At the moment, although the sound of rain outside continued, the room suddenly became quiet.
Shang Ruyi even held her breath.
Xue Xian's provisions were burnt?!
All these days, they had been trying to locate his provisions and wanted to burn them to force him into an offensive position and secure final victory in the war, but had been unsuccessful.
Unexpectedly, his provisions were burnt in one night!
However—
The joy of achieving what they desired hadn't even begun to spread before it was crushed by a sudden surge of anxiety. Shang Ruyi immediately turned her head to look at Yu Wenye, who had both hands on the table and whose coarse fingers were pressed with such force that the knuckles turned white, making faint popping sounds, yet remained silent. His eyebrows were furrowed.
This is indeed a good thing, but happening at this moment, it may not necessarily be good.
Shang Ruyi asked, "Who set the fire? Was it the villagers?"
