Under Aunt Feng's astonished gaze, Lu Jiang struck a match and, as he was about to light a corner of the Mandarin Duck Book, Feng Qingxue continued to chant in her heart, "Feng Qingxue, the 'bazi' on it is yours, not mine. So today, following the advice of a wise man, I come to burn it—henceforth, no one will use your 'bazi' again, and you will have no connection with my husband."
Suddenly, the Mandarin Duck Book turned to ashes and scattered with the wind.
Aunt Feng's eyes widened in shock because she saw that only a corner of the Mandarin Duck Book had caught fire; it hadn't fully ignited. Even if the fire was burning it, it couldn't possibly have turned the book into ashes in such an instant, leaving no trace behind!
Both Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue witnessed this scene, with the latter thinking to herself, "Feng Qingxue, is that you? Is it really you?"
The surroundings were silent, with only a gentle breeze rustling through the grass and trees.
