Chapter 450 - 293: Plotting Change
Ran Meiyu looked at Ge Lan’s expression and truly did not believe that she could hear any good news from her.
"I suppose you already know you’ve been promised to Cui Ershiyi," Ge Lan said with a faint smile on her face, her voice light as a feather, "Is it sorrow? Is it joy?"
When Ran Meiyu was asked this, her foggy brain suddenly cleared up on one thing: although Cui Ershiyi came from a distinguished background, he fell far short of Xiao Song. Xiao Song was not only of noble birth, but his family’s power and influence were also prominent. In terms of scheming, Cui Ershiyi couldn’t compete with him. Under such circumstances, to let Ran Meiyu, who was deathly afraid of Ran Yan, marry and live a life full of fear in Chang’an, how could she dare...
Seeing that she had understood, Ge Lan couldn’t help but smile faintly, "Lady Eighteen is indeed a clever person. The good news I wanted to tell you today is exactly this." Pausing for a moment, Ge Lan’s androgynous voice became extremely gentle, "You will be liberated very soon."
Ge Lan reached out and gently covered Ran Meiyu’s nose and mouth, and before Ran Meiyu had any chance to react, she fell deeply asleep.
Thinking it over, Ge Lan did not harbor a significant grudge against Ran Meiyu, so she wouldn’t choose to simply give Ran Meiyu a scare like Ran Yan had. What she wanted was in fact much simpler: it was Ran Meiyu’s life, the tears of the Gao family, and their retaliation.
If you are to blame, it’s only because you were born into the wrong body!
Ge Lan took a syringe out of her sleeve, turned Ran Meiyu over, pulled back her thin undergarment, and stabbed the needle into her spine with surprising proficiency.
For this day, she had often consulted Ran Yan for knowledge of human anatomy and had practiced countless times on herself, feeling for her own spine daily, trying to find the exact spot. Compared to reaching behind her back, her current posture was much more effective. She had a background in traditional Chinese medicine, which, though lacking anatomical knowledge, was quite adept at dealing with the meridians and bones.
In doing this series of actions, Ge Lan did not hesitate. Whenever she thought of her mother’s tragic death, or her once honest and kind-hearted father reduced to a wretch after being led astray, or his dreadful state after being maimed, or the apologetic and remorseful look in his eyes as he sold her into servitude... and when she thought of her once joy-filled home turning into ruins... she wouldn’t feel an ounce of hesitation, not a bit of guilt!