Before being forced to get on the plane, Song Xiang tried to struggle twice. However, although these people were very polite to her, they were not ambiguous at all, and they carried her onto the plane in a few seconds.
On the plane, her hands and feet were tied up, and she didn't even have a chance to cause trouble.
The plane passed over the sea and I didn't know which direction it was going.
Song Xiang leaned on the seat, her mind was in a mess, and her heart was even more agitated.
She probably felt that the other person was not someone like Lin Cong, but she also had another fear.
Since these people were so polite to her, there was no guarantee that the people behind the scenes were not using her to make harsh articles. After all, she alone could not afford to offend a big shot who used helicopters to kidnap people.
I was thinking about it in a mess, and at dawn, the plane suddenly landed.
Song Xiang opened his eyes and looked down. Hidden among the endless woods and grasslands was a castle.
Where is this?
"Miss Song, we're here."
The people around her reminded her and untied the ropes around her hands and feet.
Song Xiang was a little confused, "Where is this?"
"Qincheng."
"What?" Song Xiang was shocked.
Qin City is more than a thousand kilometers away from the imperial capital. No one can find her here.
She had no time to delay, as several men around her kept urging her to leave.
The helicopter stopped in a huge square, surrounded by tall Roman columns, and the architectural style was also Nordic.
It took a long time to walk to the square. When we arrived at the main gate of the castle, the person next to us made a phone call, and the gate slowly opened.
"Please come this way."
The other party politely led her forward, which made Song Xiang even more confused.
The buildings along the way are all very exquisite, all gray and silver to the eye. In addition, the temperature in Qincheng is lower than that in the imperial capital, which makes Song Xiang feel that the surroundings are particularly cold.
Entering the main building, you are greeted by a sense of elegance, and the carpets under your feet are all rare Persian goods.
Song Xiang observed everything, the curiosity and doubt in her heart had reached the extreme. She really couldn't imagine what kind of big shot she had offended, and he was more particular about food and clothing than Yan Han.
Someone led her upstairs and opened a room for her.
As soon as she walked in, the people behind her were locked up.
If you turn around again, the door won't open.
To capture her all the way and just lock her up?
Song Xiang held his forehead, sat down on the sofa, and cursed in a low voice, "Unlucky."
Her hands had been tied for several hours. A lot of blood came out from the injured area, and then it started to turn purple. When the gauze was opened, her scalp was numb with pain.
I have no choice but to knock on the door.
Sure enough, someone was guarding outside. He opened the door and gave her a cold look, "Is something wrong?"
Song Xiang raised his hand, "I need medicine."
The other party glanced at her hand and hesitated for a moment.
"Hold on."
After saying that, he closed the door again.
Song Xiang sighed and paced back and forth at the door.
Not long after, the door opened again, and the other party actually found a doctor for her.
The door was closed again, and even the doctor was locked inside.
Song Xiang had a big head, so she tried to make a few words while the doctor was bandaging her wound, but the other party didn't say a word to her and was extremely stern.
After the bandage was finished, the doctor was about to go out when a sound suddenly came from outside.
"Ms. Bei, please don't embarrass us. The husband said no one can see her."
Song Xiang's eyes lit up. While the doctor was leaving, she walked to the door and took a look outside.
The woman had blond hair and a gentle smile. The moment Song Xiang looked out, she raised her head and smiled at her.