A Mistaken Marriage Match: Mysteries in the Imperial Harem

Chapter 64: Cold Palace Caught Fire

"Mistress!" The tightly closed doors were pushed open by Fu Ling with a flustered look. Without waiting for Qing Feng to reply, she had already headed to her side and softly said, "The Cold Palace caught fire!"

Caught fire? Qing Feng blanked out for a moment and thought about the person staying in the Cold Palace and her heart was taken aback. She immediately stood up and after thinking for a moment, she called out loudly, "Someone come! Someone come!"

"Your Ladyship?" Lan-er whispering voice could be heard from the outside.

"Lan-er and Shen Yao, come over here."

"Servants are here." Qing Feng's tone was impatient and thus both of them dare not delay and ran into the room. They only saw the Little Prince was placed on the bed and before both of them could understand what was going on, they heard her Ladyship instructing them to "Take good care of the Prince." After that she walked out towards the courtyard and Fu Ling also hurriedly followed.

Qing Feng walked away frantically, like she had forgotten the existence of Zhuo Qing. It was only a fire at the Cold Palace, why was Qing Feng this anxious? She was so anxious that she would rush there even when the child was running a fever. Zhuo Qing found it very strange and decided to follow along to take a look.

Qing Feng walked very quickly and Zhuo Qing had to jog to barely catch up. From not far away, they could see the smoke and the pungent smell gradually filled up the air. As the noises of people voices get louder, Zhuo Qing guessed that the Cold Palace was near. The weird thing was that Qing Feng who was rushing all the way suddenly slowed down her pace and seemingly like she was in a casual stroll. Zhuo Qing did not make any noise and also quietly followed.

Seeing that it had gotten noisier in front, Qing Feng spoke, "Shouting for what?"

The smooth voice had a tad of impatience and a little laziness, in short, not at all an anxious tone. Zhuo Qing's eyes slightly narrowed as she observed Qing Feng and watching the overall situation. There was a lot of smoke but there was not wave of heat. It could be estimated that the fire was not big or it had been extinguished.

Hearing the female's voice, one eunuch jogged over and had wanted to scold the person but once he saw clearing the incoming person, that eunuch's expression slightly changed before he immediately knelt down to greet, "Long live Imperial Concubine Qing."

Qing Feng took a glance at him and asked, "Who are you?"

"Replying to your Ladyship, this servant is the Steward eunuch of the Imperial Household, Zhang Shun An."

"Get up. This Cold Palace is in fine condition. How did it caught fire?"

"It is dry during the winter and usually no one manages the Cold Palace. There is a possibility of an unknown spark that lighted the fire. But your Ladyship need not worry as the fire did not grow big and reckoned had been extinguished."

At this moment the smoke had dissipated a little and Qing Feng looked over. Other than the eunuchs and palace maids fighting the fire, she did not see anyone else. Where was Chen Zhen? Qing Feng was very worried but she spoke with an unforgiving tone, "How about the person in the Cold Palace? Burned to death?"

All the people who extinguished the fire stood at the side blankly. At that time they only cared about extinguishing the fire and since there were no people of importance in the Cold Palace, who would bother about it. Now that Qing Feng asked, no one could answer. Zhang Shun An's cold sweat kept flowing and just as he wanted to send someone to the Cold Palace to check, a dishevelled and filled with ashes female suddenly took a step forward and replied, "My mistress is sick and is currently in bedridden in the house."