272: Chapter 172: It’s Been a Long Ti Since I’ve Received Corpse Energy 272: Chapter 172: It’s Been a Long Ti Since I’ve Received Corpse Energy Ge Lan stood with her head bowed in the outer room.
After Xiao Song had left, she hesitated for a mont but still picked up the paper and pen and entered the inner chamber.
Ran Yan glanced at the paper and pen in her hand and asked, “What’s the matter?”
Kneeling in front of the couch, Ge Lan looked at the hairpin in the brocade box and wrote: Wife, do you know the aning behind giving a hairpin as a gift?
Ran Yan looked at the characters on the paper, startled for a mont, then soon smiled and said, “Had you not ntioned it, I wouldn’t have paid it any mind.
Tying up one’s hair, binding one’s thoughts—it’s a token of commitnt, isn’t it?”
This ti, it was Ge Lan’s turn to be stunned.
She had thought that her mistress was too naïve about matters of n and won and did not understand the deep significance of giving a hairpin, but it seed that was not the case.
She lifted her pen and wrote: The slave dares to ask if the wife has taken a liking to Mister Xiao?
“Taken a liking?” Ran Yan looked towards the peach wood hairpin by her pillow and slightly pursed her lips, “He’s a good man.”
But did she like him?
“Giving a hairpin is just a way of expressing feelings; it doesn’t necessarily signify commitnt.” Seeing that Ge Lan seed to disagree, Ran Yan continued, “If Xiao Song did not think so, he wouldn’t have deceived Ah Yun and secretly sent such an important hairpin.”
Xiao Song simply wanted to tell her that he planned to legitimately marry her.
Judging from Xiao Song’s way of handling matters, Ran Yan ca to this conclusion.
“Put it away,” Ran Yan said.
Ge Lan did not understand Ran Yan’s thoughts but did not ask further, carefully storing away the exquisitely carved peach wood hairpin.
It wasn’t long before Wan Lu returned, bursting into the room and exclaiming, “That little rascal, he really clams up tight, won’t spill the truth without a beating!”
Ge Lan gave her a reprimanding glance.
Wan Lu stuck out her tongue and ran into the inner chamber, kneeling in front of Ran Yan’s couch.
“Did you beat up Shilang’s servant?” Ran Yan asked with a frown.
Wan Lu hurriedly shook her head to deny it, “Didn’t hit him, didn’t hit him; just pressured him for answers a bit.”
Ran Yan did not bla her further; at the mont, she was more concerned about what had happened to Ran Yunsheng, “Did you find out anything?”
“According to Lule, nothing major happened.
It’s just that in Luoyang, he saved a lady who fell from a horse, and after Shilang spoke to the lady for a few words, he hurriedly fled.” Wan Lu still suspected Lule was deceiving her; what kind of lady could scare Shilang into such a frantic escape like floods and wild beasts.
Wan Lu said, “The slave thinks either Lule is fooling the slave, or that lady must look extrely dreadful.”
“That’s all?” Ran Yan said in surprise.
Wan Lu nodded, “Yep, just that.”
It seed there was nothing too troubling, so Ran Yan decided to wait for Ran Yunsheng to calm down a bit and ask him another day.
The night had deepened.
Lying on her bed, Ran Yan thought about many things and finally began to feel sleepy, so she shifted to a comfortable position and prepared to sleep.
Half-dozing, she suddenly heard so noisy sounds.
Opening her eyes, Ran Yan noticed faint flas outside.
“Wan Lu,” called Ran Yan, attempting to rouse Wan Lu, who was sleeping on the small couch.
Still groggy with sleep, Wan Lu quickly got up and asked, “Does the wife need to get up?”
“No, go and check what’s happening outside,” Ran Yan said.
“Oh.” Yawning, Wan Lu put on her clothing, opened the door, and peeked out.
Only after a long while did she retract her head and report, “Wife, it’s not on our side; it’s at the Governnt Office.”
Ran Yan guessed that Xiao Song might have set a trap to lure in the enemy, so she didn’t ask further and instructed Wan Lu to co back and continue sleeping.
The next morning, Xiao Song sent soone to tell Ran Yan that Zhuang Yin had been captured.
After finishing breakfast, Ran Yan started to stare blankly at the ceiling.
Roughly half an hour later, after taking her dicine, she began to stare at the ceiling again.
In the afternoon, the sky gradually turned gloomy.
Liu Qingsong was laying low, and Ran Yunsheng seed to be in a bad mood, not showing his face all morning.
With their masters in poor spirits, neither the servants nor the maids dared to speak loudly.
Thus, the courtyard, though filled with people, seed unusually quiet.
Just before noon, Sang Chen finally ca out of his room and hesitated for a long ti at the door of Ran Yan’s room.
Just as he was about to knock at the door fra, he heard Ran Yan’s faint sigh from inside, “Ah, it’s been a long ti since I have ‘Received Corpse Energy’…”
The blood drained from Sang Chen’s face bit by bit.
Having finished his official duties, Xiao Song had just entered the Inner Gate when he saw a grey shadow, like a ghost fleeing from Ran Yan’s door, scampering back to its own room at a speed that was truly astonishing.
Xiao Song paused for a mont, then knocked on Ran Yan’s room door, from which ca a listless voice, “The door is unlocked.”
“What’s the matter, feeling bored after waking up just for one day?” Xiao Song asked as he entered the room.
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