Miss Truth
Chapter 148 - 94 Blood-Filled Clothes_2

Chapter 148: Chapter 94 Blood-Filled Clothes_2

Ge Lan cried for a long time, until even a hoarse voice could no longer emerge; only then did she dry her tears, sit upright on her knees, and performed a deep bow towards Ran Yan with all due solemnity.

"I have told you the truth about this matter. It is entirely up to you to stay or leave," Ran Yan said, looking at her and enunciating each word. "If you want to expose me, then go ahead, but I want to say that I am not your timid wife, nor will I submit to adversity."

Ge Lan pursed her lips tightly, lowered her eyes to spread out a new piece of paper, thought for a moment, and wrote: Since fate has allowed you to take my lady’s place and continue to live, I have no grudges against you and will definitely not harm you. I only ask to stay by your side.

Her pen paused for a second before she continued to write: To avenge my lady.

Without much thought, Ge Lan knew how her lady had died. That Mrs. Gao had always been scheming to kill her lady. Through relentless plotting, she finally succeeded!

Ever since Ge Lan was sent to the Ran residence, her fate became tightly bound to the legitimate daughter of the Ran family. At first, protecting Ran Yan was out of necessity. Mrs. Gao was cautious, never trusting others lightly, and was also a shrewd woman. If Ge Lan wanted to pledge loyalty to Mrs. Gao and if she hid her talents, she could only ever be a lowly maid by Mrs. Gao’s side. If not, with Mrs. Gao’s nature, the moment she secured the position of Lady, she would surely not tolerate Ge Lan.

Ran Yan was the legitimate daughter of the Ran family, and moreover, her mother was from the noble Zhengs of Xingyang. To support such a highborn lady was more promising and easier than submitting to Mrs. Gao.

These were all future considerations, but the most important thing was that when Ge Lan began to think about the future, she had already been following Ran Yan for over three years. Although Ran Yan was timid, she never acted superior towards her maids. She was good-natured, very trusting in Ge Lan, and dependent on her. From any perspective, Ge Lan had no reason to betray her.

However, having been inseparable for over a decade, and up to this day, Ge Lan was no longer protecting Ran Yan just for her own interests. Though nominally master and servant, they were more like sisters in reality.

Ge Lan performed another deep bow towards Ran Yan, requesting to stay.

"Very well," Ran Yan said, her gaze turning towards the dark rainy night outside, her voice carrying a slight chill. "I will not interfere with how you deal with Mrs. Gao. When necessary, I will provide help. This is the compensation I owe for using her body. But remember, your lady’s death has nothing to do with me. If one day I find out you’ve done something harmful to me, don’t blame me for being ruthless... I am not one for scheming, but if I want someone dead, they have no chance of surviving."

Ge Lan watched Ran Yan’s silhouette, a complex look flashing through her eyes. The lady before her was, and also wasn’t, the lady she knew. The lady she understood would never speak such confident and resolute words.

After a moment of silence, Ge Lan wrote two sentences on paper and handed it to Ran Yan, respectfully performed a bow, got up, and returned the writing utensils to their original place. Then, she quietly stepped into the side room.

Ran Yan unfolded the paper. The first sentence read: You are a person worthy of my respect. The second sentence read: Lady, please rest early.

It wasn’t respect but awe, wasn’t it? For someone like Ge Lan, if you can’t make her pledge loyalty and can’t justify killing her, then the only option is to suppress her until she is subdued. Ran Yan slightly curled her lips, rolled the paper into a tube, and ignited it in the lantern before pulling it out. As the light brightened, Ran Yan squinted at it, her dark eyes reflecting the flickering flames.

The mountain wind swept up the ashes, scattering them into the night rain.

After sitting quietly for a while, Ran Yan tightened the satin dress around her and, holding the lantern, returned to the bedroom.

The moment Ran Yan set foot in the inner chamber, she immediately sensed a familiar, sweet, metallic scent.

Blood!

She quickly withdrew her foot, hastened back to the door, and had hardly taken two or three steps when a cold, weak voice came from inside the room. "Don’t be afraid, it’s me."

Ran Yan exhaled slightly and once again entered. On reentering the chamber, the smell of blood was stronger, filling the whole room. She frowned slightly; she understood the human body better than anyone, and to produce such a strong smell of blood, a lot must have been lost.

"How did you get hurt again?" Ran Yan asked, her tone light as she lit the lamp beside the bed. Despite her anticipation, she was still startled by the sight that greeted her when she turned around.

Su Fu, dressed in black, sat with his sword by the window, his body covered in cuts from blades, soaked with blood, his clothing clinging to his strong frame, outlining each muscle. A pool of blood had already formed beneath him. His flawless face had no major wounds, but it was terrifyingly pale, and his normally bright blue eyes were lifeless.

Ran Yan knelt beside him to check his wounds.

Suddenly, Su Fu laughed, his voice hoarse but unfettered, as if he had obtained liberation and redemption. Ran Yan looked up in surprise to see that amidst his pale face bloomed a smile of unparalleled beauty, existing between darkness and light, mesmerizing to behold.

Ran Yan furrowed her brows. "Who did this to you?"

Ran Yan couldn’t accept it; she hadn’t even seen this flawless body with her own eyes before someone had inflicted such damage. Whoever destroyed this beauty deserved to die a thousand deaths.

"I am free!" Su Fu laughed hysterically, causing some of his wounds that had stopped bleeding to ooze blood again.

Ran Yan went out to fetch a basin of water, took a box of medicinal herbs from a corner of the room, and quickly began to undo Su Fu’s clothing. She dipped a piece of folded white cloth in water to wipe off the blood on his body, splashed alcohol on the wounds while wiping, and soon cleaned up the upper half of his body. She swiftly disinfected the major wounds with alcohol, then stitched them up, and after cleaning, applied medicinal ointment and wrapped them in clean white cloth strips.

Next, without a second thought, Ran Yan began to remove Su Fu’s trousers. As she loosened the belt, her wrist was tightly grasped by a large hand. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to cast your recommendation ticket and monthly ticket at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation.)