Miss Truth
Chapter 124 - 79 Ge Lan, I Remember You for Her_2

Chapter 124: Chapter 79 Ge Lan, I Remember You for Her_2

Ran Yan recognized her instantly—it was Ge Lan!

"Ge Lan!" Ran Yan heard herself cry out in alarm.

The image seemed to be shattered by the cry, fragmenting instantly.

"Wife! Wife!"

Ran Yan slowly opened her eyes and saw Wan Lu’s face full of urgency, ceaselessly pushing her.

"The Wife has awakened!" Wan Lu heaved a sigh of relief, slumped in the carriage, looking somewhat pale and unsightly. She averted her eyes and reached out to the side table to pour a cup of water for Ran Yan, watched her drink it all, and hesitated to speak for a long moment.

Ran Yan furrowed her brows and in a hoarse voice said, "Why are you also imitating Sang Chen? Speak if you have something to say! Don’t suffocate yourself!"

Ran Yan understood Wan Lu’s nature—she was someone who spoke her mind, daring in her actions. It was the first time she had shown such an expression.

"Wife, did you dream about Ge Lan?" Wan Lu asked tentatively.

Ran Yan hummed in affirmation.

Seeing that her expression was indifferent, Wan Lu felt somewhat relieved and continued, "Wife, did you remember things from the past?"

"Did I really lose my memory?" Ran Yan looked at Wan Lu.

Wan Lu gazed back at Ran Yan for a while, seeing that there truly was no strangeness, and then bravely said, "It wasn’t exactly amnesia. You still remember many things from the past, just not Yin Wanwan and Ge Lan. Once, Lord Ran Wen privately inquired, and you complained of a headache and fainted within seconds. Since then, nobody in the house dares mention Yin Wanwan and Ge Lan."

Ran Yan did recall a portion, and in her dream, she could still vividly feel that the person she trusted the most was not the blundering Wan Lu but that Ge Lan.

It was indeed not in vain to trust someone who would risk themselves for their master.

"I still can’t remember everything. Tell me, what kind of person was Ge Lan?" Ran Yan admired the devoted maid and didn’t want to forget her.

Upon mentioning Ge Lan, Wan Lu’s face was filled with grief and regret, "She was cunning, seasoned in handling affairs, sometimes even more meticulous than Madam Xing. Everything in the courtyard used to be managed through consultations between her and Madam Xing. When she was here, we could even hold our ground against Lady Gao. Though life was hard, we were never bullied, and we never lacked food or clothing. All the people in the main house respected you."

Ran Yan was stunned; no wonder Lady Gao, who had been in the family for many years, only managed to successfully dispose of her, the bothersome legitimate daughter, to the manor two years ago. It turns out that she had a Think Tank by her side.

After careful recollection, the Ge Lan she saw in her dream was probably around seventeen or eighteen, beautiful and dignified, "At what age did she come to be by my side? And at what age did she deal with Lady Gao for me?"

"Wife, there were initially two nursemaids by your side: one was Madam Xing, and the other was Ge Lan’s mother, Madam Jade. Madam Jade was released by you to marry someone else, and later she passed away after a serious illness. Their family has been declining ever since Madam Jade’s death. Originally being farmers, their life became increasingly difficult. They ended up facing extreme deprivation, and her husband then thought of Ran’s estate, volunteering to send Ge Lan to serve as your slave. That year, you were four, and she was six." Wan Lu seemed lost in memories, murmuring, "I was only four and a half that year, I don’t remember much; it was later when chatting with Ge Lan that I heard this."

Ran Yan listened quietly, without interruption.

Ran Yan no longer rejected those memories, and Wan Lu was pleased, talking a lot. Her phoenix eyes curved slightly with a smile, "Ge Lan used to mock me, saying that as a child I always had a runny nose and liked to mess up my hair buns. In our clan school, I often fought with the boys’ servants. But I don’t remember any of it at all, it surely was her making it all up."

Ran Yan took a sip of water and laughed, "What she said was probably true. Even now, I can see traces of your past self."

"Wife, you are making fun of me again," Wan Lu pouted discontentedly.

Hearing Wan Lu speak, Ran Yan formed a rough outline in her mind.

Ge Lan and Wan Lu, both were Ran Yan’s personal maids. Wan Lu was probably a companion chosen for her by Lady Zheng, a servant relationship nurtured from a young age, much more reliable than one acquired midway. Ge Lan, on the other hand, was an unexpected addition.

It had only been a few years since Lady Zheng’s death, and many servants in Ran’s estate were those she had brought from Xingyang Zheng’s household. These servants, steeped in the manners of such a large clan, all had their own tactics to some extent. It took Lady Gao five years to systematically remove them.

During these five years, Lady Gao did not dare be reckless. Whether to appease Ran Wen, to maintain outward appearances, or to deceive the servants from Xingyang Zheng’s household, she had to play the role of a virtuous wife and good mother. She had to show twelve points of enthusiasm in treating Ran Yan.

Therefore, if Ran Yan had wanted to take a little girl less than ten years old as her maid at the time, Lady Gao would have thoughtfully arranged for Ge Lan to be placed in her service—nothing surprising about that. She just didn’t expect that this six-year-old girl would delay her plans for many years.

"Ge Lan was tactful even as a child. She clearly disliked Lady Gao, but every time she saw her, she was sweeter than honey, diligently serving tea and water. At that time, I didn’t understand and even thought she wanted to suck up to Lady Gao, so I messed up her hair bun several times," Wan Lu said with a hint of sadness in her voice.

Ran Yan looked down at the cup in her hands, watching the water ripple with the movement of the carriage, feeling both disdain and pity for the original owner of her body.

After a catastrophe, due to her own weakness and cowardice, she effortlessly forgot the two people who were the most important in her life, as serene as still water.

One was someone who gave her everything, schemed for a foothold in Ran’s estate for her, and ultimately paid with her life; the other was her only friend for over ten years, the only one who could bring her joy, someone she trusted, and the one who needed her support in the direst moments of disaster...

"People really shouldn’t be weak," Ran Yan murmured.

A person can be humble, may not be smart, may be cautious, but they must be strong.

If the original owner had been just a little braver, a little stronger, perhaps Ge Lan would not have had to die leading enemies away, and even if Yin Wanwan could not escape her death in the end, her soul wouldn’t have been wounded so terribly that she had to take her own life as atonement.

Weakness is not a fault, Ran Yan cast no blame, but she firmly grasped the cup in her hand and thought to herself, Ge Lan, let me remember you for her.

This was the biggest repayment she could offer for borrowing her body. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, we welcome you to visit Qidian to cast your recommendation ticket and monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)