Who knows if it's because even the heavens couldn't stand Fatty Zhu's bullying of the farmers, but when this fire broke out, the east wind lent its aid.
The stronger the east wind blew, the more fiercely the fire burned.
As a result, the water in the jars was naturally unable to extinguish this east wind-fueled fire.
In just a moment, the fire spread to the buildings in the back courtyard, engulfing them as well.
Ruyan stood quietly in a distant corner, watching.
Jiang Chengzi glanced at the Zhu Mansion; the crowd was bustling, and a few wise ones were already gathering their belongings to escape.
"Ruyan, why did you set this fire? Was it to burn Fatty Zhu to death?"
"No, I didn't want to burn him to death. I just wanted him to experience the moment of facing death."
Ji Ruyan smiled faintly, "Let's go. As for the cleanup afterward, Fan Datong will take care of it. It's more important for us to leave here."
