Wanqing's pov
The room A-mei led us to was barely holding together.
Smoke seeped through the cracks in the wall, making it difficult to breathe. Every inhale made my throat burn.
The heat pressed against us from every direction, making sweat roll down my skin. For the first time since entering the servants' quarters, I found myself wondering whether this had been a huge mistake.
I didn't regret coming in here. But allowing Anning to drag me deeper and deeper into a burning building in search of a maid who wasn't even related to her made me frown.
A-mei stepped into the room first and moved her eyes over the place. "Found it!" She exclaimed.
I followed her gaze and immediately spotted the thick rope coiled beside several old storage chests. I sighed in relief.
For once, luck seemed willing to cooperate with us. Without wasting time, the three of us pulled the rope toward the window. It took longer than expected due to the weight.
