From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

“Do you think Madam Jiang and Zhu Mingjing knew each other before?”

Ye Lan raised an eyebrow: “I don’t think so, wasn’t Mingjing raised in a nunnery in the mountains? How could she possibly know Madam Jiang?”

Gao Jia shook her head, “You didn’t see the expression on Madam Jiang’s face when she first saw Mingjing.”

He turned to Zhu Xiangxiang: “What do you think?”

Zhu Xiangxiang took a sip of flower tea and said lightly: “You should go ask

Madam Jiang. ”

Gao Jia secretly rolled his eyes, thinking if I could directly ask Madam Jiang, I wouldn’t be wasting my breath with you…

A tall and thin figure walked in through the main gate, against the sunlight. Gao Jia’s gaze went through Zhu Xiangxiang’s shoulders, staring at the tall figure walking in, lost in thought.

Ye Lan coughed, straightened his back, and flicked a lock of hair behind his ear. Every movement seemed just right, as if carefully measured.

Zhu Xiangxiang squinted her eyes, the alarm bells ringing in her mind. She pinched her palm and suddenly stood up with her flower tea.

She turned around: “Oh, I’m sorry…”

Zhu Xiangxiang stared at the close-up handsome face like a startled deer, looking pitiful enough to make even the hardest of hearts feel sympathy.

Gao Jia and Ye Lan glared at Zhu Xiangxiang, their eyes almost shooting fire.

Scheming woman, terrifying mind games.

Jiang Jinchen furrowed his brows, took a step back, and coldly glanced at Zhu Xiangxiang.

The chill of his gaze felt like winter snow, numbingly cold and painful.

Zhu Xiangxiang gritted her teeth and said softly: “I’m sorry, senior, I dirtied your clothes. Please change and I’ll take them to be dry-cleaned for you.”

Gao Jia and Ye Lan cursed inwardly, it’s all tricks, Jiang Jinchen, don’t fall for it.

Jiang Jinchen brushed his long fingers over the wet spot on his sleeve and coldly said: “It’s not necessary.”

He no longer looked at the three of them and walked straight into the living room.

“Senior…” Zhu Xiangxiang unconsciously chased after him, but was stopped by Gao Jia.

“He obviously doesn’t want to talk to you, so don’t embarrass yourself by going over there.”

Zhu Xiangxiang shook off Gao Jia’s hand, “What’s it to you?”

“Oh, didn’t hook Jiang Jinchen, so you’re angry and embarrassed? You’re supposed to be Jiangzhou’s top lady, throwing yourself at someone so shamelessly.”

“Alright, I think Ms. Zhu didn’t do it on purpose, right, Ms. Zhu?” Ye Lan grinned at Zhu Xiangxiang.

Zhu Xiangxiang forced a smile and replied: “I did it on purpose, unlike some people who have evil intentions but no guts.”O

Jiang Chunlan remembered that two years ago, she went to a small town near Baitou Mountain to handle some matters. She got separated from her bodyguard and assistant due to an accident. When things were at their worst, she met a group of gangsters, but a hunter suddenly appeared and saved her.

She thanked the hunter, but he said: “You’re thanking the wrong person. It was

Master Mingjing who asked me to save you.”

She was very confused at the time: “Mingjing? Who is she? How could she know I was in danger?”

The hunter pointed to the rolling peaks not far away and said with admiration: “There is a Jiyue Temple on Baitou Mountain, where there’s a nun named Master Wu Xin. Her second disciple, Master Mingjing, is a divine person. There’s nothing she doesn’t know in this world.”

Jiang Chunlan was worried that someone had set a trap for her and didn’t believe it. The hunter added: “If you have nowhere to go for the time being, you can go to the temple. Master Wu Xin is very kind-hearted and often takes in homeless people.”

With a mindset of understanding both oneself and the enemy, she decided to take a chance and let the hunter lead her up the mountain.

Unexpectedly, there really was a Jiyue Temple, located on a cliff. The place was small and somewhat dilapidated, but ancient and peaceful, a pure and holy place.

She didn’t see Master Wu Xin, who had apparently gone wandering.

Inside the main hall was a golden statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and a slim nun in plain clothes Imelt on a meditation cushion, facing away from her. The hall was filled with the scent of sandalwood and the sound of a wooden fish, which made her feel incredibly calm involuntarily.

“Are you…Master Mingjing?” Jiang Chunlan tentatively asked.

The sound of the wooden fish paused for a moment and then continued. A soft and serene voice seemed to come from far away, ethereal and dreamlike, making her feel as if she was in a fantasy world.

“Why have you come so far, master?”

Jiang Chunlan glanced around and thought the nun was too young: “How did you know I was in trouble?”

“The secrets of heaven must not be revealed.”

She was being mysterious on purpose.

“Since Master Mingjing has such great powers, can you calculate why I am here?”

“To establish a heart for the world, to establish life for the people, to be sharp and aggressive, but too stern is easy to break.”

Jiang Chunlan was surprised for a moment, “Master Mingjing…”

She stayed at the temple for three days, living on simple meals and talking with Master Mingjing over tea. Those three days were the most comfortable days of her life, until her assistant and bodyguard found her on the third day.

Before she left, Master Mingjing gave her eight words: “Keep a low profile, we will meet again if fate allows.”

After returning, she often thought of Master Mingjing. The young, seemingly underage girl had eyes like an old man who had seen through the world. She couldn’t see through those eyes herself and always felt a sense of awe in front of Master Mingjing, as if she was a god to be worshiped.

She never expected that the Master Mingj ing she admired so much was actually the true daughter of the Zhu family.

What virtues and abilities did the Zhu family have!

She wanted to ask about the incident involving the Qinglong Association that day. Although the Qinglong Association was well-known, ordinary citizens wouldn’t know about it. How did Master Mingjing find out? The martial skills she had displayed that day were also beyond that of ordinary people.

Gazing into those deep, calm, black eyes that seemed like ancient wells, full of compassion and mystery.

Jiang Chunlan’s questions got stuck in her throat.

She only needed to believe that Master Mingjing would never harm her. That was enough.

“Madam, the young master is back,” came the reminder from her assistant Zhou Xue.

Accompanying the sound was the faint and rhythmic sound of footsteps. Jiang Chunlan smiled and took Mingjing’s hand: “Come, let me introduce someone to you..”