After the Peach Blossom No. set off, Ning Ruyue had been feeling extremely anxious. She had read the passenger manual back and forth several times, and knew every rule by heart—more seriously than she ever did back in the Qin Academy.
Unlike the Second Prince, the Wangxu were a bunch of madmen.
Anti-government and anti-society, they could plan a terrorist attack anytime, anywhere, without a care for the number of innocent people who would perish in the attack.
Moreover, the current train master had already verified that the Peach Blossom No. had been bombed 5 times.
In her opinion, it was very likely that the Wangxu would do something like this.
"Can you stop pacing around the room?"
Jiuyue was somewhat annoyed by Ning Ruyue's anxious pacing, and she gently patted the space beside her, gesturing for the other to sit down next to her.
"But Teacher Jiuyue, sob—"
Ning Ruyue's mouth was stuffed with mock chicken; the spicy taste stimulated her taste buds.
