Chapter 99 - 62: Fury Spreads Like Wildfire
The river wind was bleak, the night as fluid as water, the river surface truly displayed an unprecedented grand spectacle, with music rising and falling, and poetry ringing clearly.
Many great scholars who attended the gathering on the pleasure boats moored nearby, listening to these young talents of Suzhou City recite their music and poetry, occasionally offering a comment or two. Seeing their admired scholars present, the youths exerted even greater effort. What began as a mere farce had eventually turned into a significant Qixi literary festival.
Ran Yan and Ran Yunsheng sipped their drinks while enjoying the songs and poems, feeling quite content.
Ran Yunsheng looked at the calm-faced Ran Yan and said softly, "Yan, you really have grown up! Emotionally, I am not your match."
Ran Yan smiled faintly. Having witnessed so much treachery and murder, and grown accustomed to the life and death of people, even the most foolish should have become more indifferent.
"It’s not about emotional state, it’s about seeing things from different perspectives. For instance, if I wanted to kill someone, before acting, I would definitely need to consider how the other party would react. Once I understand, I can block all their moves, making it hard not to kill them." Ran Yan peeked through the curtain and saw more and more women gathering on the deck, her eyes resting on Yin Miaomiao.
Yin Miaomiao, seemingly unaffected by the festive atmosphere, stood by the railing, gazing down at the river. The moonlight reflected off the water, casting glistening ripples that shone on her gentle face, her expression indiscernible.
Ran Yunsheng stared at Ran Yan, dumbfounded by the shocking metaphor. Wide-eyed, he opened his mouth, then finally sighed, "Well, it’s good for you to think this way, but once you’re married, it’s better to appear weaker and rely more on your husband. That’s a privilege of being a daughter, don’t waste it."
"If the other party is truly dependable, naturally I won’t make things difficult for myself," Ran Yan replied offhandedly, but she knew in her heart that one couldn’t simply choose to be strong; likewise, those who were consistently strong had long forgotten how to be weak.