Chapter 9: 009 The Crown Prince Holds a Grudge

In the middle of the night, flames soared into the sky!

Nanny Zhao was awakened by Baili Qianchuan. She rushed out of the door and saw waves of fire surging from Rong Jing's wooden hut. Subconsciously, she tried to rush forward to save the people, but she was grabbed firmly by Baili Qianchuan!

"Young Master, there are two lives inside!" Nanny Zhao cried out in alarm.

"Enough! Can't you smell the lard?" Baili Qianchuan shouted angrily. He had just returned from handling business outside when he discovered the fire. At that time, the blaze wasn't as large as it was now. He had rushed in to save people, only to find not a single shadow. The crackling sounds filling the room clearly indicated there was oil in the fire; someone had set it intentionally!

Realizing this, he immediately gave chase, but after searching the surroundings, he could not find Rong Jing and her son anywhere. Without a doubt, he had arrived too late; Rong Jing had already escaped far away!

Nanny Zhao sniffed carefully and indeed smelled the scent of lard. Realizing the truth belatedly, she said, "Rong Jing set the fire!"

Just then, a sudden "boom" echoed, and the massive wooden hut collapsed entirely toward the right side!

"Oh no!" Nanny Zhao screamed, but it was already too late. She watched helplessly as the fire spread to the adjacent wooden huts.

This was on a mountain cliff; water had to be carried up from the bottom of the mountain every day. At a critical moment like this, where would they find water to fight the fire!

They could only watch as the increasingly raging fire spread, and unfortunately, the entire Life-and-Death Cliff was lined with closely packed wooden huts and boardwalks.

Nanny Zhao quickly realized that tonight's fire would burn the entire Life-and-Death Cliff to ashes!

The banknotes were all spent, and now their residence was burned. If she remembered correctly, the Young Master was personally going to deliver news to the Old Master tonight, saying he intended to send a beauty over there.

In this current predicament, was this the rhythm of Heaven wanting to destroy the Young Master?

Thinking of this, Nanny Zhao couldn't help but shudder. She slowly turned her head to look at Baili Qianchuan, only to see that his originally smiling eyes had turned cold and predatory. Under the reflection of the flames, his pale face looked quite terrifyingly grim.

This was the first time in his life he had engaged in a losing business deal, and he had been played—and by a woman, no less! This was intolerable!

Ning Jing!

I'll remember your name, you bitch. You'd better pray to the gods and Buddha every single day and not let me run into you, otherwise, I will surely carve the word "regret" onto your face!

The fire gradually spread across the entire Life-and-Death Cliff, burning more and more fiercely within Baili Qianchuan's pitch-black eyes.

Nanny Zhao didn't even dare to look into his eyes. She swallowed hard several times before timidly advising, "Your Highness the Crown Prince, next month is the Emperor of Dongjing's birthday. The Emperor has ordered you to visit Dongjing as an envoy. Why don't you just agree? If the Emperor is happy, he won't shut down your money exchange."

Baili Qianchuan's true identity was precisely the Crown Prince of the Xiling Kingdom, whose real name was Qin Chuan; Baili Qianchuan was his pseudonym used while navigating the martial world.

He had been outstanding since childhood, carrying the expectations of the imperial family and the future of Great Xiling on his shoulders. Unfortunately, for some unknown reason over the years, he had no interest in court politics and had tried every possible way to escape, avoiding returning whenever he could.

It was unknown whether Baili Qianchuan heard Nanny Zhao's words. He violently ripped off half of his blue mask. Under the glow of the fire, his handsome face was incomparably beautiful. Even in anger, he was so breathtakingly stunning, like a demon or a sin, a living masterpiece.

Qin Chuan, the Crown Prince of Xiling, the head of the world's four great beauties—that title was truly no exaggeration!

He stared at the raging fire, gritting his teeth in hatred, "Ning Jing, don't forget what this Crown Prince told you... I am not a good man..."

At this moment, Rong Jing was still running for her life. Although her ears were itching terribly, she couldn't afford to care; she exerted all her strength to increase her speed!

Fortunately, her constitution had been well-maintained, and her past training had given her sufficiently strong willpower. It wasn't until dawn broke that she finally stopped in front of an unnamed temple, collapsing into a seated position from exhaustion.

She was panting heavily, but the child in her arms was doing fine, sleeping soundly. Just how much of a sense of security must one have to not cry like that?

Rong Jing looked at the child, feeling somewhat incredulous, and couldn't help but feel curious about what kind of person the little Mome's father actually was.

The child's temperament and personality should be quite similar to his father's.