The officer recognized the princess' car emblem.

He stepped forward and explained the situation.

"It was clear from the investigation that it was the charcoal fire that burned too vigorously, igniting the mattresses in the house, and the fire spread too fast. Some people ran out, but there was one deceased, an old man named Luzhu."

"Someone from Yizhuang will come to pick him up later. What else does Her Royal Highness need to do in a humble position? Just tell me."

Gu Nuo'er's dark eyes were filled with sadness.

She looked at Qi Jingsheng's figure, and said in a low voice, "No more, it's hard for you, I'll find someone to take over the rest."

"You don't have to come to tell the people of Yizhuang. Grandma Luzhu was my friend during her lifetime. I will find someone to take her on the last ride."

The officials and messengers cupped their hands together: "Yes."

Gu Nuoer walked to Qi Jingsheng's side.

Neither of them held umbrellas, letting the fluttering raindrops fall on them.

She squatted down and looked at the palm of Qi Jingsheng's exposed palm, which was completely burnt black, and the skin on the outside had fallen off, revealing bright red flesh.

There were about three or four cuts on his face, and although the blood didn't bleed, the injuries were unbearable to witness.

"Brother Jingsheng, can I find someone to help you deal with the wound first?" Gu Nuoer pressed her throat and asked softly.

Qi Jingsheng shook his head as if he had lost his soul.

"Princess..." He had already shouted hoarsely: "I can see it, but unfortunately it was at the last moment. When I rushed over, my grandmother was dead."

"I have found her, but I still can't save her. Why am I blind, why can't I be earlier, why am I going out today."

"If I hadn't left, wouldn't my grandmother be dead?"

He questioned himself repeatedly.

Gu Nuo'er couldn't bear to hear it.

Her voice was crying: "It's a good thing to be able to see. The green bamboo mama has a spirit in the sky and will be happy for you."

Because of her words, Qi Jingsheng held back tears for a long time, and finally broke out.

He leaned on his side, fell on Gu Nuo'er's shoulder and cried.

"Before my grandmother died, I couldn't even eat the cakes I made myself. I finally saw what she looked like, and she was as kind as I imagined in my mind."

"But why let me watch her die in the fire with my own eyes, if my grandmother can survive, I'd rather be blind for the rest of my life!"

Hearing Qi Jingsheng's helpless cry, the surrounding neighbors couldn't help showing pity.

Two clear tears fell on Gu Nuo'er's white and tender cheeks.

Her jet-black hair feathers have long been stained with crystal raindrops.

The little girl reached out and patted Qi Jingsheng's back lightly.

"I'm sorry brother Jingsheng, I don't know how to comfort you, but if you feel uncomfortable, just cry and I will accompany you."

Qi Jingsheng's sorrowful cry made this late autumn even more desolate.

When he gradually recovered, Gu Nuoer asked the guards who came with her to take him to a nearby house to settle down.

That house was one of the properties of the second prince, and when he heard that his sister needed it, he gave it to her immediately.

Gu Nuoer asked the imperial doctor to give Qi Jingsheng medicine.

On Ning Chudie's side, the little girl did not forget to arrange for someone to tell her not to worry.

She also comforted the servant cook who served Qi Jingsheng and the others before.

"God's will is impermanent. If the house is gone, you can have it again, as long as you are safe and sound."

By the time everyone was settled, it was already night and the autumn rain had ceased.

Gu Nuoer boarded the carriage and was about to return to the palace.