Miss Truth
Chapter 159 - 102: Sang 2 Rabbit Hits Hard

Chapter 159: Chapter 102: Sang 2 Rabbit Hits Hard

"Have your sisters witnessed this firsthand?" Ran Yan asked unhurriedly.

Huan Kong hesitated, "I don’t know."

"If you are even unaware of this, how can you be certain that what they said is true?" Autopsying was a solemn affair, and Ran Yan enjoyed the thrill of uncovering hidden causes of death, but put in another’s shoes, she couldn’t just take on tasks whenever a body appeared.

Helping Liu Pinrang was because it was to her benefit; with gains came losses. She occasionally wanted to benefit from the support of that mountain, so what did sacrificing a bit of her reputation matter? The Tang Dynasty was not a time when a woman’s reputation was considered her life. So many ’warlike wives,’ ’jealous wives,’ even ’prostitutes,’ were still living with vitality and nobody immersed them in a pig cage. It was about withstanding the pressure of public opinion.

As for this young nun, Ran Yan was not here to save all sentient beings—she couldn’t manage that much.

"Monastics do not speak falsehoods; that is what our master teaches us," the young nun clearly trusted her sisters deeply, stubbornly believing that whatever a monastic said must be the truth.

"Do you really possess wisdom roots?" Ran Yan raised her eyebrows slightly, her expression light, but anyone could see her skepticism.

Huan Kong puffed her cheeks, her round eyes glaring at Ran Yan, "Of course, if you don’t believe me, go ask my master!"

"Buddha preaches salvation for all beings; no matter the grievance, by chanting more, praying for Buddha’s deliverance, wouldn’t it be resolved? You can’t even understand or let go of this; I think, your master thinks you’re too foolish, so he consoled you under the guise of compassion," Ran Yan slowly said, her gaze swept over Huan Kong nonchalantly and then turned to Wan Lu, "Let’s go."

"My master won’t deceive me!" Huan Kong felt Ran Yan’s words made sense, yet she truly sought Ran Yan’s help, her mind a turmoil of confusion, but still stubbornly retorted.

"Oh, maybe so," Ran Yan paused, turned her head to give Huan Kong a light, brief glance, seeming utterly unconvinced, "If you ever figure it out, maybe your master didn’t deceive you after all."

Ran Yan precisely targeted Huan Kong’s care about the "wisdom roots" and, seeing her obstinate nature, employed a reverse psychology trick.

Ran Yan actually knew that Huan Kong had trailed her multiple times, seeking autopsy services, specifically for someone she cared about. But since Huan Kong had already entered the monastic life, Ran Yan, observing her innocent mind, thought it’s better not to suffer from hatred and love.

In any case relating to deaths, there are few that are comforting. Even if delivering justice to the perpetrator feels satisfying at the moment, upon reflection afterward, it’s all just heartbreaking.

Thus, Ran Yan didn’t bother with Huan Kong’s loud protests and simply led Wan Lu back to their residence.

Wan Lu stole a glance at Ran Yan, recognizing anew her Wife’s relentless nature, thinking, she didn’t expect her Wife to be so resolute when it came down to it.

When they reached the residence, Ran Yan instructed Wan Lu, "Find out who planted that patch of jade orchid behind us."

The flower garden was extensive, taking up much of the hillside, but it looked neat and tidy, not wild.

Wan Lu agreed and immediately turned to leave, but just at the door, Ran Yan called, "Come back, no need to inquire."

Wan Lu returned, feeling a bit puzzled; it was just a minor matter, was it really that hard to decide?

A saying goes, ’mind your own business’; it’s best to interfere less where possible. Ran Yan was determined to watch from afar; if Inspector Liu came asking for her help, she wouldn’t refuse, but why stick out her neck unnecessarily?

Ran Yan was always capable of controlling herself; when she said she wouldn’t get involved, she truly didn’t. In the days that followed, she occasionally pondered over the case while drinking tea and admiring the scenery, analyzing each mark on the body, yet that was only for her own amusement.

This matter was thus set aside; Ran Yan spent her days reading, studying Chinese medicine, copying scriptures, and under Mrs. Xing’s insistence, practicing chess, brewing tea, embroidering, and composing poetry.

Brewing tea was such a refined art that Ran Yan really couldn’t master it. After Mrs. Xing’s tutelage, her tea brewing was barely passable, but her posture always appeared stiff, and whenever Ran Yan concentrated on doing something, her face would be stern, with a deadly serious expression, emitting an air of ’do not approach,’ which was terrifying to behold. Therefore, Mrs. Xing thereafter prohibited her from brewing tea, especially in front of her future husband, under no circumstances.