CHAPTER 297: CHAPTER 290: I’M NOT INTERESTED

After speaking, Lin Haoran signaled to the guards surrounding Yun Ran and ordered in a deep voice, "Go, make her sign."

"Wait a moment!"

Suddenly, Lin Yanran called out to stop the guards who were about to move. She looked at Yun Ran with a sincere and earnest gaze.

"Sister, we are real sisters! Do we really need to be so confrontational? Can’t you make a small sacrifice for your younger sister?"

"Reputation is nothing but an illusory thing, as fleeting as a cloud. Is it really more important to you than our sisterhood?"

Yun Ran: "..."

[I really want to find a place to vomit! Third Senior Brother was right, indeed, if one is shameless, they’re invincible in the world!]

"Since reputation is so unimportant, why are you in a hurry to dissociate from the medical clinic? Have you drunk so much footwash that it’s given you some kind of brain disease?"

Lin Yanran’s emotionally sincere and perfect expression cracked for a moment but quickly restored to normal.

"Sister, it’s not that I care about those empty names. It’s just that my wedding with the Crown Prince is imminent. Even if I don’t think for myself, I have to think for the Crown Prince!"

"He is the heir to the country, the future ruler. How can he..."

"If you agree to this, sister, the Crown Prince will remember your kindness in the future. When he ascends the throne, he will definitely favor King Qin."

Yun Ran silently rolled her eyes in her heart.

That scheming Nangong Jue, he is already trying every means to kill Nangong Mo. Once he ascends, can Nangong Mo still live a good life?

Being able to keep his life would be fortunate, wouldn’t it?!

"Sister? Are you considering it? How have you considered it?"

Yun Ran: "..."

[Consider chicken stewing with mushrooms!]

"You speak so nicely! Unfortunately, I’m not interested."

Lin Yanran was stunned upon hearing this, and a subtle glint flashed through her eyes, "Sister, I really don’t want to see them make things difficult for you."

The tone shifted, and her expression turned cold, "But if you insist on this and refuse to cooperate, then I can’t help it!"

"Yan’er, your mother has long said she is rebellious, refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit. You are too kind and tender-hearted. Do you see it clearly now?"

Facing Mrs. Qin’s earnest words, Lin Yanran pretended to nod, her expression hard to hide disappointment, "Mother, Yan’er has been taught..."

Mrs. Qin embraced her, gently stroking her hair and softly comforting her, but her eyes glanced at Yun Ran with a cold and smug smile.

Fool! Does she think this is the Prince Qin Mansion? Does she think Nangong Mo, that cripple, can still back her up?

How dare she refuse? Hmph! Doesn’t she know what’s good for her!

Thinks she can leave without harm if she doesn’t obediently agree to this and sign the statement?

A fool is just a fool! Must suffer a bit before being obedient!

Lin Haoran waved coldly, and the guards responded, charging toward Yun Ran from both sides, while the steward stepped forward quickly with the statement and seal.

"Bang bang—" two muffled sounds echoed. The two guards flew out, landing heavily on the ground, screaming and raising a cloud of dust.

The steward suddenly stopped, looking at Yun Ran with horror, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

Just now, a guard brushed past his face and flew out, the cold wind still in his ears, and his face was still a bit hot...

Lin Haoran furrowed his brows deeply, his gaze sharp as an eagle directed at Yun Ran.

Others might not have seen clearly what happened, but he understood.

Before the two guards reached her, they were bounced back by an invisible barrier.

Was it inner strength?

As he walked through the Minister Mansion, the intricate carvings and luxurious flowers and plants exuded grandeur, but upon reaching Jin Garden, the scene dramatically transformed into one of desolation and decay.

After passing through the overgrown courtyard and pushing open the web-covered wooden door, a heavy scent of dust mixed with the smell of wood and mold hit them, somewhat choking.

Yun Ran took out a silk handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose, searching inside for possible mechanisms. After a duration of about one incense stick, she finally found the entrance to a secret chamber behind a mural.

The secret chamber was very dim, and Yun Ran took out a Luminous Pearl to illuminate it.

Upon seeing the full view of the chamber, Yun Ran couldn’t help but sigh. Rather than a secret chamber, it was more like a study room.

Several rows of bookshelves neatly stocked with books on each level. On the side, there was also a set of purple sandalwood tables and chairs, with a pot of long-dried flowers on the table.

Yun Ran wandered among the bookshelves, casually picking up books to flip through, which covered a wide range of topics. Classics, divination, astronomy, geography, astrology, military strategy, travel notes, medicine, alchemy, and even biographies and Yuefu poems.

These books had been gathering dust for years, their pages turning yellow.

Among the many volumes, Yun Ran discovered a book with a blank cover page. Opening it, she discovered it was a diary with delicate handwriting, frequently mentioning Lin Qianqiu’s name.

Yun Ran read a few pages carefully and found it was indeed a record of events between Bai Ruoxi and Lin Qianqiu, from meeting, knowing, to falling in love.

Yun Ran decisively stuffed this diary into her pocket.

Later, she discovered some scrolls in a dark compartment of the cabinet, all portraits, including a young Lin Qianqiu and Bai Ruoxi’s self-portrait, among others unknown to Yun Ran.

Yun Ran selected a few of Lin Qianqiu’s and discarded them before taking out a Heavenly Silkworm Silk woven sack she carried with her and packed all remaining scrolls into the sack.

In addition, Yun Ran also tucked a seemingly ordinary and quaint wooden hairpin into her sleeve.

Footsteps rapidly approached, and Lin Qianqiu strode into the secret chamber with large steps, "Lin Wanyue, you’ve come but didn’t first go greet your grandmother? Such disrespect..."

Unfinished, the words transformed into an exclamation. Lin Qianqiu unexpectedly stepped on something, slipped, and landed on his backside.

Lin Qianqiu, both embarrassed and angry, looked at what tripped him, only to see a portrait of his younger self, his expression pausing briefly, gaze momentarily complex.

Yun Ran gave him a cool glance, "You’ve done too many wrongs; even the ground couldn’t bear it, why not fall to your death?"

Lin Qianqiu’s face, originally flushed with embarrassment from slipping, quickly turned green, glaring angrily at Yun Ran and cursing, "You rebellious daughter! Scourge! Did you throw these paintings on the ground?"

Yun Ran lazily glanced at the painting in his hand, "True, I shouldn’t have thrown them on the ground; I should have directly burned them instead."

"You!"

Lin Qianqiu was so infuriated he almost spat blood, his face alternating between green and white, as if a puff of blue smoke was floating above his head.

Remembering his purpose for coming, he suppressed the anger brewing inside, trying to adopt the guise of a caring father.

"Ahem! How have you been lately? Has King Qin bullied you?"