From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Ye Jian gripped the man’s jaw, his blade edging closer.

The man’s pupils reflected the blade. After enduring hours of torture, both his body and spirit exhausted, he finally broke down, crying out, “I’ll talk. I’ll say everything.”

The man in the main seat scoffed, “No tears until you see the coffin.” With a wave of his hand, Ye Jian put away his dagger and backed off.

The man slowly said, “But I have one condition, spare my family. They are innocent, or I swear I’d rather die than let you off.”

“That depends on your sincerity.”

The man paused, then continued, “Twelve years ago, Ji Chang betrayed Master

Wen. Over the years, he has hidden a lot of evidence. He took the evidence to Jingdu, Master Wen pursued him, captured his son to threaten him, but the intel was wrong, and they captured the wrong child…”

Man started to cough violently. In the silent room, his coughing sounded particularly harsh.

After a pause, he continued, “That child had an important identity, Master Wen got trapped in Jingdu. When that kid saw Master Wen, Master Wen wanted to kill him to eliminate the threat, but unexpectedly, Yu Jiang turned against him, killed Master Wen when he wasn’t looking, and tried to kill me as well. It was only because my heart was on the right side that I survived and then I went into hiding.”

Man squinted his eyes, “You think, Yu Jiang did this to save that child?” “No, she was an undercover agent from the start,” the man said decisively.

“Why are you so sure about that?”

“Because she told Master Wen before his death. I can read lips, and I saw it.”

“What did she say?

“She said she would trade Ran Bowen’s head for her freedom.” “What about the Qinglong Seal, did she take it?” The man’s pupils suddenly contracted, “I… I don’t know.”

“It seems this won’t do,” sighed Ran Tengxiao.

“Your uncle has already died, clinging to this secret is pointless now. Why not let the Qinglong Association thrive under my command?”

“We once swore in front of Master Wen that we would never betray. I’ve already broken my oath.”

“That’s right. Since you’ve already been a traitor, there’s no need to keep up this false pretense. Tell me, I will ensure that your family lives a better life.”

“Daddy save me.” A child’s cry for help came from the next room. It was quickly muffled, leaving behind only the sounds of struggle.

The man crawled to Ran Tengxiao’s feet and started kowtowing, “Master Xiao, I beg you, spare my son. He knows nothing.”

“I already gave you a chance.”

Man gritted his teeth, “Master Wen’s Qinglong Seal was taken by Yu Jiang.” “What about the other half, who did your uncle give it to?”

Man hesitated for a moment, a cry for help came from the next room again.

Placing his forehead on the ground, the man said despairingly, “Master Wen’s lover.”

A man raised his eyebrows, “Oh? How come I don’t know my uncle had a lover?”

“Master Wen protected her well. Every time he saw her, it was alone. So, I only know she existed but I have never met her.”

“You’re still not telling the truth.”

“Master Xie, I swear, it’s the truth. That’s all I know, I wouldn’t lie to you,” the man knocked his head on the ground.

“In that case, use that woman in exchange for your son.”

Ran Tengxiao stood up, slowly heading towards the exit. At the doorway, he turned back to glance at him, “I’ll give you three months. If I don’t see that woman by then, prepare a coffin for your son.”

A group of people left. The man sat kneeling on the floor, clutching his head, banging it on the floor, crying in despair.

“Master Wen, Shou Chang has failed you.”

On the roof, a shadow lay still. It had stayed so long, it seemed to blend in with the darkness.

After the people had gone, it jumped lightly to the backyard. Upon turning around, it saw a tall man standing there, asking, “Who are you?”

Ye Jian coldly observed the teenager standing opposite him. Dressed all in black, he was tall and thin. The brim of his hat was pulled very low, giving him a mysterious appearance.

The youth tilted his head. A simple movement gave off an eerily unsettling vibe.

“Just a passer-by.” The voice of the youth was very cold, but his Mandarin wasn’t very good, mixed with an awkward accent.

“You’re not going anywhere today.” Ye Jian flexed his hands and charged at him.

The youth sidestepped with agile movements, like a wandering dragon. Ye Jian silently admired his beautiful moves, realizing the youth was not simple and got even more serious..