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

"Leave this matter to me."

"I've said it now, just to discuss it together...you can't put him in jail," Jing Jiaren said firmly, "I'm still waiting for them to give us clues to find my mother."

Ximen Longting glanced at her: "You still can't understand after talking so much? Your life experience is just a bait for them to lure you into the bait."

"..."

"Don't expect them to help you find your mother. You have to trust me and listen to me."

"Yes, Miss Jing," Wilson said, "this time the young master had a direct confrontation with him. They are afraid that the young master will investigate them, so they must be preparing to run away. If they don't arrest them now, it will be too late."

Jing Jiaren hesitated for a moment: "Then catch it."

"Finally enlightened." Ximen Longting stroked her head appreciatively.

"No matter what you do with him when you catch him, you have to ask me first."

"Row."

"Also, could he be looking for me for that treasure?" Jing Jiaren asked after a moment of silence.

Ximen Longting took the bowl and simply drank the soup by himself.

"Master, do you still remember the legend of Master Donggong?" Wilson interrupted and asked.

"..."

"The legend of Master Donggong? What's going on?" Jing Jiaren asked.

"It is said that he is not dead, and he has hidden countless treasures somewhere in the world..." Wilson observed Ximen Longting's face, and said something.

Originally, Jing Jiaren knew about the deeds of the East Palace, but she forgot because of amnesia.

Ximen Longting responded dully: "

"Then Gong Zihua is the person next to this master of the East Palace? - There is a palace in his name, and he knows so much about what happened 20 years ago. Gong Zihua approached me because of this treasure." Jing Jia analyzed clearly "That's why I'm not afraid of them hurting me... If they want to hurt me, there's no need to wait now."

Ximen Longting's thin lips curled into an arc, his eyes looked deep, and he didn't answer.

Jing Jiaren continued: "But if it's Master Donggong, why didn't Master Donggong show up?"

Ximen Longting narrowed his eyes.

"From the content of the conversation I overheard, Gong Zihua doesn't want to be at the mercy of Master Donggong, but the necklace on his neck probably won't open..."

Ximen Longting's gaze caught sight of the love chain on Jing Jiaren's ankle.

Although this method is Master Ximen's approach...

But Master Donggong is also from the past, so it's not surprising that he would do this.

"Now Gong Zihua wants me to help him find the treasure in private? Without telling Master Donggong? That means they are not in harmony."

Wilson nodded and agreed, "Miss Jing's reasoning is correct."

Ximen Longting took another sip of winter melon soup lightly, as elegant as tasting wine.

When he heard about the treasure, he already thought of the East Palace...

"Also, my strangest point, is this Donggong family related to me? Why did they find me? Could it be that my mother is in their hands?" Jing Jiaren raised her foot and stroked the chain on it, "After I lost my memory , I’ve been wearing this anklet all the time. I’ve tried it, but it can’t be opened by any means…”

Ximen Longting's eyes were deep, staring at her fair ankle.

"There is also one on Gong Zihua's neck. Is it similar to mine?"

Wilson glanced at Ximen Longting in surprise, probably because he didn't expect Jing Jiaren to deduce so many past events based on his deduction.