Xiaoyun had already moved plenty of firewood over, all piled up outside the room where Granny Wan was being held captive.
The room was silent; at this late hour, Granny Wan had long been fast asleep.
The door was locked with a large iron lock. If the fire really started, she would surely not escape death.
Because she was nervous, Xiaoyun struck the flint several times without igniting a spark.
She cursed under her breath, and finally managed to strike a spark.
But just as she was about to start the fire, she heard a noise behind her.
"Who's there?"
Xiaoyun turned sharply, looked around suspiciously but did not hear any other sounds.
Could it have been her imagination?
Indeed, the courtyard where Granny Wan was imprisoned truly was the most secluded spot in the War King Residence; even the guards on patrol rarely came this way.
If Lin Fuying's plan to kill and cover up her tracks were to be carried out, it indeed had a great chance of succeeding.