Miss Truth
Chapter 205 - 130 The Death of Huai Yin_2

Chapter 205: Chapter 130 The Death of Huai Yin_2

As soon as Jing Hui entered the room, Ran Yan was watching her reaction carefully. Her face was gentle and placid, not giving away any flaws; she looked just like a nun uninvolved with worldly affairs.

"This humble nun will certainly tell all I know." Jing Hui spoke.

"Xiao Lord, I would like to speak privately with the venerable Jing Hui for a moment, if you don’t mind..." Ran Yan suddenly interrupted their conversation, her calm gaze piercing Xiao Song.

Xiao Song hesitated internally. He had always suspected Jing Hui to be the murderer. How could he leave Ran Yan alone with her? But his thoughts quickly shifted, and he seemed to understand Ran Yan’s intention. He then turned to Jing Hui, his eyes still retaining a faint smile and tenderness for Ran Yan, but he made sure Jing Hui saw it clearly, "Please take good care of her."

Following Xiao Song’s departure, Ran Yan pretended to be uneasy, tugging at her sleeve, trying hard to seem more tender, "This is somewhat embarrassing to mention, please don’t blame me..."

Remembering Xiao Song’s expression and seeing Ran Yan’s demeanor, Jing Hui thought she understood their relationship and said, "Miss Ran, please speak."

Ran Yan quickly organized her words. "You have been at the Yingmei Temple for many years, so you must know about the matter concerning Master Huai Yin, correct?"

Jing Hui was startled internally. She hadn’t expected Ran Yan to bring up Huai Yin and suddenly felt nervous, but she quickly regained her composure and stabilized her voice, "This humble nun knew Master Huai Yin before he was ordained. However, since he entered monastic life, he has often been secluded and travels frequently, so I know very little."

Her words clearly meant to absolve Huai Yin. Ran Yan changed the subject without delving into the case. "Perhaps you’ve heard, my relationship with the Qi Family’s Sixth Lady is rather good. She admires Master Huai Yin and asked me to inquire..."

Ran Yan had heard that Sixth Lady of the Qi Family would occasionally seek out Huai Yin specifically. Jing Hui surely could not be unaware of this. Moreover, Sixth Lady was already seventeen this year and had not yet been promised in marriage, surely adding credibility to Ran Yan’s story. But anyone familiar with the Qi Family knew that they viewed Sixth Lady as the moon in the sky, destined for a marriage with someone of high status. A common person wouldn’t catch their eye.

Ran Yan noticed that as soon as she spoke, Jing Hui’s fingers twisting the prayer beads trembled slightly, and a vein on her forehead bulged a little. Although it was a minor change, it made her gentle expression stiffen. "Master Huai Yin is a monk who has attained the Way; I fear he has no hope of returning to secular life."

"Is that so... I truly must persuade her then. Moreover, a few days ago, I heard from Inspector Liu that a bloodstained robe was found in this deteriorating temple, and I heard Master Huai Yin had visited Huan Kong’s mother. Sadly, if this is true, this world is indeed too disheartening." As Ran Yan spoke, she watched Jing Hui closely, seeing her increasingly losing composure, thus she decided to reveal something impactful. Just as she was about to speak, the bell from Yuncong Temple rang out.

The rings sounded increasingly mournful.

Clatter! The prayer beads in Jing Hui’s hand scattered on the ground, and she stared blankly at the beads bouncing on the green stone, unable to regain her composure for a while.

Ran Yan did not interfere, simply watching her quietly.

Soon, the sound of hooves approached. A loud voice outside said, "Inspector, Master Huai Yin has passed away!"

Ran Yan’s mind stirred. Could it be suicide? Or was it a trap intended to deceive Jing Hui?

"This humble nun has other matters, I must leave." Jing Hui suddenly stood up, her face no longer as calm as when she had arrived. She struggled to keep composed, but her eyes betrayed her current panic.

Xiao Song hurriedly knocked on the door frame, rushing in before Ran Yan could respond, anxiously saying, "Wife, we must go back quickly; Master Huai Yin has passed away!"

Having said that, he turned back to instruct the government soldiers to send Jing Hui back, and after a hasty apology, he grabbed Ran Yan and walked outside.

Ran Yan had not spoken, but from what she knew about Xiao Song in the past few days, it seemed he wouldn’t even hurry if the Emperor had died, let alone Huai Yin, but seeing him even sweat on his forehead, she inwardly sighed at his acting skills that had truly reached perfection.

Little did Ran Yan know that the sweat on Xiao Song’s forehead was due to his unconscious tension while she was alone in the room with Jing Hui.

Upon exiting the temple gate, Xiao Song leapt onto his horse, extending his hand and saying, "Get on the horse."

Ran Yan glared coldly at him, thinking of Jing Hui behind her, and silently extended her uninjured left hand. Suddenly feeling lighter, her whole body was gently lifted onto the horse.

She sat sideways while Xiao Song held the reins, his actions cradling her as if in an embrace.

With a dark expression, Ran Yan said flatly, "Since we have a horse, why did you have me walk earlier?"

Walking could prolong the contact, while riding, though more intimate, would ultimately be shorter. Xiao Song had pondered deeply for a long time before making this difficult choice.

"..." Xiao Song said with an embarrassed smile, "You really are different from other wives."

At this time, no matter whether one likes the other or not, most wives would act a bit shy, but Ran Yan was thinking about such things.

"Was the matter with Huai Yin your strategy to lure the enemy?" Ran Yan dissatisfied with his evasion.

Xiao Song felt the person in front of him was about to explode, and quickly said, "I was not aware of this matter." After speaking, he looked down, glancing at Ran Yan and seeing her disbelief, he added, "Really."

"Who knows whether your truths are falsehoods." Ran Yan said lightly.

Xiao Song felt a chill in his heart, realizing that his image in Ran Yan’s mind seemed quite poor, hardly better than that of Sang Suiyuan. At that moment, he felt he must do his utmost to make amends, otherwise all the efforts behind her back would not suffice, "I am a man who does not believe in ghosts and gods, so I will not swear to you, but there is a saying ’time will reveal a true heart.’

On the bumpy horseback, Ran Yan paused for a moment, lowered her head, and closely analyzed the statement.

Ran Yan’s silence made the usually calm Xiao Song restless inside until he could barely contain it when he heard her calm voice tinged with a hint of cool detachment slowly saying, "It sounds... somewhat sincere."

Xiao Song swallowed the words he was about to say and instead replied, "It’s good that you can discern that."

As the sound of horse hooves clattered, reaching flat ground, Xiao Song sped up, racing through the low maple forest, causing a flurry of leaves to fly about.

The bell sounds from Yuncong Temple were long, and soon the chanting of the "Great Compassionate Mantra" could be heard.(To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast a recommendation ticket and monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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