Chapter 211 - 134: Patron, You’re Overthinking It
"Shilang," Ran Yan said.
Ran Yunsheng looked up from the bottom of the stairs to Ran Yan’s calm and waveless expression. For some reason, he sensed a hint of dejection. Thus, he reined in his smile and began walking up, while asking, "What’s the matter?"
"Master Huai Yin has passed away," Ran Yan stepped down the stairs and took Ran Yunsheng by the hand to descend. Watching a cremation wasn’t a beautiful sight, especially when it was someone like Master Huai Yin who had just recently died.
"Passed away? Master Huai Yin was in the prime of his life, how could he have passed away?" Ran Yunsheng was full of confusion, but seeing that Ran Yan didn’t seem willing to explain, he didn’t probe further.
Ran Yunsheng turned to look back and saw a man in a purple round-necked robe standing at the door. He stopped in his tracks, turned around, and greeted him with a bow, "I greet you, Assistant Minister Xiao."
"Shilang, there’s no need for such courtesy," Xiao Song said with a faint smile, his gaze complex as he glanced at Ran Yan. He merely nodded slightly to her before turning to return to the temple.
Ran Yunsheng looked at Ran Yan’s somewhat gloomy expression and said with a smile, "I heard that Layman Ran’s lay Buddhist name is Jing Yu. Why do I see that the frown between your brows has not only not dispersed but seems to have deepened?"
Jing Yu was the lay Buddhist name the Temple Master had given to Ran Yan, saying that there was a color of melancholy between her brows and hoping she would purify her mind and disperse the entanglements in her heart through practice.
"Don’t frown, Shilang. I have good news for you. Our uncle has agreed that after the Mid-Autumn Festival, you can go to Chang’an with me. I’ve come here specifically to take you back to the main residence to stay for a couple of days," Ran Yunsheng said joyfully. He felt great tenderness for his sister and had made a lot of effort to get the consensus of both Ran Wen and Mrs. Gao.
Ran Yan could guess some of it, and while she was touched, she was indeed also very happy. To go to Chang’an and experience the splendor of the Great Tang was worth the journey across time. She then said with a smile, "I heard a story, and after listening to it, I felt quite stifled. How about I tell it to Shilang? They say that sorrow can be shared by those who listen."