Miss Truth

Huai Yin saw Sang Chen’s reddened face and suddenly remembered the day he returned to the temple when he saw Sang Chen’s joyful excitement, and he instantly understood.

"You want to protect that Wife." Huai Yin sat cross-legged under the corridor, his gaze falling on the fallen leaves floating in the water tank in front of him, his limpid eyes also fluctuating with the ripples that spread around the leaves.

Sang Chen, with a flushed face, uneasily grasped his robe and sat down beside him, earnestly listening to the teachings.

Observing his demeanor, and thinking of his personality, Huai Yin’s brows stayed furrowed, and he began with slightly parted lips, "That Wife does not like you."

Under Huai Yin’s gaze, Sang Chen’s complexion gradually turned paler.

"If you desire the power to protect her, you essentially don’t need to enter officialdom, acknowledge the identity of the legitimate son of the Cui family from the sixth wife, and inherit your father’s noble title. You are the legitimate descendant of the Boling Cui family, the noble Lord of Cheng County." Huai Yin’s phoenix eyes shifted slightly, and with a pitiful look turned towards Sang Chen, watching his resistant gaze, he said, "You see, your affection for her is just so much."

Sang Chen’s face turned deathly pale, and he looked at Huai Yin, shocked. He had not expected this uncle, who only spoke of Buddhist doctrines, to speak so sharply and mercilessly.

Huai Yin seemed to have no intention of stopping, "You hate your parents for being too vulnerable, your mother for committing suicide, your father for dying of heartbreak. You hate the Cui family for abandoning you, so you refuse to acknowledge them, but Sui Yuan, there are far crueller things in this world, and if you can’t bear this, you won’t be able to bear what comes next. If that Wife truly cared for you, she would be willing to live a life of obscurity with you, but as it is, the flower wishes, but the stream does not care, does it?"

These harsh and piercing words left Sang Chen unable to respond for a long time. Indeed, the lover is willing, but the beloved is not.

Huai Yin picked a fallen leaf out of the water tank, his clear voice sounding almost like a guiding chant, "Whether you acknowledge it or not, your background and status are on par with Young Master Xiao, and compared to him, you are even more innocent. But you lost from the start."