Miss Truth
Chapter 209 - 133: Conspiracy

Chapter 209: Chapter 133: Conspiracy

"What’s going on?" Liu Pinrang asked.

Liu Qingsong, on the contrary, let out a sigh of relief, "They’ve been hit with sedatives."

The perpetrator of the sedatives was obvious without needing to be stated.

The government soldiers around them continued to collapse, and Xiao Song’s legs gave way, as he slowly slid down the wall.

Liu Pinrang’s face was filled with shock, "Inspector, what’s wrong with you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he too fell to the ground. Liu Qingsong swayed and leaned on his chest, while Yu Bohao and the others all fell one after another.

In less than fifteen minutes, over a hundred people in the courtyard were all rendered unconscious. Ran Yan tightly covered Huan Kong’s mouth to barely prevent her from crying out in fear. In order not to attract too much attention, Ran Yan ordered everyone to lie down.

The sun was directly overhead, yet with so many living people in the courtyard, there was utter silence.

The sun shone down as the silence grew eerily chilling.

After a long while, the sound of footsteps approached.

Ran Yan tensed up all of a sudden because she didn’t know if Liu Pinrang and Xiao Song were truly affected by the sedatives. The fact that they were fine proved that the perpetrator had tampered with the drinking water or food, but whether Liu Qingsong had noticed remained uncertain.

Ran Yan carefully lifted her gaze and saw a nun in sable robes walking slowly toward Huai Yin. She saw his handsome brows and eyes remained the same, and mist suddenly filled the usually calm and gentle eyes, "Yu Lang, you never expected that in the end, it would be me who sends you off."

"Amitabha." Huai Yin suddenly chanted a Buddhist mantra.

Jing Hui’s eyes widened, tears spilling from her eyes as she stared steadily at Huai Yin, "You lied to me."

"You should understand, how could I be willing to spend efforts to deceive you," Huai Yin’s voice, clear as the sound of nature, spat out words that were as sharp as blades, cruel and indifferent, "I thought that by becoming a nun, you had already severed worldly ties. But now, it seems your hatred for A Yu is deep in your bones."

"It’s not that I hate her to the bone, but that I love you to the bone." Jing Hui, perhaps stimulated by Huai Yin’s indifference, lost her feigned calm in an instant, but it quickly turned into a smile, soft, considerate, yet still elegant, "If you knew that A Yu had you in her heart all along, I wonder what you would feel? If you knew that after you left, A Yu searched tirelessly for you for three months, what would you think? If you knew that after her husband died, she fell gravely ill, carrying her toddler daughter all the way to Suzhou to find you, would you still maintain the appearance of a high monk who has seen through the mortal world?"

With each question Jing Hui asked, Huai Yin’s face grew paler, and even his hands holding the small leaf sandalwood prayer beads began to tremble uncontrollably, "You said she searched tirelessly for me for three months, that she came to Suzhou... specifically to seek me out?"

"Yes. But I deliberately withheld the information from her. In Suzhou, I met her a day earlier. I told her that you and I were already married. You know A Yu’s temperament; she wouldn’t believe it unless she saw it with her own eyes. So I let her see..." Jing Hui’s eyes sparkled with mirth, exhaling a breath that turned into a puff of steam, "That year, a heavy snow fell in Suzhou. She was so ill, barely breathing more than exhaling, wanting to entrust her daughter to you. Ha ha ha, watching her trying to cry but desperately holding back, I finally felt a sense of satisfaction in my heart, yet you were oblivious to everything."

"Not only that, but it was also I who sent Zhang Langjun to seduce A Yu. Who would have thought that a profligate son, squandering his ancestral fortune, would genuinely fall for her, reform, and start to seriously manage his affairs?" Jing Hui stared at Huai Yin without blinking, not missing a single change in his expression, "At first, I thought to let A Yu off easily, but fate didn’t pity her, and that short-lived fool actually died in Hu lands after just one year and three months of marriage."

Each of Jing Hui’s words struck like a sharp blade, piercing deeply into Huai Yin’s body, more cruel than the scant few sentences he had spoken earlier.

"Whether it was playing you and A Yu in the palm of my hand or killing those adulterers, I never failed," Jing Hui said calmly, looking at Huai Yin, then suddenly speaking with interest, "On my regular alms rounds, I told them that behind Yuncong Temple on the mountain, there’s a temple where praying for a marriage partner is highly effective. In front of the decrepit temple stands a marriage stone. They just needed to pledge their love and cut a lock of hair in front of the dilapidated temple on a full moon night, and they would surely get their wish. You don’t know, when they’ve sworn their love and reveled in their pleasure, and then faced with a life-or-death choice, they always scatter in different directions. I know you’re not like that. You would leave A Yu while she’s alive and well, but you wouldn’t abandon her in times of peril."

"Only one person was most like you; he would rather die than fail to protect his wife. The way he frowned, the way he acted without regard for his own life, the way he refused to give in even in death, it all really resembled you. I placed his blood in A Yu’s grave; she must think you went to accompany her," Jing Hui caressed her forehead, gently advising him with a smile, "She has another, Yu Lang, forget about her."