The Prime Minister Seduced Me to have Babies!-Chapter 676: Playing Dead
The carriage jolted heavily, and Yun Jiao woke up not long after leaving the city.
At the moment she regained consciousness, she didn’t open her eyes, nor did she move recklessly; instead, she kept her eyes closed and sensed everything around her.
The jolting beneath her made her realize she was in a carriage. She thoughtfully felt around and found that the dagger she kept in her boot was gone; it seemed she had been searched while unconscious.
Her fingers moved slightly; the Lotus Ring on her left hand’s middle finger was still there, which reassured her a lot.
She thought about it; rather than opening her eyes and being knocked out again, she might as well continue pretending to be unconscious, at least she could gather more information.
With this thought, she tried to keep her breathing at a very steady rhythm.
She didn’t know how long it had been when the carriage stopped.
The masked man leaped out first, and the woman carefully carried Yun Jiao off the carriage.
Yan Beichen was pacing anxiously in the courtyard, and when he saw the carriage coming in, his heart raced with excitement.
He saw the masked man jump down from the carriage, then watched the woman carry Yun Jiao down.
Yan Beichen was overjoyed and quickly stepped forward to take Yun Jiao from the woman’s hands. He instructed, "Clean up the traces carefully." With that, he walked briskly toward the house carrying Yun Jiao.
The room was exquisitely arranged.
This place was meticulously set up by Yan Beichen over the course of half a year.
Underfoot was jade flooring, and in the room was a white ivory bed.
Beside the ivory bed was a tall red coral ornament.
The bed was covered with a bright red brocade quilt, enveloped with a canopy of red gauze like smoke and mist.
Yan Beichen lowered his head to glance at the closed-eyed Yun Jiao, unable to suppress the joy in his heart, and carefully placed her on the ivory bed.
The beauty lay on the ivory bed, her skin almost the same color as the ivory.
And the red gauze lightly reflected a faint blush on the beauty’s face.
Yan Beichen looked obsessively at the person on the bed, and although he was usually impatient, he found himself no longer hurried.
This kidnapping was personally planned by him; he calculated precisely how the people would cooperate, how they would leave, and even had rehearsed with them twice beforehand.
Although he wasn’t entirely satisfied with their cooperation, there was no choice; Yun Jiao’s wedding was approaching, and if he didn’t take action now, it would be too late.
He used to never care if the women he brought to the mansion had been with others. Sometimes, other men’s wives even excited him more.
But not Yun Jiao; thinking of her becoming the Young Master’s wife, sharing the bed with him, filled him with a jealousy that drove him almost mad.
He had to take the risk and act today, thankful that the operation went smoothly without errors, successfully bringing her back.
He sat by the bed for a while, admiring her, before slowly leaning down with a face full of infatuation.
Although Yun Jiao kept her eyes closed, unable to see anything, she felt a scorching aura and somebody’s rapid breathing getting closer and closer.
Her hand quietly slid down along her clothes, finding an embroidery needle on her dress. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and swiftly aimed the embroidery needle at Yan Beichen’s face.
Yan Beichen was only an inch away from her.
Yun Jiao’s hand swept over, and Yan Beichen instinctively leaned his head back.
The embroidery needle gently grazed Yan Beichen’s cheek, leaving a thin scratch with a trace of blood.
Following that, Yun Jiao pressed under the Lotus Ring on her left hand, and countless hair-thin needles shot out from the lotus like a net, enveloping Yan Beichen.
