252: Chapter 158 Even Without a Title_2 252: Chapter 158 Even Without a Title_2 This statent, so startling it could shock the heavens and move ghosts, even stunned Yunsheng, as a crowd of people stopped in their tracks, staring wide-eyed and speechless at Sang Chen.
“It’s not that I choose a husband based on looks…” Ran Yan felt that once Sang Chen was set on sothing, no matter the reality in front of him, it didn’t affect his self-deception.
When Sang Chen heard this half-statent, his eyes lit up, “Wife, do you truly an that?”
Ran Yan felt a blockage in her heart, turned her face away, and no longer wished to say another word.
Ever since Sang Chen was determined about sothing, the more she said, the more mistakes she could make, the only option was to leave in frustration.
Ran Yan’s emanating coldness silenced the large hall seated with more than a dozen people.
Yunsheng was shocked.
Although Ran Yan had beco much more indifferent than before, it was only that her emotional fluctuations were minimal.
She had never lost her temper this badly in months.
Yunsheng faintly felt that this was no playful banter, but rather that Sang Chen had touched her raw nerve.
Just as Yunsheng guessed, Ran Yan liked dealing with people who could speak logically.
For those who couldn’t be reasoned with, she usually chose to ignore them.
But because Sang Chen had a pitiful background and had helped her quite a lot before, his persistence made her feel as if she were suffocating, unable to vent her irritation.
Once in her room, Ran Yan opened the window and sat quietly by it to view the scenery, slowly easing the stifled air in her heart.
She had previously studied forensic psychology and understood quite a bit about psychology, so she knew how to relieve her own stress.
She sat there until after midday, and after finishing lunch, Ran Yan pulled out the flute hidden in her sleeve, placed it to her lips, but then set it down after a long pause.
“Wife.” Xing Niang sat down beside her, eyes landing on the flute, “May this old slave know who gave you this flute?”
Ran Yan hesitated, unsure of what deeper aning lay behind Xing Niang’s words.
Wan Lu sighed internally.
Experience truly speaks!
The Wife is as cold as millennia-old ice at this mont, yet only Xing Niang dares to broach subjects with her in this tense atmosphere.
“It must be Pharmacist Su!” Xing Niang rembered that at Yingi Temple, Xiao Song had once teased Ran Yan about how much she valued the plain umbrella and this flute as tokens of affection, seemingly unfamiliar with these two items.
Seeing Ran Yan’s silence, Xing Niang couldn’t help but take Ran Yan’s hand, caressing it affectionately, and sighed, “The Wife has grown up and has her own opinions.
Over these past days, this old servant has also co to understand so things.”
Ran Yan listened quietly.
“Before the Lady was married off, I heard that the Clan Leader agreed to a marriage proposal from the Ran clan, and she was very pleased.
Although the Ran clan is not listed on the Clan records, it is not a small family.
Hearing that her husband would have no in-laws on his side, nor concubines, as long as she married over and devoted herself to her husband and the Ran clan, she would certainly fare better than being sent off to a major noble family as a concubine.
Indeed, many common-born wives in the Clan envied her!”
With her eyes sowhat red and her voice choked, Xing Niang continued, “The Lady sought a peaceful life, a harmonious marriage, but in the end?
She suffered blas the sa, the bitterness, the difficulties, more distressing than fighting deceitful battles locked within large households.
If the Lady’s spirit could see us now, she would not bear to have you constrain your heart, to walk her old path again.
Therefore, if you have soone else in your heart, Wife, you need not restrain yourself.”
“Xing Niang.” Ran Yan was moved, straightened up and gently embraced her, burying her head in the crook of her neck.
The faint scent of soap mixed with the warmth of her body, soothing as the fragrance of a mother.
“Why don’t I accompany the Wife for a walk outside?” Wan Lu suggested, sensing the gloomy mood.
Xing Niang, her tears turning to laughter, scolded jokingly, “You must be anxious after being cooped up for a few days!” Turning her head, she wiped her eyes with a handkerchief, then said to Ran Yan, “If the Wife wishes to go, then seek Shilang to find a few guards for a walk to clear your mind.”
Ran Yan hesitated, then nodded.
Wan Lu went to ask Yunsheng’s opinion.
Before leaving, seeing the flute by the window, Ran Yan returned and placed it within her sleeve.
Ge Lan and Xing Niang helped her get ready to go out, just in ti to see Yunsheng already standing outside, “I happen to be free, why don’t we go together?”
“With Shilang coming along, this old servant feels much more at ease,” Xing Niang said.
Seeing that Ran Yan looked normal, Yunsheng felt slightly relieved.
It was only a small fit of pique, yet so many people soothed her, and Ran Yan felt a little embarrassed.
“I often co to this town to stroll around, so I’m quite familiar with it.
There’s a nice spot on the eastern side of Jushui Town.
This ti of year might just be perfect for enjoying the scenery.
Shall we take a look?” Yunsheng usually preferred places less crowded.
Ran Yan felt the sa and responded, “All up to you, big brother.”
The group boarded the carriage and headed east along the cobblestone street.
The busy parts of Jushui County were not extensive, mostly concentrated near the docks.
As they moved in other directions, it beca increasingly tranquil.
August marks the peak of autumn.
Judging from the withering date trees by the roadside, the autumn vibe was already quite strong, a stark contrast to the lush greenery of Suzhou – the northern regions appeared much more desolate in this season.
The carriage journey to their destination took only the ti of a cup of tea.
Yunsheng, with a smile as refreshing as a spring breeze, mystically said, “Ran Yan, close your eyes.”
Influenced by his smile, Ran Yan cooperatively closed her eyes, allowing Wan Lu and Ge Lan to guide her off the carriage.
After standing still, hearing Wan Lu’s sigh, Ran Yan couldn’t help but ask, “Brother Yunsheng, can I open my eyes now?”
“You can,” Yunsheng responded with a smile in his voice.
When Ran Yan opened her eyes, what struck her vision was a vast sea of flowers.
They were all unknown wildflowers, with blue-purple petals hanging on slender stems, trembling weakly in the wind, displaying both delicacy and resilience.
Everywhere she looked, there was this amalgamation of green and purple – a vast ocean.
“How beautiful,” exclaid Ran Yan, unable to resist walking into the field of flowers.
Her gaze was drawn to so freshly upturned soil nearby.
Looking more carefully, she found fresh upturned soil everywhere.
These vast fields of flowers had just been newly planted!
(To be continued.
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