Accompanied by Qingmei and four guards, Bai Zhi'er took a carriage to Fanjin Alley.
But at the entrance of the alley, they saw it was surrounded by government officers.
The townspeople gathered nearby, whispering and sighing—
"How tragic, I've heard they haven't found any survivors yet."
"They must have all been burned to death. The fire started in the middle of the night, everyone was asleep, and by the time they reacted, it was too late."
"Oh, how could this happen? It's so strange, such a good place, how did it catch fire?"
"Exactly, there were six families in Fanjin Alley, how many people would that be?"
A trace of shock appeared on Bai Zhi'er's small face.
She stepped forward with her small feet.
Perhaps Prime Minister Wen had given prior instructions.
As soon as the officials saw the little figure arriving anxiously by carriage.
They immediately bowed and said, "Greetings, Princess."
They opened a path, and Bai Zhi'er quickly trotted inside.
