The maid had no choice but to be bold and use a poker to brush Princess Zhaorong's hair down.
After a while, everyone's noses smelled a burning smell, like something was burnt.
Princess Zhaorong frowned and said displeasedly: "Where's the smell coming from!"
Suddenly, a maid pointed at Princess Zhaorong's hair and exclaimed.
"It's not good! It's not good! The princess's hair is on fire!"
Hearing this, Princess Zhaorong and the maid who used the tongs were all shocked.
It turned out that the tongs were too hot and actually burned the ends of Princess Zhaorong's hair.
The maids saw a tent of fire burning from the end of their hair upwards, and they shouted in unison.
Princess Zhaorong felt a burning sensation on her neck. She was furious. She raised her hand and hit the maid who was using the tongs hard.
She exerted all her strength in this palm, and there was only a "click" sound. The girl's chest ribs were broken, her body flew backwards, vomiting blood, and fell to the ground, motionless, not knowing whether she was alive or dead.
All the maids did not care to see whether the maid was alive or dead, they were all eager to help Princess Zhaorong put out the fire.
Some people fanned her with fans, and some covered her with clothes, leaving Princess Zhaorong in a state of embarrassment. However, the flames grew bigger and bigger, spreading upwards, and the burning smell became heavier and heavier.
Finally, a maid was smart enough to rush out and bring a basin of water, and splashed it at Princess Zhaorong.
The flames finally went out.
But Princess Zhaorong's proud long hair was burned to pieces. It originally looked like a black and shiny satin, but now the satin has turned into a rag.
The air was filled with the burnt smell.
Princess Zhaorong's hair was dripping wet, and her body was covered with burnt hair.
Her eyes were wide open, staring at the polished bronze mirror. She could hardly believe that the person in the mirror who looked like a bald-tailed pheasant was herself.
"Ah!" She let out a shrill and angry scream, grabbed the mirror and threw it hard on the ground.
"This ugly monster is not me! It's not me! How can I still have the nerve to see my cousin the emperor when I look like this! He will definitely dislike my face and my hair! Ah! I don't have the nerve to see my cousin anymore!"
Princess Zhaorong collapsed and screamed. She grabbed things in the room and smashed them, and beat people she caught.
The maids were all so frightened that they knelt down and allowed her to beat and scold her. No one dared to dodge.
"Princess, who made you unhappy?"
Just when Princess Zhaorong was furious, a deep and sweet man's voice suddenly sounded from the door of the room.
Upon hearing this sound, Princess Zhaorong, who was smashing things desperately, froze as if her acupuncture points were tapped.
She was holding a vase in her hand, slowly turned around and looked at the door of the room.
All the maids also secretly followed Princess Zhaorong's gaze, because this man's voice was so pleasant and moving.
A fiery red figure came into view.
The robe on his body was blown by the wind and fluttered in the air, like a burning flame. He had an evil smile on his face, and his facial features were extraordinary, like the legendary blood-bathed elf, but his eyes were filled with tears. Ice cold.
When all the maids met his eyes, their hearts suddenly trembled, their bodies trembled slightly, they lowered their heads involuntarily, and no longer dared to look into his eyes.
This man was filled with an indescribable smell of danger. When he appeared, the temperature in the room seemed to drop a bit.