Over here.
Lan Qingyou ignored the performers.
She floated over to the camp where the Old Emperor was staying.
It was already late at night.
But the Old Emperor hadn't gone to bed.
In fact, ever since his illegitimate son had made such a blunder, he hadn't slept much.
Well... at least, that was how it seemed on the surface.
In reality, the occupation of the Imperial Capital had left him with so much more to deal with that he couldn't find the time or peace of mind for a good night's sleep.
Today was no different.
Lan Qingyou's arrival had kept him tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
The gathering of the nobles' private troops, Lan Qingyou's departure at their head...
As time went by, he became even less able to sleep.
So he simply gave up and waited for news in his tent.
Before long, he heard several loud booms coming from the Imperial Capital.
Then flames shot up into the sky.
Hadn't they agreed to preserve most of the buildings in the Imperial Capital?
Why was there a fire!?
Even under normal circumstances, a fire of this scale would be a serious matter for the Imperial Capital.
Let alone now, when no one was even inside!?
"Quick, organize the mages and—"
The anxious Old Emperor was about to order an attendant to find someone when a black speck appeared in the distant flames, growing larger as it approached.
A closer look.
Who else could it be but Lan Qingyou?
Since Lan Qingyou had returned, then...
"Lord Lan Qingyou, how did things go over there?"
Although he already had a guess, the Old Emperor still wanted to hear her say it.
Only then could he feel at ease.
"Don't worry, old man. That thing's gone. Completely."
Lan Qingyou