Miss Truth-Chapter 469 - 305: The Suicidal Person

Never do things you will regret beyond redemption...

Su Fu had never done anything in his life that he did not regret, so one more or one less didn’t make much difference to him.

Seeing him silent, Sang Chen’s face turned even paler, and he stammered, "Hero... brave man... you, you should see the bigger picture... the world is vast, and people are as insignificant as ants, no difficulty is more than a trifling matter..."

Su Fu had not expected Sang Chen, who appeared so meek and weak, to possess such a liberated spirit. As someone who lived a life of swift retribution, these words truly resonated with him.

"Spirited," he said, tilting his head back to drink from his flask, lifting the sack of wine, "Care to join?"

...

About half an hour later...

By the riverbank squatted a man in a grey robe; standing firmly next to him was a man in dark clothes. The two were three feet apart when the young man in the grey robe, amidst sobs and tears, choked out, "...but she is married now, and I need not hesitate any longer, yet my heart feels unbearably heavy. I hate my own incompetence, having only managed to bring a congratulatory gift today, and then losing my way. Now the city gates are closed, and I can only sleep outside the walls, not knowing when I might find my way back. If I miss the roll call tomorrow morning..."

It turned out that he had been wandering back and forth on the path behind them, all because he was lost! Su Fu, leaning on his long sword and gazing into the distance, felt he had added another regret to his life. He should not have let him drink, for after just one sip, he had started pouring out his woes like a little wife.

"A true man born into this world should not be so overcautious and constrained, unable to ease his mind. What’s the point of living!" Sang Chen yelled hoarsely and suddenly rushed into the lake in front of him.

Su Fu was slightly taken aback; he had never before seen someone who acted so impulsively. Almost before his cry had finished, the man had already fallen into the water. Yet he regained his composure quickly, looking down at Sang Chen struggling in the water, indifferently extending his sword, "If you want to come up, grab on."

The cold lake water sobered up Sang Chen considerably, at least enough to prevent further rash actions. Flailing in the water, he hadn’t heard what Su Fu said, but seeing the sword sheath held out, he quickly grasped it with both hands.

Su Fu pulled him to the shore, grabbed the collar of his robe, lifted him out of the water, dropped him on the bank, and turned to leave.

"Brave man!" Sang Chen grabbed the hem of his robe, coughed twice, and said, "Are you going back to the city, can we travel together?"

Su Fu frowned slightly, though he was getting impatient with him. Perhaps it was the first time someone had so unguardedly vented to him that, contrary to his own decision, he said, "Let’s go."

Sang Chen quickly got up and followed Su Fu toward the Vermilion Bird Gate.

By then, the night was still.

...

The next morning, before the morning drum had sounded, Wan Lu called Ran Yan to get up. A bride waking up late would be subject to ridicule, so Ran Yan groggily rose and sat in front of the dressing table, letting Wan Lu comb her hair.

Xiao Song was already awake too, lazily leaning on the bed watching Ran Yan get dressed.

Qing Luo, followed by four maids carrying washing utensils, entered the room, as Xiao Song had no maids of his own and could only rely on Ran Yan’s maids.

Xiao Song slightly raised his hand, stopping Qing Luo in her tracks, his gaze fixed on Ran Yan without looking elsewhere.

Only after Ran Yan had finished dressing did he get up from his bed, pulled clothes from the tray, and dressed himself. Qing Luo wanted to step forward to help, but hesitated because of his imposing aura, appearing visibly flustered.

The voice of a middle-aged woman came from outside the door, "My lord, lady. The slave is sent by the elder lady to fetch the embroidered handkerchief."

Lady Sang Chen referred to was Xiao Song’s mother, Lady Dugu.

Ran Yan had spoken casually last night, but upon hearing this now, her face flushed deeply red. In a while, she’d also have to present that item in front of Lady Dugu...

"Come in," Xiao Song said with a smile after glancing at Ran Yan.

Since it was Lady Dugu who had sent someone to fetch the handkerchief, Ran Yan assumed this person had her trust and thus got up to greet her.

The woman who entered was around thirty-five years old, dressed in a dull green robe adorned with dark yellow vine patterns, her fair face framed by simply styled, jet-black hair pulled back into a low bun, secured with two intricately designed golden hairpins. She had very ordinary features, a petite nose, thin lips, and her most striking feature was her smooth, prominent forehead, complemented by thin, curved eyebrows.

Wan Lu handed over the box containing the handkerchief with both hands.

The woman took it, unexpectedly opened the lid, pulled out the handkerchief, and handed back the box to the maid beside her.

Wan Lu was greatly embarrassed and kept her head down, not daring to make a sound.

The woman unfolded the handkerchief, glanced at the bloodstain, paused slightly but remained composed. She passed the handkerchief in front of Xiao Song, and upon seeing him nod slightly, she carefully folded it back and put it inside the box. "Slave will return and report now. My lord and Lady are both at the old residence, please don’t take too long."

"Thank you, Chanian," Xiao Song said politely.

"Lord Jiulang need not be so formal," Chanian said as she slightly bowed to Xiao Song and Ran Yan. "Slave will take her leave first."

Ran Yan and Xiao Song returned the bow.

Xiao Song was still dressed in his usual purple round-neck attire, no different from usual, while Ran Yan had made an effort to dress up—wearing a dark blue gown adorned with jewelry, gracefully magnificent, with her hair piled up high decorated with four slender, long hairpins, which was much lighter compared to the flower hairpin of over ten pounds she had worn the day before.

Xiao Song gently took Ran Yan’s hand and together they got into the carriage from the Inner Gate.

Sitting in the carriage, Xiao Song leaned close to her ear and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"

Ran Yan’s face turned red. She neither nodded nor shook her head but merely shifted in her seat, moving slightly away.

Seeing her shy, Xiao Song laughed and changed the subject. "The people we’re meeting this time are my grandmother, father, mother, elder brother, sister-in-law, second brother, and his wife. Since our main family lives far, after three months, we’ll also visit the ancestral hall and greet all the uncles and their families. This time, it’s all family; you needn’t be nervous. The Princess of Xiang City is kind, and although the Countess Jia Rong is fierce, she isn’t impolite."

"Mm," Ran Yan listened intently, these would be her relatives in the future. If she could not regard them as family, she needed at least to maintain a superficial harmony.

Xiao Song massaged her hand as he continued, "My father is a strict man, but since he has agreed to your entry into the family, he surely won’t mistreat you. My mother, though somewhat haughty, wouldn’t make things difficult for you without reason."

Lady Dugu had once given a tough lesson to the Princess of Xiang City and the Countess Jia Rong when they first entered the household, because she thought their statuses were worth the hassle. For Ran Yan, she might believe she could suppress this bride with a rather humble background as easily as she had suppressed them for years.

Step back and consider, Lady Dugu is noble and has managed the household for decades, now past her prime, troubling her daughter-in-law would just be flexing her muscle, she naturally disdains doing so.

In terms of pride, Xiao Song truly resembled Lady Dugu very much. Only the people who caught his eye would he make an effort to befriend or deal with, anything else was considered as nothing more than dirt.

"It’s hard to say," Ran Yan thought of that particular handkerchief and wondered what Lady Dugu’s expression and reaction would be after seeing it. (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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