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"Not good, my lord! The White Jade Pavilion is on fire!"
Upon hearing the report from the servant, Leng Yixuan was momentarily stunned. Then, as if struck by a thought, he dashed to the servant's side like lightning, gripping the man's shoulder tightly and asking anxiously, "Where is Xin'er? Where is she?!"
"Ouch! That hurts!"
The servant felt as though his bones were about to be crushed under Leng Yixuan's grip. However, seeing the man's eyes turn crimson with rage was so terrifying that he momentarily forgot the pain and stammered out the truth.
"My lord, Miss Xin'er... she's trapped inside the White Jade Pavilion..."
At those words, it felt as if a thunderclap had struck Leng Yixuan. His entire being trembled, and he froze in place like a statue.
His handsome face went pale, his deep black eyes wide with disbelief and shock.
In contrast to Leng Yixuan, Aotian Xue stood behind him, equally shaken by the news. After all, she too was taken aback by the sudden fire.
Yet, amidst her surprise, Aotian Xue felt a flicker of joy in her heart.
If that foolish woman were to perish in the flames, it would be for the best. After all, once that foolish woman was gone, this man before her would finally notice her and recognize her worth, ultimately falling for her charm...
Aotian Xue felt a sense of pride swelling within her, and that triumphant expression was unmistakably displayed on her face.
However, what Aotian Xue did not realize was that her smug smile was clearly visible to the man behind her.
Leng Yixuan had been restless all day, sensing that something significant was about to happen, yet he could not have imagined it would be this kind of situation.
After the initial shock, Deep Black Eyes swept around and inadvertently caught sight of the triumphant smile on the woman’s face. It was as if Leng Yixuan suddenly recalled something; his Deep Black Eyes widened in realization, locking onto the woman behind him.
Red Lips parted slightly, her tone filled with certainty as she exclaimed.
“It’s you!? You set the fire; you wanted to burn Xin'er!?”
Though framed as a question, the man’s tone was unmistakably assertive.
Aotian Xue, who had been reveling in her joy, was jolted back to reality upon sensing the piercing gaze filled with rage and hearing the man’s gritted words.
When her Beautiful Eyes lifted to meet his furious, devilish glare, she felt a surge of panic. A chilling sensation began to creep up from her feet to the top of her head.
The temperature around them seemed to drop significantly.
Faced with the man’s fierce and violent gaze, Aotian Xue was terrified.
Before her stood a man whose Deep Black Eyes were wide open, filled with a crimson hue that made him appear like a demon emerging from the depths of hell—truly horrifying.
Having never encountered such a terrifying look before, Aotian Xue's heart raced, and she immediately shook her head in denial.
"No, no, no, it's not me. I just locked her in the room; I didn't set the fire... Ah..."
As she spoke the last words, Aotian Xue snapped back to reality, realizing that in her fear of the man's fury, she had said things she shouldn't have.
Upon hearing her words, the man's rage intensified, his anger boiling over.
His fierce gaze felt like sharp blades, slicing through the air toward her with every glance!
This man wanted to kill her!?
At this thought, Aotian Xue's heart sank. Suddenly, she felt a tight grip around her throat; a large hand had clamped down on her neck with brutal force.
"Uh, no, please don't..."
Feeling the pressure of that hand on her neck and seeing the man's violent expression, Aotian Xue was certain he intended to kill her.
But she didn't want to die...
Fear gripped her heart as she sensed death drawing closer with each passing moment.
The suffocating sensation made her heart feel as if it had plummeted into an Ice Cave.
Desperately, Aotian Xue clawed at the man's hand, struggling to break free.
However, his grip was like a vice, firmly constricting her throat without any sign of letting go.
Gradually, Aotian Xue felt as if she could no longer breathe.
Just when she thought she was about to die, the man's large hand suddenly loosened.
She immediately collapsed to the ground.
Gasping, she felt a burning pain in her throat that made her break out in a cold sweat.
Her heart raced with fear.
She had thought she was going to die, but thankfully, this man couldn't bring himself to harm her!
Aotian Xue coughed while feeling relieved.
However, at that moment, a deep voice shattered her fleeting hope.
"Master, the horse has arrived."
"Mm."
Hearing Ping An's words, Leng Yixuan came back to her senses and swiftly lifted her skirt to leap onto the horse's back.
"Take her back."
With those harsh words, the man brandished a Long Whip and urged his horse forward at a gallop.
The fire continued to blaze, its orange-red glow illuminating the once pitch-black night.
Outside the White Jade Pavilion, voices surged, shouts, splashes of water, and the sound of footsteps echoed, transforming what should have been a silent night into a cacophony of noise.
At this moment, Xin'er felt as if she were about to die.
It was hot, so hot!
The temperature around her kept rising.
She wanted to scream, but her voice had already given out; she could no longer make a sound.
She felt as if she were trapped inside a furnace, about to be roasted alive.
Watching the fierce flames outside that spread further into the room, Xin'er felt helpless and afraid. In the end, she could only curl up in a corner.
Moreover, her strength seemed to be gradually drained away, as if it had been siphoned off. Her mind felt scorched by the flames, leaving her in a haze.
Was she going to die!?
Perhaps so!
Death was not terrifying for her; what was truly frightening was the thought of never seeing her family and friends again.
Her brother, since the last farewell, she had not seen him again.
Now, she had not even heard about him being healthy and well, nor had she heard him call her sister again.
And then there was Xuan...
Since their mother passed away, no one had cared for her or looked after her, so she had to be strong.
Only then could she survive, and ensure her brother's survival as well.
But in truth, she had been living in great suffering all along.
At first, she thought she would continue to struggle until Xuan appeared.
He was like a bright lamp, illuminating the path ahead of her, dispelling the darkness that surrounded her.
Those days were the happiest of her life.
Because he had always been by her side, taking care of her and showing concern for her.
But now, she would never see him again, would she!?
Just thinking about this made Xin'er feel as if someone was gripping her heart tightly with their hand; it hurt so much.
If she really were to die, she wished that before taking her last breath, she could see Xuan just once more—just once...
As Leng Yixuan hurried back to Cold Manor, he made a beeline for White Jade Pavilion.
At that moment, White Jade Pavilion was already engulfed in flames.
Outside the pavilion, the servants of the manor were bustling about, constantly running back and forth with buckets of water.
Leng Yixuan scanned the area with his long, deep black eyes, desperately searching for the person he had been thinking about. He prayed in his heart that Xin'er must be safe, she absolutely could not be in danger!
However, after searching for a long time without finding her, he instead spotted Xiao Huan crying nearby, shouting at the top of her lungs towards White Jade Pavilion.
"Xin'er! Xin'er! You can't be in trouble, Xin'er!"
Hearing Xiao Huan's words made Leng Yixuan feel as if his heart was about to leap out of his chest.
His heart raced as he widened his deep black eyes and dashed towards Xiao Huan like lightning. He reached out and firmly grasped her shoulder, urgently demanding, "Where is Xin'er!? Where is Xin'er!?"
Xiao Huan, gripped tightly by Leng Yixuan, was so overwhelmed with grief that she forgot the pain. With tear-filled eyes, she pointed towards the raging fire and cried out, "Wuwu, Xin'er is still inside! Wuwu..."
"What!?" The words hit him hard.
Even though he had mentally prepared himself, hearing Xiao Huan's words still left Leng Yixuan in shock.
His heart ached deeply, as if it were being pierced by a thousand blades.
His wide, deep black eyes slowly fell upon the White Jade Pavilion.
There, outside Xin'er's room, the door was locked from the outside, and the area around the White Jade Pavilion was already engulfed in flames.
He knew that in such a situation, no matter how skilled he was, he would be powerless.
But just thinking about his Xin'er being trapped inside filled him with unbearable pain.
No!
He couldn't just stand by and watch Xin'er suffer in the fire. He had to save her; he must!
This thought kept crashing through his mind as Leng Yixuan gathered his resolve. He grabbed a bucket of water from a nearby servant and poured it over himself.
With a loud splash, Leng Yixuan dashed toward the White Jade Pavilion like lightning, leaving everyone around him in disbelief.
"No, Master..."
"Master..."
Seeing Leng Yixuan's actions, everyone was taken aback.
After all, at this moment, the fire in the White Jade Pavilion was raging, and everyone could only escape outside. However, Leng Yixuan charged inward instead—wasn't that a deliberate act of seeking death!?
Everyone was alarmed, but by the time they realized what was happening, it was too late to stop him.
In an instant, Leng Yixuan rushed into the White Jade Pavilion, disregarding the intense heat of the flames. When he reached Xin'er's room, he raised his foot and kicked fiercely.
The Carved Wooden Door, which had been tightly shut from the outside, fell down with a crash.
"Xin'er, I'm here!"
Leng Yixuan shouted, his voice echoing to the heavens.
The sorrow in his tone was like that of a beast about to lose its mate, evoking a deep sense of heartache.
And when Leng Yixuan kicked open the Carved Wooden Door and saw the scene before him, his entire being trembled as his Deep Black Eyes widened in shock.
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