Miss Truth
Chapter 531 - 352: Farewell_2

Chapter 531: Chapter 352: Farewell_2

He hadn’t finished his thoughts when Wan Lu came to report, "My lord, a servant from the front courtyard says that someone from the palace has arrived, apparently a Junior Supervisor."

Ran Yan, who was leaning on the window to breathe in the cool air, paused in her movements but insisted on looking away, refusing to glance at him.

Xiao Song stepped forward, turned her face towards him, and gently kissed her smooth forehead, helplessly smiling, "Let’s say our farewells in advance."

"Just go," Ran Yan said impatiently.

Xiao Song gave a faint smile and turned to leave.

In fact, his mourning period had already ended today. He was to formally visit the Government Office the next day. If he was only going to the Ministry of Criminal Justice, the Emperor would not have sent someone specially to inform him, unless it was an immediate dispatch to an assigned task.

Ran Yan frowned and looked out the window, soon catching sight of Xiao Song walking through the courtyard with an umbrella. He was still clad in plain clothing, his jet-black hair loosely tied back, under a tawny oiled-paper umbrella. His figure was remarkably proportioned, moving through the curtain of rain like an immortal, drawing one’s gaze irresistibly.

"Lady," Wan Lu brought over a soothing summer soup, "Have some more to dispel the remaining heat."

Ran Yan silently accepted the cup and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Wan Lu, why do I feel a bit heartache already, even though he hasn’t left yet?"

"You and your lord have a love as deep as the sea; he is also extremely considerate towards you. It’s natural to feel sad about his sudden departure. I just hope he will come back soon," Wan Lu consoled.

Ran Yan’s frown deepened, but she stubbornly denied it, "I think... it’s just that his silhouette just now was too appealing."

Seeing her stubbornness, Wan Lu couldn’t help but cover her mouth and laugh softly.

Ran Yan slowly turned her head, her face expressionless as she looked at her. Wan Lu quickly nodded like a pecking chicken, "Yes, yes, it’s all because the lord is too handsome."

"Hmm," Ran Yan nodded and slowly sipped on the summer soup.

About a quarter of an hour later, Xiao Song returned from the front courtyard, seeing Ran Yan leaning against the window reading medical books. He joined her on the mat, wrapped an arm around her slender waist, and said, "Look at me, Lady."

Without taking her eyes off the medical books, Ran Yan responded, "What’s so great about your looks? Even the most handsome face loses its charm with too much familiarity."

"Just now, a message came from the palace ordering me to leave for Jiangnan Road tomorrow to investigate the continuous harm coming to the Court officials," Xiao Song rested his chin on her shoulder, finding a comfortable position, and continued, "Today, the Crown Prince went to the Emperor to recommend you to treat the Princess of Jinyang. I secretly had someone bribe the eunuch Zhong Rui to speak on behalf of the Crown Prince. However... Prince Wei also subsequently recommended Su Fu."

Ran Yan replied, "He appears to be much more trustworthy than me in every aspect."

"No, the chill of an assassin’s aura he carries is a fatal flaw," Xiao Song lazily said, "Since I owe him a favor, I won’t kick him when he’s down this time. Ah Yan... I trust you."

"Hmm," Ran Yan responded quietly.

Xiao Song buried his head in her shoulder, took a deep breath, the faint fragrance of orchid mixed with the subtle scent of medicine and her body’s natural perfume, always intoxicating him.

Newlyweds they were, yet because of mourning, Xiao Song hadn’t been able to enjoy conjugal bliss with Ran Yan for a long time. Though each night was torture, there was an inexplicable contentment in his heart.

Upon hearing that Li Tai had recommended Su Fu today, how could he not be worried?

Even though Su Fu would certainly be suspected by the Emperor, Li Tai would not just protect Su Fu, but also himself, and would go to great lengths to erase the fact that Su Fu was once an assassin. What’s more, Su Fu had something on Li Ke, so if his identity was exposed, it would be a threat to Li Tai as well. If Li Ke were to handle this, it would be even more foolproof than if Li Tai did it.

So, taking everything into account, it was most likely that the Emperor would have Su Fu and Ran Yan treat the Princess of Jinyang together.

That is to say, they would have to work together.

Two people who once had feelings for each other, even if those feelings were not clear, but after all, there was an affinity between them—who could ensure that no sparks would fly again when they met?

But Ran Yan had already made her stance clear, very clear indeed, and as a grown man, Xiao Song couldn’t keep clinging on, lest there was nothing going on but he stirred something up instead.

A lover is not a political enemy; one could occasionally play innocent tricks, but one mustn’t really resort to deceit. Other than loving openly and trusting wholeheartedly, what else could he do?

Ran Yan looked at the face that was close at hand, bent down to kiss his lips, tracing the contours of his lips with the tip of her tongue, softly entering his mouth and teasing unhurriedly.

At first, Xiao Song only responded sporadically, as if letting her have her way with him. But as Ran Yan deepened her kiss, his breath became more uneven, and his response grew passionate, eventually taking the initiative and launching an all-out offense.

Ran Yan chuckled softly and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Xiao Song lifted her horizontally, placed her on the couch, and covered her body with his.

Outside, the night rain drizzled endlessly, while inside, the spring scene was dazzling.

The heavy rain pushed back the heat of the recent days, and by the second half of the night, the rain had eased into a fine, dense drizzle, reminiscent of a March day in Jiangnan, lingering like someone about to part.

Before dawn broke, Ran Yan was at the outskirts to send off Xiao Song.

He was on a black steed, dressed in a dark brown straw raincoat that did not diminish his handsomeness. Under the wide hat, Xiao Song’s gaze was a tenderness unseen by others. He leaned over, touched Ran Yan’s face from beneath the umbrella, his long fingers gently caressing her eyebrows and eyes.

The fine rain fell silently around them, with everyone in the vicinity also remaining utterly quiet.

Xiao Song’s fingers lingered on Ran Yan’s lips for a few moments before he straightened up, raised his whip, and with a command of "Giddy up" that had not yet finished echoing, the horse had already dashed a pace away.

The soldiers and attendants following him whipped their horses and chased after him. The cries of "Giddy up" echoed one after another.

In the dim light, among the group wearing straw raincoats, Ran Yan could easily distinguish Xiao Song’s figure, watching him disappear into the distance, then lowered her eyes and covered her lips with her hand. (To be continued. If you like this novel, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)