84: Chapter 52 Special Visit_2 84: Chapter 52 Special Visit_2 “Miss Ran Shiqi, I would like to speak with you alone for a mont,” Xiao Langjun suddenly said.
Ran Yan’s eyebrows knitted together, instantly feeling deceived.
From the mont they entered the mansion, they had been sitting in the carriage, so it was impossible for them to have seen the plaque on the estate.
If this man knew this place was the Ran estate and that she was Miss Ran Shiqi, had he calculated all of this from the beginning?
Was the car congestion on the road also part of his planning?
His voice carried a kind of pressure, and the maids in the room fell silent as cicadas in winter.
When Shu Niang ordered them to leave, none of them sought Ran Yan’s opinion, quietly following Shu Niang out of the room.
A guest had taken complete control of her household, which irritated Ran Yan even more, and her voice grew colder, “First, answer , was the road congestion deliberate on your part?”
A smile suddenly blood on Xiao Langjun’s face, instantly lighting up the room, “If I say it was, would you imdiately throw out?”
Ran Yan did not respond, which was akin to acquiescing to his statent.
Xiao Langjun continued, “It’s a pity that it wasn’t.
In the dense forest that day, you heard my voice, did you not?
When we t on the road, did you recognize my voice?”
Ran Yan stared silently at his expression, his handso face neither stern nor joking.
Since she was able to recognize his voice, it was also possible that he could identify hers.
However, Ran Yan knew that her voice was not particularly distinctive; it was neither delicate nor hoarse but similar to many ordinary voices and lacked a high degree of recognition.
“You’re saying it was a coincidence?” Ran Yan retained a skeptical attitude.
“No, I specifically ca to visit you,” Xiao Langjun sat up straight, formally bowing to Ran Yan, “I am Xiao Song.”
The anger in Ran Yan’s heart subsided slightly.
If that was true, he might have co to visit and found no one ho; in his hurry to return to the city, he coincidentally encountered her on the road.
By recognizing her voice, he took the opportunity to yield the way and then conveniently “stayed” the night with a justified reason.
How cunning!
Ran Yan thought to herself.
“I have been ordered to investigate Judge Yang’s case.
I would like to understand certain matters, and I ask you to tell the truth,” Xiao Song assud a serious deanor, a commanding aura naturally emanating from him.
Ran Yan spoke slowly, “What would you like to know?”
Xiao Song’s eyes, cold as stars, flickered indiscernibly, “Do you know the identity of that person?”
Recalling the profound lancholy in those deep, unfathomable eyes, sothing that many found incomprehensible, whether it was the touch of this lancholy or a desire to avoid further trouble, Ran Yan chose to conceal the truth, “I don’t know.”
“Has anyone ever told you that when lying, your tone should be more convincing?” Xiao Song saw through her lies at a glance.
Ran Yan rarely lied, but on this extrely rare occasion, her lie was imdiately exposed; she couldn’t help feeling a mix of embarrassed annoyance, her tone turning icy, “Since you know I am lying, it shows I am unwilling to answer you.
If you can see through lies, can you not see the reason behind them?
Once I make up my mind, I never change it.”
Xiao Song raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusent flickering in his eyes.
He had been planning to pressure her into revealing the truth but suddenly decided to change his approach, skipping the topic, “Since you are versed in dical knowledge, you should know where the assassin was wounded.
Is it life-threatening?”
During the fight in the dark, he only knew that the person was hit by a hidden weapon but had no idea whether the injury was critical.
“His heart ridian was injured,” Ran Yan replied truthfully.
However, even if the heart ridian was hit, it wouldn’t necessarily threaten his life.
Ran Yan had taken the discarded dicine bottle used by Su Fu and analyzed the powder’s composition; until now, she had only identified seven or eight types of dicinal herbs, which demonstrated Su Fu’s exemplary control over herbs and a profound understanding of dical theories — without a doubt, his dical Skills were superior to hers.
Xiao Song pondered for a mont as he glanced at her without asking further.
He knew that the information he could obtain was likely limited to this.
A chastising voice ca from outside the door, “How could you do this!
Leaving the Noble Lady alone with your young master, what decent manners are these!”
The trembling tone indicated she was on the verge of tears.
Shu Niang retorted irritably, “What is there to fuss about!
There are countless Noble Ladies in Chang’an who wish to be alone with our young master and still can’t find the opportunity.”
“You!
Seeing that you also co from a reputable family, how can you be so lacking in decorum!
Let in!” Xing Niang, infuriated, attempted to barge in.
Ran Yan turned her head and appraised Xiao Song from top to bottom, speaking in an even tone, “You’re quite in demand; this young lady truly feels honored.”
Though she said so, Xiao Song could not detect where she felt any honor; rather, her monotone seed to convey her anger.
“Shu Niang, do not be impolite,” Xiao Song admonished.
Shu Niang ceased her opposition upon hearing his words, and Xing Niang rushed inside.
She saw Ran Yan and Xiao Song sitting face to face and sighed slightly in relief.
Xing Niang had been preoccupied with arguing with Shu Niang until this mont when she finally had a chance to carefully observe Xiao Song.
As she did, she instantly regretted her hasty intrusion.
Xing Niang, too, had seen countless people.
Xiao Song’s calm and dignified composure at such a young age was surely a result of holding a position of power over a long period.
This dignified air made his handso features seem like a re embellishnt.
Moreover, his deep purple robe was a clear symbol of status.
“Mr.
Xiao, I have tidied up the courtyard.
Would you like to rest now, or would you like to talk with our Noble Lady a bit longer?” Xing Niang asked Xiao Song in a gentle tone, very different from her confronting attitude toward Shu Niang, her face adorned with a kind smile.
Ran Yan slightly parted her lips, her actions a bit too obvious, pulling Xing Niang aside, she said, “Mr.
Xiao has to continue his journey early tomorrow; he needs to rest sooner.
We won’t disturb him any further.” (To be continued.
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