After her transformation and rebirth, she manipulates the innocent and ruthless to overthrow the wor

Xiao Ran felt a pang of sorrow and quickly told Zeng Jitian to get up.

Can you blame him? He passed the provincial examination at a young age, and his family worked hard to raise money for him to study in the capital.

Because of his poverty, he was bullied by the students at the school, and he only met Hanxiang because of his righteousness.

In the end, he was just a student who studied hard.

What's strange is that there are wealthy young men like Wu Wenyuan who bully others by relying on their power.

What's strange is Jiang Shaorong, who uses people as stepping stones.

What's strange is this unfair world!

Pei Yun glanced at the sky. "It's getting late. We should set off."

Zeng Jitian nodded slightly, then turned and walked towards the two small graves. He took out a small jar that he had prepared beforehand, and carefully scooped up some soil from his mother's and Hanxiang's graves with both hands, gently putting it into the jar.

After doing all this, he slowly got up and boarded the carriage.

Just as the coachman was about to whip the horse and set off, Zeng Jitian seemed to suddenly remember something, hurriedly leaned out, and shouted loudly, "Miss Xiao!"

Hearing the call, Xiao Ran walked forward with a puzzled look on her face. She saw Zeng Jitian sitting in the carriage, slowly opening his palm. In his palm lay a jade pendant, which radiated a warm luster in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"This is what Hanxiang secretly slipped to me that day." Zeng Jitian's voice was a little hoarse, and a trace of painful memories flashed in his eyes.

Xiao Ran's gaze fell on the jade pendant. She could tell that the jade pendant was of superior quality and excellent grade. If she were to pawn it, it should be worth a lot of silver.

Xiao Ran gently shook her head. "You can keep it."

“No, look here,” Zeng Jitian said quickly.

He gently turned the jade pendant over and handed it to Xiao Ran. On the back of the jade pendant was an extremely strange pattern, which was winding, twisting, and intricate.

Normally, she would have simply thought that the craftsman carving the jade pendant had a different pursuit, which was why he carved such intricate patterns.

But... the strange thing is that she had seen this pattern before.

And it was a moment she could never forget.

The carriage gradually drove away, the dust kicked up by its wheels swirling in the air and slowly obscuring everyone's view. Xiao Ran remained standing quietly in place, without uttering a single word.

"Sister Xiao? What's wrong with you..." Chen Zijing walked to Xiao Ran's side with a worried expression and asked softly.

Xiao Ran then came to her senses. She looked around and found that everyone's eyes were filled with concern and worry.

She shook her head slightly, forcing a smile, and said softly, "It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered some things from the past and was a little lost in thought."

Seeing this, Pei Yun gave a soft "hmm," his deep voice breaking the brief silence: "This place is not safe to stay any longer. I'll take you back to the city."

……

As dusk settled in the west, the setting sun resembled a giant fireball, radiating a soft and warm afterglow. The streets at dusk seemed to be covered with a layer of golden silk, the afterglow of the setting sun spilling into every corner, illuminating the path for those returning home.

After saying goodbye to Xiao Lan, Chen Zijin glanced at Xiao Ran with some worry and then headed back to the manor.

But before he could take more than a few steps, Xiao Ran called him back.

"What's wrong?" Chen Zijin saw Xiao Ran jogging over and took a few steps back as well.

Xiao Ran took out a jade pendant, which appeared soft and warm in the afterglow of the setting sun. But when she saw the pattern on the jade pendant...

"What is this?!" Chen Zijin was shocked.

This pattern is the same pattern on the mask of the man in black on the cliff of the Summer Palace.

At that critical moment of life and death, her memories seemed to be magnified many times over.

She will never forget that pattern!

Xiao Ran glanced around and whispered, "Keep quiet."

Chen Zijin swallowed the words that were about to come out and looked nervously at Xiao Ran.

"You mustn't tell anyone about this for now, not even your sister," Xiao Ran instructed. "Go back to the manor first. I still need to investigate this matter. Remember, you absolutely mustn't say a word, otherwise..."

Xiao Ran made a beheading motion.

"Hmm..." Chen Zijing swallowed nervously, "Sister Xiao, you have to be careful too..."

Xiao Ran nodded, then turned and walked into the bustling street under the setting sun without looking back.

Chen Zijin watched from afar. Although Miss Xiao's figure was thin and frail in the crowd, for some reason, she always felt that Miss Xiao was different from the rumors. Just like the day she saved her at the critical moment of life and death, she was not the kind of stupid and incompetent person that was rumored.

Rather, it's a feeling of... profound wisdom appearing as foolishness.

She shook her head, her face flushed with embarrassment.

I just learned this idiom at Guangwentang a few days ago, and I don't know if I used it correctly.

Seeing that Xiao Ran had disappeared, she turned and left.

"Sister, where are we going?" Xiao Lan asked cautiously, turning her head as she held Xiao Ran's hand.

Looking at the rows of houses not far away, Xiao Ran felt a peace she had never experienced before.

"Xiao Lan, let's go home."

(The Beijing Incident - End)