jingge had gone in.

Qing Shan felt like his soul was leaving his body.

He gritted his teeth.

Fine. He would go in too.

He grabbed a bucket of water and rushed into the burning house.

Inside, the outer flames had not yet fully spread, but thick smoke filled everything. Feng Jingge could barely open her eyes.

“Father… Mother… save Qi’er…”

The child’s voice was growing weaker, choked by smoke and coughing violently.

Feng Jingge struggled to breathe. She covered her mouth with a wet sleeve and forced herself forward.

Her vision was completely obscured. As she groped her way forward, she tripped over something and fell hard to the ground.

“Bang!”

A child’s cautious voice sounded.

“Who is it?”

Feng Jingge endured the pain as her wound on her back tore open again.

“Who are you?” the child asked again.

“I’m here to save you,” she replied.

“Cough… cough…”

“Don’t speak,” Feng Jingge said hoarsely. “Meow like a cat. I’ll follow your voice to find you.”

“Meow~”

Left side.

Feng Jingge turned and slowly moved forward, eventually finding the small, crying young master under a table and pulling him out.

“Where are your parents and brother? Take me to them.”

Just as she picked him up, a chilling gust of wind mixed with killing intent struck from behind.