As long as Feng Jingxuan is truly in the secret chamber of the Firework House, he is definitely, absolutely, doomed to die.
The raging flames reflected on Feng Jingye's gloomy face, sending chills down one's spine.
Feng Linche was as pale as a sheet. Watching the scene before him, his whole body trembled violently. Zhuo Yi beside him also looked deathly pale and stood there in a daze.
Empress Chu supported Feng Linche, concealing all the complex emotions in her eyes, and took a subtle glance at Feng Jingye.
Could this be the doing of her own son?
To be so ruthless, he does have the demeanor of an emperor. He is truly the son of Feng Linche...
As if sensing Empress Chu's emotions, Feng Jingye turned his head, glanced at his mother, and then looked beyond her to a troop of approaching horses in the distance.
His eyes shifted, and an idea formed in his mind.
Taking a step forward, he bowed to Feng Linche and said, "Father, don't worry. Third Brother is a blessed man and will surely be fine. He hasn't come out yet. Maybe he's temporarily trapped somewhere. I'll go find him now!"
Having said that, he turned around and was about to rush into the burning building.
"Ye'er!" Empress Chu was so frightened that she quickly shouted, "It's too dangerous. Come back quickly!"
Feng Jingye stopped immediately. A barely noticeable arc curled up at the corner of his mouth, but his face still showed firm determination. He turned back to Empress Chu and said,
"Mother, what does danger matter? Even if there are mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, so what? Third Brother is still waiting for me to rescue him!"
He emphasized each word, showing deep brotherly affection.
Hearing this, everyone was deeply impressed.
Even Feng Linche nodded and praised, "The second son is a good one."
"Your Majesty," Empress Chu disagreed. "It's good that Ye'er cherishes brotherly affection. But now that Xuan'er is in danger, if Ye'er rushes over regardless of the consequences and gets injured, Xuan'er will surely feel guilty when he knows..."
Before she could finish her words, they heard the rumbling sound of footsteps from behind.
Looking back, they saw that Wang Lin had brought a thousand elite soldiers from the Western Suburb Barracks, along with all the soldiers from the Jingzhao Prefecture and the imperial guards.
"Your Majesty! I'm late to rescue you. Please forgive my crime!" Wang Lin knelt on the ground and shouted loudly.
Feng Linche waved his hand and said, "Alright, go and rescue the people quickly! You must rescue the Third Prince!"
"Yes."
Under Wang Lin's arrangement, the three groups of people quickly got involved in the well - organized fire - fighting and rescue operation.
Those ministers who had been reluctantly involved finally breathed a sigh of relief and returned to Feng Linche's side.
Seeing this situation, Feng Linche then said to Feng Jingye, "The second son doesn't need to go. They can handle it."
Empress Chu nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, you are the crown prince. You can't have an accident. Just stay with your father."
Everyone nodded and looked at the sea of fire with lingering fear.
The remaining fireworks in the Firework House were still exploding continuously. The raging fire accompanied by occasional explosions brought great difficulties to the fire - fighting work.
Even the well - trained Flame - Extinguishing Army of the Jingzhao Prefecture, which was fully equipped with fire - fighting equipment, didn't know where to start in the face of such a situation.
But soon, led by several stewards from the Third Prince's Mansion, they began to extinguish the fire with water bags and fire cages.
Seeing the fire gradually subsiding, everyone finally calmed down. Those who had been wailing gradually stopped crying.
It was not until then that someone noticed that in front of the burning building, Bai Yinan, with a face full of soot and a robe burned with many holes, was constantly grabbing the servants who were fighting the fire and asking one by one.
"Have you... have you seen my daughter and the Marquis of Dingyuan?"
"The Marquis of Dingyuan?" Someone shook their head and replied impatiently, "Didn't notice."
Someone else stopped and recalled carefully, "Your daughter? It seems not. I didn't see any women around..."
Only a person who had been sitting on the ground wailing for a long time suddenly jumped up from the ground upon hearing this and shouted, "Now that you mention it, there was indeed a very good - looking nobleman just now. He said there were still people in the warehouse. He didn't listen to our advice and rushed in to rescue them regardless!"
"Rushed in to rescue them?" Bai Yinan's heart skipped a beat. He looked back at the raging fire and immediately panicked.
The man continued, "Yes. We all said it was dangerous here and told him to leave quickly, but he just wouldn't move. We couldn't even pull him away. We watched him rush in with our own eyes! Alas, with such a big commotion just now, he's probably in great danger..."
He sighed deeply.
Hearing this, Bai Yinan slumped to the ground.
With Feng Linyuan's personality, besides Bai Zheng, who else would he risk rushing into the burning building for?
Moreover, he had told him before that he was going to call Bai Zheng...
The more Bai Yinan thought about it, the more afraid he became. Looking at the sea of fire in front of him, his face turned deathly pale.
"Zheng'er... A Yuan!" He let out a shrill cry.
The conversation between Bai Yinan and that person was very loud, and Feng Linche and his entourage not far away heard it clearly.
Like a drop of water falling into boiling oil, the calm atmosphere that had finally been restored was instantly shattered like a bomb had been thrown in.
Everyone was shocked.
They looked around and only then realized that Feng Linyuan and Bai Zheng were indeed not in the crowd.
Previously, everyone's attention was either on the fireworks or on Feng Jingxuan's accident. No one had the time to care whether Feng Linyuan and his wife were present.
But now, hearing Bai Yinan's cries, they realized that this fire not only put Feng Jingxuan in a life - and - death situation, but Feng Linyuan and his wife were also very likely to be in great danger!
Realizing this, Feng Jingye immediately panicked.
They had just started to cooperate. He had only just begun to know Feng Jingxuan's secrets. If Feng Linyuan and his wife died now, who would help him clean up the mess of the Third Prince's Mansion?
Thinking of this, he quickly looked up and pleaded with Feng Linche, "Father! The Marquis and his wife are also in trouble. We must rescue them quickly!"
Feng Linche frowned tightly. If Feng Linyuan had an accident, he would surely be happier than anyone else.
But in front of everyone, he couldn't freely show such emotions.
He had to forcefully suppress his dissatisfaction with Feng Jingye's tactless behavior and nodded faintly in response, "You're right. Go and rescue them quickly. We can't let anything happen to the Marquis of Dingyuan."
"Yes."
Soon someone took the order and rushed to deliver the message.
When the message reached Wang Lin's ears, he was still on the front line of the burning building.
He stopped the action of grabbing the water bucket in his hand and suddenly turned back, "Who do you say is also inside?"
The messenger repeated nervously, "Your Majesty said that the Marquis of Dingyuan and his wife are very likely to be in the burning building. He wants you to rescue them together."
"Thud!"
The water bucket in Wang Lin's hand fell to the ground.
The messenger was startled but looked up suspiciously.