Mr. Ximen often dreams about JANE, thinking about her every day and dreaming about her every night.
However, he rarely dreams about what JANE asks him to do...the kind of dream that has a meaning.
After waking up, he frowned and felt that this dream was more like a "dream", so he told Vic about it.
[JANE asked me to see Fanny, what does this dream mean? 】
[Master, today is the death anniversary of the Fourth Madam.]
Ximen Fenglie had several wives, Fanny was the fourth, and Ximen Longying’s mother was the fifth.
[Did Ms. JANE ask you to meet the Fourth Madam to help with the mystery of her disappearance? 】
Ximen Fenglie's handsome face tensed up, his feet in high riding boots stepped on the stirrups, he raised his whip high and drove!
The stopped back, the incomparable dignity...
Mr. Ximen hasn’t left the Central Castle for a long time!
When those old servants saw him, Master Ximen was still as young and heroic after so many years, and they almost mistakenly thought that this was Ximen Longting——
Of course, if they hadn't just watched Ximen Longting pass by.
Moreover, the fierceness of Ximen Fenglie's body and the endless blood in his eyes were exactly the same as the person he once was.
It's him——
Ximen Fenglie.
A man who was once very popular and fascinated countless ladies and nobles.
When the old servants saw him passing by, they knelt on the ground and watched with eager eyes as the horse's hooves flew away.
…
In the cabin.
Ximen Longting was walking holding Jing Jiaren's hand when he suddenly stepped on a pit accidentally.
The wooden floors were rotten due to age and no one taking care of them.
A piece of floor just cracked open...
Ximen Longting frowned, something flashed in his eyes, and he avoided it and moved forward.
His footsteps became very light, and he would not step on the cracked wooden boards.
Jing Jiaren accidentally stepped on a piece of floor...
"Jing Jiaren, watch carefully!"
"Sorry..." Jing Jiaren came back to her senses.
She didn't like to enter this kind of old house where people had died. Even though she was Ximen Longting's mother, she always had a creepy feeling. She kept looking around and was out of sorts.
After taking a few steps, he stepped on the floor again.
There was a hint of temper in Ximen Longting's voice: "Jing Jiaren!"
Jing Jiaren squeezed his hand: "I'm sorry, I'm a little nervous."
"..."
"Are you angry?" She felt his breath was a little cold, "Are you unhappy because I stepped on... the floor?"
"..."
She stepped on the floor twice in a row, and his voice was a little nervous.
Ximen Longting relaxed: "This house is very old, please be careful and don't hurt it."
Jing Jiaren's heart suddenly ached violently... Sure enough, in his heart, no matter how bad she did, Fanny was always his mother, and she held a very important position in his heart.
"Because Miss Fanny lived here for several years and passed away here...so, in your mind, are this house and her connected?"
Ximen Longting did not speak, but stepping lightly was the best answer.
"I won't hurt her anymore." Jing Jiaren squeezed his hand, "Can we go out and buy some tools to repair this old house?"
"Repaired ones are always patched! They are not original!"
"Then let's go out...it's really too old." It creaked when I walked on it.