The resplendent red blaze of flames above the Eastern Residence gradually weakened, and the slanting column of smoke became thinner and thinner.
A servant came over. He bowed at Ming Lan's feet and lowered his head.
"Master, the blaze is under control."
After listening, Ming Lan raised his eyebrows slightly and showed a short smile. In an instant, he raised his eyes, which were full of sinister and sharp light.
Looking down at Qinger, who was still unconscious, he curled his thin lips to make a weird smile.
He slightly raised his head in proud and said with his hands clasped behind the back.
"Thanks for your hard work tonight. This woman on the ground now is your reward!"
Upon hearing his words, those guards immediately understood. They piled forward and surrounded Qinger at once.
