Miss Truth

Ran Yan glanced through the light gauze at the few men.

The road ahead gradually cleared, and the carriage slowly started moving forward. Ran Yan immediately said, "Stop the carriage."

The carriage came to a halt, and Ran Yan picked up her veil and put it on. "Let’s sit in this restaurant for a while."

The three of them got out of the carriage, which was led by the servant of the restaurant to the stable behind. Ran Yan followed the two gentlemen into the hall and saw them heading to a private room on the second floor. She then tipped the servant some money and asked him to quietly lead them to sit next to the private room of the two gentlemen.

The servant thought they were some wife out to catch her husband cheating, with a knowing expression, he led them upstairs and into a private room, skillfully saying, "Our room is good for eavesdropping, madam. If you want to listen to the corner conversation, you can use the small hole near the north corner."

"Thank you." Ran Yan was not the least bit embarrassed when her intention was exposed; she thanked him frankly.

Seeing her attitude, the servant became even more convinced of his guess and happily recited the menu.

Ran Yan casually ordered a few dishes and then stood by the corner of the wall.

Clear voices from the other side reached her, "Speak quickly, what’s wrong with Pei Jing?"

"Pei Jing hasn’t been to the Imperial College for quite a few days now. Initially, it was said he was ill, but nobody knew what illness. However, I recently heard that a few days ago when Pei Jing had an attack, blood suddenly started spurting from his neck like rain, spattering the whole room. One of his personal maids fainted on the spot from shock."

"Really?" An astonished voice asked, "It sounds like suicide; how could he contract such a strange illness? And how is he now?"