Miss Truth
Chapter 193 - 123: Visit to the Ran Residence

Chapter 193: Chapter 123: Visit to the Ran Residence

Ran Yan never casually accepted people’s favors without understanding the requirements, she needed to ask Xiao Song what he wanted before she could be at ease.

Xiao Song raised his eyebrows, solemnly saying, "The high monk of Jianye Temple told me I am shrouded in evil and must do one good deed daily before I can take a wife."

Ran Yan furrowed her brows, unable to discern how much truth and how much deceit was in his words.

A hint of a smile lingered in the corners of Xiao Song’s eyes as he turned and entered Yingmei Temple.

No matter what Xiao Song’s ulterior motives were, the urgent matters at hand were temporarily relieved, and Ran Yan felt much more relaxed. It even softened her usually icy demeanor.

Wan Lu and Ge Lan both clearly sensed the change in her mood and couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, but then immediately began to worry again—could their mistress have taken a liking to Assistant Minister Xiao?

Walking along the path at Yingmei Temple towards the back courtyard, she passed by a side door and noticed that it was brightly lit outside; she stopped to take a peek. Through the crack of the door, she could see a tall figure standing with his hands behind his back, clad in a purple standard garment. The light elongated his shadow behind him, making him appear like a majestic mountain standing tall, an air of severity around him. Everyone around was silent as if stricken with cold, and even the government officials who were discreetly searching for clues tread softly, not daring to make a sound.

Chang’an’s Gui Jianchou... Ran Yan slightly curled her lips in a smirk; it seemed he very much lived up to this reputation.

Having returned to her courtyard, Ran Yan went to the side room to check on Su Fu. The situation was not optimistic, but at least there was no concern for his life. With such severe injuries, how exactly were they inflicted? Had he turned against the person who had always handled his mother’s remains?

For someone like Su Fu, who carried such a chilling aura of lethality, he must be someone who had taken countless lives. Ran Yan looked down at his sculpted features for a long time before she finally got up and returned to her bedroom.

Lying in bed, she thought over many things before gradually drifting off to sleep. The dream was fragmented this time, myriad images of dead bodies swept over her like waves, eventually focusing on a beautifully contoured female corpse.

In the dream, as always, Ran Yan calmly examined the female body, with each wound feeling as if it were cutting into her own heart, the pain causing even her toes to curl reflexively.

A perfect autopsy, repeated over and over again in her dreams for years.

The next morning, Ran Yan opened her tired eyes, listening to the chanting from Yuncong Temple which somewhat soothed her. She reached for the handkerchief beside her bed, wiping the sweat from her head, and sat up in bed under the covers. After a while, she put on her satin dress and got out of bed to pour herself a cup of water from the side table.

"Wife," Xing Niang happened to come in to wake Ran Yan, and upon seeing her drink cold water, quickly intervened, "Autumn is upon us, how can you be so careless with yourself? If you wish to drink water, simply call for me, or you could have the girls do it."

Ran Yan smiled wearily; despite having been here for so long, she still hadn’t gotten used to ordering others around. She would just take care of things within her reach.

Xing Niang brought in a pot of hot water from outside, poured a cup for Ran Yan, and inquired, "Did Sanlang mention when he would come to take you back home yesterday?"

"That man already has a wife and child, why would he take me back?" Ran Yan said, casually drinking water.

Xing Niang laughed, "Listen to you talking in such a petulant manner."

Despite saying this, Xing Niang sighed inwardly. The young lord was truly disappointing; he and the Lady were childhood sweethearts, and although the Lady was a daughter of the Zheng of Xingyang, she had always been respectful and gentle towards him. They had been together for years, even having a child, but it seemed that none of the affection and kinship could compare to a few whispers from the Gao family. Now he has reached a point where he doesn’t bother to inquire at all.

"It’s not petulance. After seeing what kind of father Yin Wenshu is, by comparison, my father has treated me incredibly well. At least there’s a roof over my head and food to eat." Ran Yan was not speaking in anger; she would have preferred it if Ran Wen completely disowned her.

Xing Niang did not continue the conversation.

The chanting from Yuncong Temple had ceased. After Ran Yan finished her morning meal, she got ready to visit Inspector Liu. After all, since Xiao Song had helped her, she should also do her utmost to assist in solving the case.

Meanwhile, at the Ran residence in the city, the entire household was under Ran Wen’s lead, welcoming a distinguished guest at the entrance.

About seven or eight young girls were crammed in the gatehouse, with the one dressed in red leading them, peering through the gap in the door.

A girl of about eleven or twelve years old impatiently asked, "Sister Eighteen, do you see anything? Is he handsome or not?"

"What’s the rush? The carriage has just stopped!" Ran Meiyu replied impatiently, her gaze fixed on the carriage that had just stopped at the mansion’s entrance.

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