Miss Truth

Madam Xing wanted to go and inquire about the news, but Ran Yan firmly held her back, and with Maid Shu’s unwelcoming expression, she had no choice but to send two maids to lead Xiao Song to the prepared courtyard.

The architecture of the Ran estate was not luxurious and its decoration was ordinary, but the scenery was uniquely pleasant, and every courtyard was surrounded by lush greenery in a well-organized layout.

Madam Xing craned her neck to watch Xiao Song’s tall figure disappear into the rainy night under an umbrella and couldn’t help but exclaim, "He truly is a rare gentleman to come across in a hundred years! Wife, such men are few and far between; you must hold on tight to him."

Ran Yan hummed non-committally. Seeing her dismissive attitude, Madam Xing continued, "I see that his forehead is full and his brows are free of peach blossom marks, surely he’s not the kind of man like Qin Silang. He comes from a good background... I suspect he might be a prince, otherwise why would such a young man wear purple?"

"Besides, isn’t it the Li Family’s era now? If he were a prince, how could his surname be Xiao?" Ran Yan retorted lightly. She was not interested in speculating about this matter, but just to respond to Madam Xing, she said, "Since when did you learn to read faces?"

"Don’t change the subject," Madam Xing persisted, unaffected by Ran Yan’s attempt to sway the conversation, and confidently said, "Maybe he doesn’t want his identity known and has given a false name? That’s how it’s always told in performances similar to storytelling in the Tang dynasty."

"In that case, why would he wear purple and attract attention?" Ran Yan casually continued the conversation while walking along the porch to the inside.

Madam Xing paused, her supposedly foolproof explanation refuted in a few sentences, yet this didn’t dampen her spirits. She slapped her thigh and said, "If not that, then he must be a high-ranking official of at least the Third Rank! That’s even more notable for someone young! Wife..."