Miss Truth

"Fan Bo’s old mouth is getting more venomous by the day!" Rong Qian huffed.

Ran Yan watched their casual interaction with a slight smile curling her lips, foreseeing that life in Chang’an would not be dull in the future.

In comparison with those mansions that easily occupied tens or even hundreds of acres, Ran Pingyu’s residence was not large; all in all, it was only about eleven or twelve acres. It was considered above average in size within Anshan Square, but what it lacked in size it made up for in exquisite construction. It seemed low-key, yet everywhere showed wealth and status.

Living in Chang’an is not easy! Tang Dynasty poet Gu Kuang had made a joking remark upon first meeting Bai Juyi about his name: "With rice so costly, living is not easy."!

This quote reflects the frighteningly high cost of living here, and, particularly in the eastern part of the city, it’s not just a matter of money when it comes to purchasing a home. The fact that Ran Pingyu, a businessman, was able to buy this property already came at a considerable price.

It was unclear whether Ran Yunsheng had intentionally made arrangements to show favor, or if Fan Bo had taken a liking to Ran Yan, but her accommodations were arranged in the He Ya Inn. Since the Ran estate was not large, the whole compound was designed like a garden, using borrowed scenery to hide the artifice. The He Ya Pavilion was not only delicately constructed but was also surrounded by evergreen trees to provide seclusion and elegance.

"Wife, Fan Bo is really good to you. I just passed by and saw where Ran Shiba lives; it doesn’t seem as elegant as our place," Wan Lu said, having learned from the Ran household’s servants that their place of residence was arranged by Fan Bo personally.

Ran Yan, dressed in slightly more relaxed clothes, lazily leaned against the round-backed -daybed by the window admiring the outside view. Hearing Wan Lu’s words, she turned her head and said, "We live our lives; why compare with others?"