183: Chapter 116 Ruan Lang Lost (2)_3 183: Chapter 116 Ruan Lang Lost (2)_3 Xing’s Wife suddenly knocked her on the head with force, angry, she said, “Do you think this is sothing good?
The three of us, master and servants, barely escaped from Ghost Gate, and here you are, grinning like a mischievous monkey!”
Wan Lu spoke lightly, but fear lingered in her heart.
Last night, thanks to Bai Yi’s tily arrival, she and Ge Lan were hung from a tree for only a mont, and even then, they supported themselves with their hands; otherwise, the thin yet tough string would have severed their windpipes in an instant.
Wan Lu rubbed her head and whispered into Ran Yan’s ear, “Huan Kong is waiting at the door, saying that Inspector Liu is leading people in digging up graves!
Wife, do you want to go have a look?”
Ran Yan’s heart stirred, and she stood up, saying, “Let’s go and have a look.”
Seeing that Ran Yan was about to go out again, Xing’s Wife imdiately glared at Wan Lu, trying to dissuade Ran Yan, “Wife!
This old servant begs you to stay put.
If Mr.
Xiao had not co to save you last night, you might have…
He can’t always protect you.
It would be better for you to stop ddling in these matters sooner rather than later.”
Whenever Xing’s Wife ntioned Xiao Song, her heart was filled with regret.
She had initially thought highly of Xiao Song: dignified, holding a high position, reserved and steady, seeming like soone who could provide protection.
In these tis, isn’t it all about finding a husband for support?
And last night’s incident just confird Xing’s Wife’s suspicions, it was just unfortunate that Xiao Song’s destiny was too rigid.
Xing’s Wife had Ran Yan’s best interests at heart and naturally only wished for her safety, not fa or fortune, hence she begrudgingly gave up.
“Jing Yuan might not necessarily be the culprit, or perhaps she had accomplices.
I need to go and see; otherwise, if her accomplice cos to kill to silence , wouldn’t that be worse?” Ran Yan reassured Xing’s Wife as Wan Lu helped her dress, “Once this case is settled, I promise I won’t get involved in such matters again.”
After this incident, Ran Yan also fully understood that even though the laws of Great Tang were relatively well-established, they were no match for her own era.
Without even the strength to protect herself, continuing to conduct autopsies could an being silenced for good one day, possibly even endangering those around her.
Hence, her words to Xing’s Wife were not just to placate her.
It seed she had no choice but to find another way.
Ran Yan sighed with downcast eyes, just like she had initially planned: to practice dicine in Great Tang, earn so personal money, and then find a good man to marry her off.
It’s just that at the beginning, she veered off the track she had originally set, so much so that once she got involved in a case and held the scalpel in her hand, her blood instinctively ignited, and she forgot herself completely.
This lesson was like a wake-up call, making her co to her senses.
Seeing her solemn expression and the lancholy between her brows, Xing’s Wife did not stop her anymore and only said, “It’s good as long as Wife understands.”
Xing’s Wife sighed as she watched Ran Yan leave.
If her mistress would not be willful anymore, then Mr.
Sang indeed seed to be a good choice.
Even without the reputable Cui’s of Boling, with both their skills, they could still live well.
Ran Yan put on her mask and had just stepped out of the gate when she saw Huan Kong huddled next to the bamboo fence, her little face paler than when they had t the day before.
Upon seeing Ran Yan co out, Huan Kong imdiately stood up, her voice soft, “You said last night you would help with the autopsy, does that still count?
They are digging up my mother’s grave…”
“Naturally, it counts.” Ran Yan looked at her, her expression unconsciously softening, “But, could you hum the song from last night for once more?”
Huan Kong looked at Ran Yan blankly for a long while before saying, “You look really pretty when you’re not scowling.”
Ran Yan was taken aback but heard her say, “I’ll sing now, but you have to keep your word.”
Then she began to hum softly, a sorrowful lody laced with innocence.
Ran Yan walked slowly, side by side with her as they headed out of the convent.
Listening to Huan Kong’s humming, as they neared the outside of the convent, they heard the sound of the nuns chanting scriptures.
Near the side gate they had passed yesterday were two governnt soldiers standing guard.
They saw Ran Yan and Huan Kong approach but did not stop them.
Once inside, Ran Yan saw the nuns seated around the grave in ditation, hands pressed together, chanting sutras earnestly to transcend the souls of the deceased.
Half of the grave had been dug up.
Xiao Song frowned when he saw Ran Yan coming but did not ask any questions.
Instead, he explained the case, “Half of the soil on the grave is newly buried, obviously, it had been dug up recently, but the surface grass was cleverly disguised.
How did you end up here yesterday?”
Ran Yan squinted her eyes, looking through the muslin of the mask at the morning sunlight falling on the blood-red begonias, “I heard Huan Kong’s singing and ca to see.
Little did I know I had walked right into the murderer’s trap.”
Xiao Song’s sharp gaze turned towards Huan Kong, “Why did you co here last night?”
Huan Kong shrank behind Ran Yan, speaking softly, “Master told it was mother’s death anniversary.
The begonias were in full bloom, and she could hear if I spoke.”
(To be continued.
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