Chapter 255 Always Give the Fish Time to Take the Bait
"Kill her?"
Meng Shilan's voice was very soft, with a barely audible sigh.
"Guo Fan, do you know that Song Jiyun has lived in the Duke of England's mansion for so long, yet Zhou Congxian has still been unable to uncover their secret channels for transmitting messages?"
Guo Fan was taken aback, and the killing intent in his eyes froze.
"What you mean, Miss, is..."
“Song Jiyun is right, she is a bridge.”
"Zhou Congxian was ultimately constrained in his actions, considering the reputation of the Duke of Ying's mansion and his mother."
"I can use the methods he can't."
"I can judge those he can't."
"She can't die now."
Guo Fan's brows were tightly furrowed, and his face was full of struggle.
"But keeping her around will always be a major threat! Today she's the young master, but tomorrow..."
"I know."
Meng Shilan interrupted him.
"Song Jiyun is a chess piece that has been poisoned and pricked. Holding him in your hand could hurt you at any time."
The warmth in her eyes cooled again, leaving only cold calculation.
"Therefore, my method of playing chess is not as roundabout as Zhou Congxian's."
"To combat such a malignant tumor, we must use drastic measures."
Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a hint of ruthlessness.
"I want everyone to see what will happen to those who betray me and scheme against my children."
Guo Fan's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his head in response, "Your subordinate understands."
"But not now."
Meng Shilan raised her hand, and a locust leaf, blown down by the wind, landed right in her palm.
"The bait has already been cast; we need to give the fish some time to take the bait."
She blew gently, and the leaf twirled and flew away.
There will always be some people who are more anxious than we are.
"We'll close the net when someone gets impatient."
After saying that, she didn't hesitate any longer and walked out of the courtyard.
...
Once you step outside the ancestral hall, the surrounding noise gradually comes into view.
Meng Shilan glanced back at the Meng family ancestral hall, a place commemorating the heroic souls of martyrs. No one would have imagined that she would imprison Song Jiyun here.
She took a deep breath, suppressing all the anger in her body.
She walked quickly through the corridor and headed towards the guest courtyard.
The room of He Ran was filled with a strong smell of medicine and a faint smell of blood.
As you walk around the screen, the figure on the bed stirs.
He Ran has already woken up.
She was staring blankly at the green gauze canopy above her head, her eyes still unfocused, as if she didn't understand where she was.
Hearing footsteps, she turned her head with difficulty.
"Shi Lan..."
Her voice was hoarse and dry, and her face was as pale as a sheet of paper.
Meng Shilan walked over quickly and brought the prepared medicine to the bedside.
"You're awake."
Her voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.
She gently stirred the brown medicine in the bowl with a porcelain spoon, the warm steam blurring her vision.
"He Ran, thank you."
"Thank you for saving Little Fatty Xi."
If it weren't for her, Meng Shilan wouldn't dare to imagine whether she would have already lost her son.
This kindness is as heavy as Mount Tai.
Looking at the thick bandages wrapped around her body and her almost bloodless face...
Meng Shilan's heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand.
"I'm so sorry to have put you in such a dangerous situation..."
Seeing her like this, He Ran smiled weakly instead.
"Don't talk nonsense."
She tried to sit up, but the movement aggravated her wound, causing her to gasp in pain.
"Don't move!"
Meng Shilan quickly put down the medicine bowl and helped her up.
He Ran leaned back on the soft pillow, took a breath, and then grinned.
"You might not believe it, but I never thought I could be so brave."
She blinked, a hint of mischief appearing on her pale face.
“You know, I grew up on the frontier, with my father and brother, and I’ve seen some small-scale battles.”
"But those... are different after all."
"When two armies clash, what matters is their morale, their formation, and their numbers. In the end, those enemy soldiers are just ordinary people who don't know kung fu."
She paused, a hint of lingering fear flashing in her eyes.
"But those people yesterday were different."
"They are assassins, true martial arts warriors, every move of theirs is deadly."
"To be honest, I might not be afraid of one-on-one, but when so many come at once... I only had one thought in my mind at that moment."
She looked at Meng Shilan, her eyes clear and bright.
"Even if it means my death, I will protect Little Fatty Xi!"
Such frank and open words, such heroic spirit in the face of life and death.
Meng Shilan felt as if she had been struck a heavy blow.
She couldn't imagine how dangerous the situation must have been.
She couldn't imagine how this girl, who was a few years younger than her, had the courage to face such a desperate situation alone.
"I'm so sorry..."
Meng Shilan's voice trembled as she sobbed uncontrollably.
“I can’t explain this to your father, and I certainly can’t… explain it to my brother…”
He Ran looked at her crying with tears streaming down her face and was at a loss for what to do.
"Hey, why are you crying!"
"I'm perfectly fine. It's just that it looks scary. The doctor said that nothing vital was injured, and I'll be fine after some rest."
She reached out her uninjured hand, somewhat awkwardly trying to wipe away Meng Shilan's tears.
Meng Shilan grasped her hand, which still bore the marks and bruises from the fight.
"Stop talking..."
"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore."
Seeing that she was crying harder and harder, He Ran had a sudden inspiration and burst out laughing.
"Shi Lan, please don't cry."
She cleared her throat, feigning seriousness.
As the saying goes, an elder sister-in-law is like a mother.
"Although I'm not officially married into the family yet, it's only right that I take care of my sister-in-law and protect my nephew in advance!"
Her words, carrying the unique cheerfulness and uninhibitedness of a woman from the frontier, dispelled the heaviness in the room.
Meng Shilan was stunned, tears still clinging to her eyelashes, but she couldn't help but laugh at her.
"You..."
She stopped crying and smiled, giving her a reproachful look.
This silly girl, she's injured like this, and she still has the mind to joke.
But the phrase "an elder sister-in-law is like a mother" is like a warm current.
They are family.
In the future, we will be an even closer family.
They would do anything to protect their families.
Meng Shilan picked up the medicine bowl, scooped up a spoonful of medicine, and gently blew on it.
"Alright, future Mrs. Meng."
"Drink your medicine first."
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