If the fire burns for a while longer, they will all be dood!
But—
Seeing her still hesitating, Shang Ruyi’s face darkened, and she said, "The arsonists would never expect soone skilled in martial arts to be inside. So, they would at most send one or two people to watch the fire from outside. If I leave with you and we are stopped by them, you’d have to worry about , leaving no chance to call for help!"
"But I—"
"If you truly want them to die, and wish for and the General to perish together, then keep hesitating!"
Seeing Shang Ruyi’s severe deanor, Wo Xue’s heart sank. She gritted her teeth and said to Shang Ruyi, "Young Madam, hold on until I return!"
With that, her slender body darted through the small hole in the window.
At this mont, a gust of wind dispersed the smoke, and the hard-won fresh air was once again devoured by the flas, with thick smoke pouring in once more. Shang Ruyi felt a piercing pain in her chest, but she persisted, raising her arm to cover her mouth and nose, staggering inward.
He Wenzhu, lying on the ground, had already fallen unconscious.
Shang Ruyi, enduring dizziness, grabbed his arm and dragged him to a window where the smoke wasn’t as thick. She then removed his veil, soaked it with tea from a cup on the table, and put it back on him.
Then, Shang Ruyi picked up the remaining half cup of water and, stumbling, walked into the inner room.
Yu Wenye was still lying motionless on the bed.
No, not completely motionless.
His chest heaved violently, but it seed as though sothing was pressing on it, preventing him from relaxing, clearly due to the smoke. Shang Ruyi hurriedly removed the veil she had just put on him, soaked it with tea, and put it back on him.
Yet, even after doing this, Yu Wenye’s condition didn’t improve. His face was flushed, his lips pale, and his breathing was becoming increasingly weak.
He was almost unable to breathe!
What to do?!
What should be done now?
Shang Ruyi, at a loss, looked around. Only she and the unconscious He Wenzhu remained in the room, while the burning flas outside had turned most of the room into a fiery inferno.
If only soone could co to help.
But it had been a while since Wo Xue went out, so why was there no sound from outside?
Even if a large group hadn’t co to help extinguish the fire, there were many people in the official office, and even if a couple of them heard her cry for help, they should have approached by now.
Why was there still no movent?!
Could it be—
Shang Ruyi didn’t dare to think further, fearing that doing so would lead her to complete despair. But even if she didn’t think about it, she was already enveloped in chaos. The dense smoke not only suffocated Yu Wenye but also muddled her mind. The overwhelming heat was nearly draining her dry.
In her mind, there was only one thought left—she must save Yu Wenye!
To save him, she could only—
Thinking of this, Shang Ruyi steeled herself, poured the last few drops of tea into her mouth. The warm tea moistened her lips and tongue and allowed her chaotic thoughts to gather slightly. Using this mont of clarity, Shang Ruyi bent down, lifted the thin veil, and pressed her lips onto Yu Wenye’s parched ones.
A warm breath flowed from her mouth into his.
Almost imdiately, Shang Ruyi felt his chest, which was nearly rigid, slightly tremble!
That’s it!
Her heart leapt with joy, but she had no ti to think of anything else. She slightly turned her face, took a deep breath.
The smoke filled her mouth, imdiately causing a piercing pain in her chest, nearly making her faint. But Shang Ruyi ignored the pain, bent down again, and pressed her lips onto his.
Another breath was passed into him.
This ti, she clearly felt the rise and fall of the chest below.
Shang Ruyi lowered her head, seeing Yu Wenye’s long eyelash-like crow’s wings tremble slightly, then slowly open. His eyes, seemingly shrouded in smoke and not fully conscious, looked at her with a bewildered expression.
Shang Ruyi smiled.
She spoke softly on his lips, almost voicelessly, "This is why they must have you lead the campaign."
"..."
"But rest assured."
"..."
"I know I may not know as much as our opponents; but what I can do is much more than they can even imagine!"
"..."
In Yu Wenye’s eyes, confusion seed to give way to a glimr of understanding.
And just then, footsteps finally sounded from outside, people rushed into the silent courtyard, and seeing the flas engulfing most of the house, they shouted in panic, "Quick, put out the fire!"
"Bring the water barrels!"
"Hurry and save people, the Great General is still inside!"
"Be careful—"
Accompanied by those voices was the sound of large quantities of water being poured over the flas, creating a sizzling noise. Soon, denser steam rolled in, quickly filling the already scorching room. Shang Ruyi felt as if engulfed by flas, the thin air left her with no strength to even lift her head.
She could only muster her last bit of strength, slowly laying her body down.
She collapsed onto Yu Wenye’s body.
All the scorching heat and boiling steam converged on her, and the excruciating pain and suffocation finally rendered her unconscious.
Just before she lost consciousness, she seed to hear Shantong’er’s roar, followed by a loud crash as the door was battered into pieces, and a flurry of people rushed into the boiling room, their figures so blurred that she couldn’t discern them.
She only felt a hand grasp her, pulling her away from Yu Wenye’s body.
Then, she was lifted into soone’s arms.
That person’s body emanated a familiar, sandalwood-scented, gentle aura.
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