Miss Truth
Chapter 210 - 133 Conspiracy_2

Chapter 210: Chapter 133 Conspiracy_2

Hearing this, Liu Qingsong slowly rose from the ground, as did Xiao Song and Liu Pinrang.

Jing Hui, as though she didn’t see them, stretched out her hand to gently stroke Huai Yin’s face and sighed tenderly, "Yu Lang, I became a nun for you, and I killed for you as well. If you hadn’t been so cruel to me, how could I have spoken those words that hurt you?"

Huai Yin furrowed his brows tightly. He had always thought that even if Jing Hui was cunning, she would only play small tricks. After becoming a nun, she seemed to become detached from many things. Only now did he realize he had truly underestimated this woman who seemed so ordinary.

With a laugh, Jing Hui had a trickle of fresh blood spill from the corners of her mouth. Her body slid down the stack of firewood, and as she lay on the ground looking up at Huai Yin with his phoenix eyes slightly drooped, a strange smile surfaced on her face. "Ah Yu can’t compare to me. Apart from being prettier than me, she falls short in every aspect. I will wait for you, wait for you forever."

Liu Qingsong hurried over and felt Jing Hui’s pulse, his face turning pale, "She’s poisoned herself to death."

Liu Pinrang, who had been worried for many days, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Regardless of whether Jing Hui was dead or alive, the fact that she had confessed to murder in front of everyone meant that this significant case could finally be closed. This was the best outcome. The process, to him, was no longer important.

"Master!" Huan Kong broke free from Ran Yan, ran to Jing Hui’s side, and shook her hand in panic. "Master!"

Ran Yan felt there was something amiss but couldn’t pinpoint the reason at the moment.

"That’s not right!" Liu Qingsong, grabbing his hair, exclaimed, "Isn’t it supposed to be confessing her crazed crimes to Huai Yin after reminiscing, letting him know how much she loves him, and then dragging him to die together?"

Xiao Song frowned and said in a deep voice, "Go and administer the antidote to the others."

On the ground, Huan Kong clung desperately to Jing Hui, wailing uncontrollably, despite the government officials’ attempts to pull her away. She didn’t know that this master she relied on was the very reason for her biological mother’s death from depression.

"Such an obsessed and crazed person should have done something wild, right?" Liu Qingsong muttered as he administered the antidote to the monks.

Ran Yan murmured, "Yes..."

Perhaps even at this moment, Jing Hui still cared for Huai Yin, unwilling to hurt him even in death. Yet, while she could not bear to harm Huai Yin, she allowed so many innocent young lives to be lost...

Thinking this, Ran Yan suddenly felt that her acquaintance with Su Fu was also something unreasonable. She was no champion of justice, but she absolutely abhorred those who took lives for their selfish desires. Su Fu was an assassin, not a knight full of justice. Who could guarantee that those who died at the hands of his sword truly deserved it?

Ran Yan sighed and was about to return to Yingmei Temple to pack her belongings when she heard a commotion behind her, "Master Huai Yin! Do not take your life so lightly!"

Ran Yan turned around just in time to see Huai Yin piercing his own heart with a long knife.

Blood sprayed out as if from a fountain, drenching the area a zhang out. He bowed his head, his face breaking into a radiant smile. With a face as pale as jade smeared with vivid red blood, half bizarre and half pure, that smile was truly dazzling.

Ran Yan distinctly saw his lips move slightly, sighing out a phrase.

He said, "Thirteen years too late, Ah Yu, did you wait for me..."

Ran Yan was stunned as she gazed at Jing Hui’s smiling visage on the ground, suddenly feeling a chill run down her spine. This woman easily convinced Huai Yin to willingly surrender his life; she understood Huai Yin, and those words were enough to make him unable to live on.

Craziness doesn’t have to be hysterical.

Jing Hui initially thought Huai Yin was indeed dead, so she took poison beforehand, planning to join him in death. However, she never expected that Huai Yin was only feigning death, so she set up this trap.

She said: "I will wait for you, wait for you forever."

It turned out she meant waiting for him to join her in hell!

Unfortunately, Huai Yin, immersed in immense sorrow and shock, never considered that this was merely a plot. Perhaps her words were true, maybe they were false; now, no one could tell.

The courtyard was deathly still. Everyone was struck by the scene of blood spraying a zhang away, momentarily forgetting to move, while only the autumn leaves drifted and fell.

Jing Hui had never miscalculated before, but it was this plot, full of loopholes, that made her lose her wits and take poison immediately to join Huai Yin in death. In the end, she lost because she never knew how to let go.

"Write the case report," Xiao Song said indifferently.

Liu Pinrang finally snapped back to reality and issued several commands in quick succession, ordering the government officials to collect the bodies and clean up the scene.

The cremation didn’t stop, and when the monks awakened and saw such a tragic scene, they were first horrified, then sat down cross-legged to chant the Great Compassionate Mantra for Huai Yin’s transmigration.

In the fierce blaze, his remarkable features with traces of blood by his lips, head slightly bowed, Ran Yan watched him, feeling as if with a gust of wind lifting willow branches, he would lift those indifferent phoenix eyes and chant a Buddhist hymn with his clear voice.

Across the fire, Ran Yan saw Xiao Song approaching her. Behind her, Ran Yunsheng’s voice rang out, "Yan’er?"

Ran Yan withdrew her gaze from Huai Yin’s face, nodded slightly to Xiao Song, and turned to greet Ran Yunsheng.

"What happened?" Ran Yunsheng was still standing on the steps outside the door, unable to see the events inside, only seeing Ran Yan and others stained with mud and hearing the repetitive chanting of the Great Compassionate Mantra from within. He felt somewhat uneasy. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) and vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)