Chapter 110 - 69: Worship Buddha and Purify the Body
"True, it’s just that life after returning to the mansion won’t be easy, but don’t worry, with Shilang here, as long as the family elders don’t punish you by making you kneel in our ancestral hall, everything else can be blocked for you," Yunsheng comforted.
Ran Yan nodded, "Thank you, Shilang."
The two talked for a while longer, and then Yunsheng got up to return to the mansion to see the family’s reaction.
Today, Ran Yan planned to go to Cai Xiu Hall. The issue of syphilis had been dragging on for a long time, and they hadn’t sought her out, probably controlling it well with traditional medicine. For someone like Yan Niang with a mild condition, there might be a possibility of cure, but Zi Xu probably still needed penicillin.
After Ran Yan changed her clothes, she was about to have breakfast when the maid reported that Lady Eighteen had arrived.
Ran Yan sneered, really unable to wait! It just so happened that she hadn’t had breakfast yet, so she ordered the meal to be brought to the main hall, eating while waiting for Ran Meiyu to enter.
From the front gates to Ran Yan’s courtyard took at most half the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. Ran Meiyu seemed to be in a very good mood, leading several maids on a leisurely stroll into the hall.
Ran Yan glanced at her casually, noticing that she was accompanied by two other elaborately dressed women, both around fifteen or sixteen years of age. After thinking for a moment, Ran Yan recognized the one in the miserable green skirt as Lady Fourteen, Ran Qian, and the one in pale white was Lady Fifteen, Ran Meixi.
From Lady Fourteen to Lady Eighteen, all were about the same age, especially Lady Sixteen, who was born on the exact same day as Ran Yan, so their ranks in the family were squeezed together,
Lady Fourteen, the legitimate daughter of the third branch, had a haughty look just like Ran Meiyu, truly birds of a feather. Lady Fifteen, a concubine daughter from the same branch, wore a plain pale white skirt with just two simple hairpins in her updo, her eyes downcast, maintaining a demeanor that was neither cold nor warm, impassive like a block of wood.