"What are you preparing gasoline for again?" Lan Yue suddenly looked up. She couldn't understand — hadn't this woman burned enough roses yesterday?
Ou Lan glanced back at her and smiled, "Today, we're not digging up flowers. There are so many that digging would tire the workers out. We'll just burn them directly."
Lan Yue objected, "No way. It's too windy today. Setting fire to the Rose Garden could start a wildfire."
Ou Lan said nothing, deliberately shattered a glass, and picked up a shard, "It's so boring being trapped in this castle. If we don't burn flowers, let's play at self-destruction." She smiled sweetly at Lan Yue, "Want to join?"
"You!" Knowing full well she was being threatened, Lan Yue could do nothing. Mr. Lan had said yesterday that no matter what she did, they should comply, as long as she didn't harm herself.
So ultimately, Lan Yue resigned herself to agree, "Fine, have breakfast first. After breakfast, I'll have people move the gasoline over."
