"Lady Ling, ladies and gentlemen, come and have something to eat!"

Li Xiong's mother, Aunt Li, also came over. Together with Ling Xin, she cooked a large pot of porridge and made some pancakes to bring in.

Ling Yu greeted: "Wan'er, Lingxuan, hurry up and eat something. Let's go to the Chenghuang Temple to see if there are any injured who need treatment!"

Ling Wan stood up and the others wolfed down the food, leaving Li Xiong and Doctor Liao to take care of the wounded and walked out.

The fire has been mostly extinguished, but there is still thick smoke floating in the sky, along with the soot from the burning, making the area look desolate.

The streets are littered with rubbish left by the refugees, as well as abandoned horse-drawn carriages.

Ling Yu was about to take Ling Wan and the others to the City God's Temple when they saw a group of refugees rushing toward the city gate.

The refugees excitedly held sticks and cursed as they walked.

What happened?

Ling Yu was just thinking when she heard someone scolding.

"Prince Yi and Buwei Chen should be responsible for this fire. They did not put out the fire in time, which made us homeless!"

"My house has been burned down, and so many embroideries in the shop have been destroyed. How will my family survive in the future?"

"That's right, my house was burned down too! They must be held responsible for this disaster! Compensation...must be compensated!"

Ling Yu frowned and saw with sharp eyes that the shopkeeper of Guan's shop, Wang Dahu, was among them.

Housekeeper He and Guan Ying, dressed in men's clothing, were also among the victims.

Wang Dahu shouted: "Prince Yi also encouraged the mob to rob my Guan family's property, causing several of my Guan family's servants and guards to die in the fire. The blood debt must be paid with blood! He must be held responsible!"

A group of people were incited by Wang Dahu and rushed forward angrily.

"Follow me and have a look!"

Ling Yu felt that something was not good. These victims had lost their homes and shops. This was the time when they were angry and sad.

If someone incites it, it will turn into another disaster!

Several people followed the refugees and walked forward. When they arrived at the Chenghuang Temple, they saw Xiao Lintian and Chen Buwei comforting the people.

Lu Nan, Zhao Xuan and the soldiers were building simple shelters.

There were victims of the disaster everywhere around the Chenghuang Temple, with families sitting around sadly guarding their only possessions.

"Prince Yi, you must give us an explanation for the fire in Dongdamen Commercial District!"

The leader was the owner of the silk shop, Lin. He was very tall, with burn scars on his face and most of his hair burned by the fire.

He excitedly pointed at Xiao Lintian and shouted angrily.

"If you hadn't put out the fire in time, we would have been burned to nothing!"

"Prince Yi, my house has been burned down. We have no home!"

"Compensation, you must compensate! Give us back our home..."

As soon as Boss Lin took the lead, those who followed started to make a lot of noise.

Someone shouted to the victims.

"Everyone, get up. My family members were all burned to death in the fire. They, who are officials, didn't even get a scratch on their skin. Do you want to cover up this matter by just saying a few nice words?"

"No, they have to take responsibility! Prince Yi, pay the money and my family!"

As soon as they were incited by this man, the victims gathered around them one after another.

The crowd angrily surrounded Xiao Lintian and Chen Buwei.

Lu Nan and other guards did not bother to build a shelter and rushed over, surrounding Xiao Lintian and Chen Buwei.

"Everyone, stand back... If you have something to say, say it!"

Zhao Xuan shouted angrily: "When the fire broke out, our prince and Chen Buwei were the first to rush to the scene of the fire!"

"The fire was so fierce and the wind was so strong that no one could put out the fire..."


Chapter completed!