A rumor about a fire incident, if happening in the past, would never have caused such a disturbance. Perhaps it wasn't that the Grand Preceptor's Mansion had lost its former influence, but rather that the Third Prince's line had risen to prominence.
And there was Emperor Liang Ming...
Inside the quiet room lit by firelight, Yan Xu narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed intently on Pei Yunmeng like that of a predatory hawk.
"Was it you who orchestrated the fire at Fengle Building?"
"How could it be?"
Pei Yunmeng spoke earnestly, "In the past few days, I was busy reorganizing the new army and didn't even step out the door, so don't come accusing me." After speaking, he nudged the person beside him, "Right, Xiao Er?"
Xiao Zhufeng cleared his throat lightly, "Correct, I can vouch for that. He is not related to this matter."
Yan Xu observed the person before him with a stern face.
