My Aloof Lord Ex-Husband Begs for Remarriage
Chapter 210 - 211: The Princess Consort is Dead

Chapter 210: Chapter 211: The Princess Consort is Dead

She immediately felt a bad premonition in her heart, quickened her pace, and saw that the firewood room had been destroyed in a sea of flames.

Yanyan’s legs went soft, and she nearly collapsed to the ground.

"Quick, put out the fire!"

She struggled to shout, but her voice was quickly drowned out by the crackling flames.

Seeing that this was not working, Yanyan dragged her trembling legs and ran, shouting for help as she went.

At this moment, the servants in the courtyard had all gone to bed, and there were only a few on night duty.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Yanyan became desperate and hurriedly made her way to Ye Yi’s resting quarters.

Ye Yi wasn’t on patrol tonight and had gone to bed early. Just as he took off his coat, he saw Yanyan rush in frantically, not even knocking on the door.

He was half-exposed, and seeing a girl suddenly burst into his bedroom, his face instantly flushed red.

"You, you... what happened?"

Ye Yi quickly closed his coat, and only then did he notice the urgency in Yanyan’s eyes.

In that moment, Yanyan also felt shy and embarrassed. She turned away and said urgently,

"Something terrible has happened, the firewood room is on fire!"

Ye Yi realized the gravity of the situation, and his expression turned grave in an instant.

"The firewood room has caught fire? Is it the Princess Consort’s firewood room? When did this happen?"

"Wuu... it’s the Princess Consort’s room... and it’s, it’s almost completely burned down."

At the mention of Chu Nanli, tears streamed down Yanyan’s face.

Thinking of the intensity of the fire just moments ago, she feared that Chu Nanli’s chances of survival were slim.

No sooner had she finished speaking than Ye Yi sprang to his feet.

"I’ll immediately take men to put out the fire, you go find Prince Yunting!" Ye Yi said with a nervous and anxious voice, and left straight away.

Once Yanyan snapped back to reality, she hurriedly went to find Ye Yunting.

By then, Ye Yunting had already gone to bed, and the guards outside his door stopped Yanyan.

"Lady Yanyan, the Prince has already retired for the night. Please come back tomorrow if you have any matters."

The guards knew that Yanyan was Ye Yi’s apprentice and treated her with due courtesy.

Already dissatisfied with Ye Yunting, Yanyan was nearly overwhelmed by her emotions after being stopped, and she shouted loudly,

"Move aside, I must see the Prince. The Princess Consort’s life is at stake; could the Prince really rest easy at a time like this?"

The guards wished they could silence Yanyan upon hearing her words.

Such things weren’t to be spoken carelessly.

If they offended the Prince, it wouldn’t just be Lady Yanyan who would suffer the consequences; they, too, would be punished.

As they tried to persuade her in vain and thought of sending Yanyan away, the door to Ye Yunting’s room opened.

"What did you say about the Princess Consort?"

Ye Yunting’s handsome face darkened, anger swirling in his eyes.

Yanyan, intimidated by the coldness emanating from Ye Yunting, regained a bit of her sanity.

But she did not keep quiet just because she feared Ye Yunting.

"The firewood room is on fire, and the Princess Consort is trapped inside!" Yanyan said to Ye Yunting with an unfriendly tone.

"Does the Prince intend to stand by and do nothing?"

Ye Yunting frowned deeply and looked at Yanyan coldly.

He remembered that she was a maidservant close to Chu Nanli, indeed loyal.

It couldn’t be ruled out that Chu Nanli was playing some trick.

"What is Chu Nanli causing now? Tell her, if she doesn’t admit her wrongs, she can forget about stepping out of the firewood room!" Ye Yunting said coldly.

Seeing Ye Yunting’s reaction, Yanyan felt disbelief, followed by a sense of helplessness and indignation on behalf of Chu Nanli.

"Your Highness, you’re overthinking it; the Princess Consort would not joke about her own life."

"Believe it or not, that’s up to you, but Ye Yi has already gone to fight the fire, and I’m just informing you."

"Now that the house has almost completely burned down, even if you go now, you might not be able to see the Princess Consort for the last time!" Yanyan said coldly.

As much as she emotionally didn’t want to believe it, rationally she felt that Chu Nanli was probably dead in the fire by now.

After all, by the time she arrived, the fire had already spread, and the firewood room was nearly destroyed.

Even someone made of iron couldn’t withstand such a massive fire.

"What did you say?" Ye Yunting lifted Yanyan by the neck, his tone filled with grinding teeth.

"I said you’ll never see the Princess Consort again! Are you happy now?" Yanyan looked at Ye Yunting as she shouted, unafraid of death.

She hated Ye Yunting, because if it weren’t for him, the Princess Consort wouldn’t have suffered so much.

Ye Yunting’s breath caught sharply, irritation inside him avalanching, flooding through him and spreading to his entire body, tightening his chest and making it hard to breathe.

"You’re lying!"

Ye Yunting, with a nearly crazed look in his eyes, throttled Yanyan’s neck.

"Chu Nanli sent you here, didn’t she!" Yanyan felt like her neck would be crushed, unable to breathe at all.

She attempted to speak, but Ye Yunting seemed to give her no chance to talk, his grip tightening to almost full strength.

She struggled desperately, tears welling up in her eyes.

When Ye Yi arrived at the scene, this is what he saw.

"Prince, please calm your rage!"

He reached out to pry Ye Yunting’s hands off but couldn’t budge them.

"Prince, please let go. Lady Yanyan is not lying, it was I who sent her to deliver the message."

"The firewood storage really caught fire!"

With a "bang"—

Yanyan was thrown to the ground harshly.

"What did you say?" Ye Yunting’s eyes widened.

"I said, the firewood storage truly caught fire!"

As soon as these words left his mouth, Ye Yunting, like an arrow released from a bow, dashed towards the direction of the firewood storage, quickly disappearing from view.

Yanyan collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air in huge gulps.

Ye Yi looked at Yanyan, her face purplish-red, then at the departing Ye Yunting, clenched his teeth, and instead of following, he first helped Yanyan get up.

Yanyan stood up shakily, her tear-filled eyes looking blurrily at Ye Yi.

"Was the fire put out?"

"And the Princess Consort, how is she?"

She asked urgently, still struggling to catch her breath.

Ye Yi, seeing Yanyan’s anxious expression, let out a deep sigh, unsure of how to break the news to her.

Yanyan watched him closely for his reaction.

Seeing his expression, she knew Chu Nanli had not been rescued.

Her vision darkened, and she fainted.

"Yanyan!"

Ye Yi immediately panicked, picked Yanyan up, and rushed to find a doctor.

When Ye Yunting arrived at the firewood storage at full speed, the fire had already been extinguished, leaving only a pile of ashes, and some unburnt wooden remnants.

The servants were busy putting out the remaining fire and tidying up the ruins, so busy that they didn’t notice him.

For a moment, Ye Yunting’s mind went blank.

He grabbed a servant who was sweeping up the ashes and demanded fiercely, "Where is the Princess Consort?"

The servant, frightened, quickly dropped his broom.

"Your Highness, I did not see the Princess Consort!"

Ye Yunting stared at him, as if questioning whether he was lying.

The servant, terrified by the coldness in Ye Yunting’s eyes, shivered and quickly explained, "Prince, spare my life, I truly didn’t see the Princess Consort. By the time I arrived here, the building was almost gone, the flames were so fierce that they reddened half the sky... I’m afraid the Princess Consort..."

Before he could finish, Ye Yunting released his grip, his body staggering backward as if he might collapse to the ground.

"Your Highness!"

The servant was startled and hurried to support Ye Yunting, only to be pushed away.

"Don’t touch this prince!"

Ye Yunting clutched at his chest, feeling a smothering discomfort, as if his heart were being sliced with knives, an unbearable pain.

Memories seemed to surge forward, threatening to break from his mind as darkness came over his vision in waves.

"Yunting brother!"

Lin Fuying came over and saw Ye Yunting clutching his chest, his complexion deathly pale.