Miss Truth

Sang Chen’s face turned pale as he stood at the bottom of the slope, speaking somewhat anxiously, "Lady, you should go back quickly. This place, this place is not suitable to linger."

Ran Yan nodded slightly and truly turned around to go back up the mountain.

"Wife!" Sang Chen hastily called out, "I, I sold a painting and calligraphy piece yesterday and made fifty guan. The money for the kiln has already been repaid."

Ran Yan looked down at him with an expectant look, like a child waiting for praise, his eyes as pure as a clear, washed sky. Her hand, hidden in her sleeve, clenched slightly as she said coldly, "Rabbit!"

Sang Chen stared at Ran Yan’s figure as it gradually disappeared among the grass and trees, his face full of bewilderment as he looked around the surrounding grass and muttered to himself, "There are no rabbits?"

When he looked up again, he could no longer see Ran Yan’s figure and murmured to himself in disappointment, "I came especially to return the Lady’s money and, incidentally... to enjoy the view."

Upon mentioning enjoying the view, a suspicious blush crept onto his handsome, fair cheeks. He quickly recited "Amitabha," but the next moment, a sudden gust of wind made him shiver. He looked around and, clutching the money in his bosom, scurried toward the temple like a rabbit.

"Lady, the person who was spying on us just now seemed to be a nun from Yingmei Temple," Xiao Man said, still shaken.

Ran Yan nodded, her annoyance with Sang Chen growing. He was such a jinx; he never showed up when expected and popped out exactly when the nun was fleeing.

As she nearly reached the courtyard, Ran Yan suddenly thought of the young nun who peered around every so often; could she be the one stalking and spying on them this time? If it was because of the rumors in the city, she wouldn’t be this curious, right? What exactly were her intentions?

Ran Yan put the matter aside for now, instructing Xiao Man to keep it to herself and not to speak of it to anyone, not even to Mrs. Xing or Wan Lu.