roccoschili Chapter 700 - 347: On the Verge of Death
Chapter 700 - 347: On the Verge of Death
Chapter 700: Chapter 347: On the Verge of DeathAbout Jiang Wan’s intelligence, Cat Lord didn’t say much, maybe this is all he knows.
However, another member, Old Snake, provided some new information.
It’s about the Crown Prince Zhou Yin.
Previously, the Crown Prince went to the Ten Thousand Mountains
"Shameless wench!"
In a flash, Yeying vanished into thin air.
"Shameless... wench..."
Meiniang’s eyes were misty. She leaped onto a nearby tavern rooftop and gazed at the men drinking noisily in the distant night market, narrowing her phoenix eyes and muttering, "I really love being a shameless wench."
With that, she stripped off her clothes and spread her arms wide, reveling in the extreme ecstasy.
Then she took out a wooden mallet used for striking a wooden fish.
The woman reclined at the rooftop edge, biting a strand of her hair...
...
Dodging the Hidden Guards, the wanton woman slipped back into her room at the Ran Mansion.
She removed the fox mask from her face, pinned up her hair, donned her usual plain and conservative dress, and returned to her demure and elegant identity as the Madam of the Ran Mansion.
"Where did you go? I couldn’t find you earlier."
The Sect Leader Ran Jinyi pushed open the door and asked.
The man was drunk, reeking heavily of alcohol.
Zuo Su replied flatly: "I went to the ancestral hall to chant scriptures and offer blessings for Qingchen."
"What blessings does that cursed star deserve!"
Ran Jinyi waved his hand and smashed a vase on the table to the ground. His face flushed red with drunken anger as he shouted, "She hasn’t caused enough harm to our Ran Family, has she? She’s nothing but a cursed star!"
Zuo Su smirked faintly and said leisurely: "If you’re going to rant, do it in Old Madam’s room. After all, this is all her doing."
Ran Jinyi clenched his fists, opened his mouth but refrained from losing his temper further.
He slumped into a chair, burying his fingers into his messy hair and muttered painfully: "Everything I’m doing is for the Ran Family. Why can’t Mother understand? I don’t want to do this either, but... I’m so afraid of death."
Zuo Su couldn’t be bothered to comfort this spineless man. She instructed a maid to bring a bowl of herbal soup from the kitchen, and after taking the bowl, she said: "I’ll go see Old Madam and try to persuade her."
"Madam, please try your best to persuade her, say some nice things..."
Before Ran Jinyi could finish his sentence, the woman had already walked out of the room.
The man collapsed weakly against the chair back, looking utterly dejected.
Zuo Su arrived at Old Madam Ran’s small resting chamber.
The once spirited old woman now lay on the bed, skin-and-bones, almost unrecognizable.
Zuo Su placed the bowl of soup down, picked up a nearby soft pillow, and gently propped it under the back of the old woman’s head to elevate it slightly. She then scooped a spoonful of the herbal porridge, blew on it, and held it to the old woman’s mouth, softly saying: "Old Madam, please eat a little."
Old Madam Ran shook her head weakly, trembling as she raised her stick-like hand and pushed the spoon away.
A bit of soup dribbled onto her face.
Zuo Su silently looked at her, her gaze in the flickering dim light appearing cold and dark.
"What, afraid your daughter-in-law will poison you?"
Zuo Su put the bowl back on the table and took out a handkerchief to wipe the spilled soup off the old woman’s face, her tone laced with sarcasm.
Old Madam Ran stared vacantly at the wall, lost in thought.
"Some things in this world seem to come with inevitable retribution. Tell me, does this count as retribution for us?"