"Burn the robe."
When Shang had stopped at the door, Yue Jiaojiao's heart had been in her mouth, afraid that he would take the oil lamp away.
It seemed that their silence and honesty had weakened the other party's vigilance, and her look of being about to fall at any moment had made the other party relax.
"Xiangjun, try and see if you can remove the wooden boards on these two windows. I'll light up the robe and throw it by the window to burn down this room."
Yue Jiaojiao had already discovered that the structure of the house was similar to that of an inn when she was fumbling around. There were fewer green bricks and more wooden structures.
During the Lantern Festival in the city, the county government would always send officers to patrol the area. First, they were worried about kidnappers, and second, they were worried about a fire happening.
