Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

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Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom

It seemed that light and shadow shuttled in and sprinkled above her eyes.

Jing Jiaren moved her body, the rumbling sound became louder, and her hair was gently raised.

"Ximen Longting...don't!"

She murmured a few times, opened her eyes suddenly, and woke up.

Where is this, why is the ground moving?

She slept on a small wooden art bed, next to the window.The window panes were open, the curtains were flying slightly, and outside were vertical palace lanterns, passing by one after another.

Jing Jiaren frowned slightly, the lights and shadows that had been brushing past her eyes were the lights outside, right?

She looked around her surroundings, it seemed to be a small living room, with sofa, coffee table, bookcase, TV, all the equipment that should be available.

There is even an exquisite tea set on the bedside table, a delicious afternoon tea, and an open book.

It was as if she had just read an interesting story and fell asleep from exhaustion.

Woohoo, boom——

The siren was still sounding, and the ground was shaking. Jing Jiaren suddenly realized that she was not in the room, but in a section of the carriage?

Because of the limited space, although luxuriously furnished, it is narrow and the layout is strange.

The seats and beds in the compartment are all made of mahogany, the wood is polished very finely, the color is elegant, and it is matched with typical Scottish fabrics, colorful and comfortable cushions, creating the taste of British high society.

Jing Jiaren poked her head out to look, and sure enough, she was in a green train.

Sections of dark green carriages are old-fashioned designs from the last century.

I don't know if this is a very long tunnel?

Although there were lights outside, the landscape in the distance was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

Moreover, although the window was open, Jing Jiaren didn't feel cold.

There is not much wind here.

"Miss, don't move around, be careful of falling." A voice with an English accent appeared next to her ear.

Jing Jiaren was startled when she saw a maid.

This servant was wearing a very luxurious French servant outfit, with a square turban on his head, and his expression was a bit rigid.

When was she standing beside her, why didn't she know?

"Miss, it's not stable in the train, it's better for you to sit down."

"Where's Ximen Longting?" Jing Jiaren blurted out, "Where did you put him...and my child!?"

She remembered clearly, being ambushed suddenly in the forest, and then falling through the hole...

Then he passed out after inhaling cigarettes.

This servant called her Eldest Miss, and she was supposed to be from the East Palace—it was not wrong.

"Young master woke up first, I'll have someone take him to be breastfed." The servant stood beside the bed, fiddling with the tea set, made a cup of tea and said, "Mr. Ximen is in the next bedroom, and he is still awake."

Jing Jiaren frowned, questioning what the servant said, everything here felt weird to her.

They were arrested, would they be so kind to tell her where Ximen Longting was?

Jing Jiaren couldn't care less and walked towards the car door in big strides.

The servant followed with a tea set, and kindly reminded: "Miss, it's the carriage door on the right, you're going in the wrong direction."

Jing Jiaren didn't believe it. Opening the door of this carriage, it was a train restaurant...

The conductor stood by the door, as polite and courteous as a Buckingham Palace waiter.