142: Chapter 90: The Person Who Admires the 10th Gentleman_2 142: Chapter 90: The Person Who Admires the 10th Gentleman_2 Ran Yunsheng didn’t say another word as he grabbed the slip of paper with the address, stood up, and said, “Alright, I’ll go find soone imdiately.”
No matter whether he truly believed Ge Lan was still alive, even if it was just to ease his sister’s mind, he had to find the person without delay.
Having just arrived, Ran Yunsheng hurriedly left, leaving only two maids who brought in two food baskets and bowed to Ran Yan, saying, “Miss Seventeen, Shilang has ordered us to bring in the als.”
Ran Yan looked at the two exquisitely carved food baskets in their hands, and recognized them from Tianxiang Tower, “Why are there two?”
One of the maids replied, “Shilang went to the north of the city this morning, picked up Twentieth Miss from Chang’an who hasn’t eaten yet, so he fetched two servings from Tianxiang Tower, saying he wanted to have a al with you.”
Ran Yan felt warmth in her heart and rembered the last ti she had promised to cook for him, but had put it off due to other matters; this ti, she truly needed to reward him properly.
“Set up the als, and take Shilang’s portion down to share with Xing Niang and the others,” Ran Yan instructed.
The two maids quickly set up the als.
Wan Lu ca in with a food basket from the temple and said, “Wife, the little nun who delivered the als was peeping around; she seems to have ulterior motives.
Do you want to tell the Temple Master?”
Ran Yan quietly swallowed the food in her mouth, glanced at her lightly, and said, “That dical Book needs to be copied within five days.
Do you think you have the ti to go filing complaints?”
Wan Lu, who had just regained her spirits, slumped again, hanging her head and leading the two maids of Ran Yunsheng to eat.
Wan Lu and the others knew Ran Yan didn’t like to be served during als, but the two maids didn’t know that; they glanced at each other and followed her out with heads bowed.
After finishing the morning al, Ran Yan ordered Xing Niang to buy so vegetables from the village below the mountain, and wrote a letter, ordering Wan Lu to deliver it imdiately to Inspector Liu.
Wan Lu was visibly delighted; as long as it didn’t involve writing, she wouldn’t mind running around all day.
What followed was waiting.
Ran Yan analyzed the current situation.
With the Yin residence being in disarray, they should have no ti to care for other matters.
Having Shilang bring more people over should pose no danger.
Ran Yan held a few dical Books Ran Yunsheng had delivered the day before, randomly picking one to read.
After reading for a while, she heard faint music drift from the distance, ancient and elegant, flowing through the still foggy mountains, appearing ethereal and otherworldly, like the sound of heaven.
Ran Yan didn’t understand music, but couldn’t help being affected by its artistic conception; it was as if her soul was being cleansed, returning to its original pure and carefree state.
“How wonderful.” After the music ended, Ran Yan reluctantly sighed.
“Wife, the sound of the zither seems to be coming from the temple at the foot of the mountain,” Xiao Man said.
“Is there indeed a temple at the foot of the mountain?” Ran Yan rembered that night when she ca over, it was all bushes and trees, and she had not seen any temple-like buildings.
Xiao Man smiled and said, “There is, and it’s a large one called Yuncong Temple, only a mile or two away, right in that large patch of woods to the south.”
“Then the person playing the zither must also be a master,” Ran Yan casually remarked.
Xiao Man said, “There are several eminent monks in Yuncong Temple.
I heard that Master Huai Yin from their discipline hall is a 27-year-old handso monk, proficient in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
Many ladies lant how such a man could bear to beco a monk.”
Ran Yan, putting down her book, expressed her interest with an “oh.”
Seeing her interest, Xiao Man imdiately gossiped, “It’s said that Qi Liuniang often frequents Yuncong Temple to offer incense and has specifically sought Master Huai Yin several tis.
Everyone says she has designs on Master Huai Yin!
I think, given how aloof and proud Qi Liuniang is, she must be suffering from unrequited love, hence her attitude that no man in the world asures up, alas, how pitiful!”
Ran Yan raised her eyebrows and said, “I think you could embellish this story a bit, write it anonymously, and sell it to the bookshops.
You might make a good profit.”
No sooner had Ran Yan finished speaking than a crisply angry voice said, “Wouldn’t that just glorify that vile woman?
She’s not any kind of pure and noble fairy at all, just vulgar, shaless, and lowly!”
Ran Yan looked up and saw a girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old standing at the door, dressed in a light yellow thin silk garnt.
Her tiny face, the size of a palm, had eyebrows sharply furrowed and her luminous large eyes full of disdain and anger, making her already delicate face seem even more animated.
Upon eting Ran Yan’s cold gaze, she hesitated, puzzled, and asked, “Are you Shiqi sister?”
Ran Yan raised her eyebrows, and after a careful recollection, she realized that this girl was Ran Yun’s younger sister, Erniang Ran Yun.
The last ti she saw her, Ran Yun had been just an eight-year-old child, and now she had shot up, becoming tall and slender, her features even more attractive, although not as much as Ran Yun, but still quite beautiful.
“Ah Yun!” Rembering that her relationship with Ran Yun wasn’t really good—Ran Yun disliked her sowhat delicate and self-pitying deanor, often rolling her eyes at her—yet because of Yunsheng, she was quite nice to Ran Yun.
Ran Yun couldn’t accept that the once delicate Ran Shiqi had beco so serene after two years!
This slightly improved her impression of Ran Yan.
While continuously examining Ran Yan, she said, “Don’t you praise Qi Liuniang anymore!
That woman is extrely hypocritical, daring to covet my brother, expecting him to beco her lover!
Pfft!
What does she think she is, not even worthy to carry my brother’s shoes!”
Ran Yan’s eyes narrowed slightly, her expression darkening as her voice unwittingly cooled, “Did she really say that?”
Ran Yun, sensing the hostility, looked slightly shocked but still said, “It’s true, though my brother told not to speak of it; I just can’t stand her!”
Ran Yan angrily said a few words and then asked, “Where’s my brother?”
(To be continued.
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