The next day, news of the Zuichun Building being consumed by fire spread throughout the entire capital city.
The owner, having changed into a set of clean clothes, had already reported the case to the Prefect of Jingzhao.
However, Gu Qing didn't take it seriously—it was just a restaurant, after all. There were hundreds of restaurants in the capital city, and if he were to concern himself with each one, he would be worked to death.
The owner knew Gu Qing wouldn't help, but since his master had ordered it, he could only comply.
Gu Qing sent a few people to the scene to take a look. They superficially took some notes and then headed back to his residence.
Although the owner had spent silver to bribe them, these people still did their job perfunctorily, leaving him no choice but to silently sigh.
He stood in front of the ruined doorway of the Zuichun Building, recalling its grand opening. Sadness inevitably welled up in his heart.
