Mingshu had calculated everything just right—the reactions of the two palace maids, the time it took Yun Zhi to call for help…
However, she had forgotten one thing: the unforeseeable changes in the weather.
The Buddhist Hall, long neglected and in disrepair, had wood that was dry and brittle. When met with fire, it spread like parched earth welcoming a downpour, and the flames quickly became uncontrollable!
She had intended to find a corner to take shelter in, but unexpectedly, a beam abruptly broke and fell, striking her on the back of the head and knocking her to the ground unconscious.
Mingshu's first thought was that by committing such an outrageous affront under the Buddha's watchful eye, retribution was indeed inevitable.
Only she hadn't expected retribution to come so swiftly.
Dense smoke billowed, and waves of heat assaulted her.
In a daze, she thought she saw the door collapsing with a crash, and someone rushing towards her recklessly.
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