Wang Yingluo had yet to understand what Fu Rong intended to do when the paper in her bosom was already snatched away.
She jumped up to fight for it, but in the next moment, the firestarter ignited the thin sheet of paper!
"Don't!"
She desperately reached out to hit it.
But the flames flared up too quickly.
In the blink of an eye, the words she had painstakingly written turned to ashes.
"What are you doing! You foot-washing maid! You did it on purpose, you resent me for ordering you around, you are committing a crime against the Emperor, you have ruined everything, the Emperor will have you punished!"
Wang Yingluo screamed hysterically.
She could never have imagined that Fu Rong would have the nerve to burn those "confidential" documents she had written.
The Emperor hadn't seen them yet, if the Emperor had seen them, he surely wouldn't let her die.
