From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Unaware of this, Ming Jing dismounted and removed her helmet, only to be immediately swarmed by a horde of media outlets to interview her.

“Miss Ming Jing, the CMO official website just released this year competition list, do you think you can make it?”

The journalist who managed to ask first was met with his colleagues’ disgruntled glare.

Ming Jing faced the camera, with a faint smile, her eyebrows resembling the autumn moon, eyes calm as still water, her fair skin and strong bone structure complemented by a gentle breeze.

“Since you ask, is it necessary for me to answer?”

Her voice was soft, like pearls dropping onto a jade plate. Her composed confidence was deeply ingrained in her.

Stumped by her response, the reporter realised he’d asked a foolish question.

“Miss Ming Jing, it’s rumored that you and Violent Wind had only one month of concentrated training. How did you manage to achieve such harmony in such a short time?”

“Violent Wind is very smart and spiritual; we worked well together, hence the efficiency.”

“Miss Ming Jing, we’ve heard that you co-launched a charity foundation with the Jockey Club this year, in addition to the Wishful Foundation that you’ve established before, will you focus more on your charity work in the future?”

“In the spirit of Buddha’s kindness and compassion to guide all beings from suffering to joy, my individual strength is not much, but if it can help someone, then it’s a good deed. As the Infinite Life Sutra states: Good people doing good deeds will gain good outcomes, just as evil deeds will yield suffering, and ambiguity results in obscurity.”

With a gentle smile, as softly as holding a flower, her eyes were full of compassion and kindness. Her equestrian prowess, in an instant, seemed quite distant and unfamiliar.

Silence fell around her, and even the cheers from the audience seemed blurred.

Ming Jing turned to leave with a smile, still in her horse-riding suit, her silhouette exuded an aura of transcendent grace, like ethereal clouds and lonely geese.

Charity work isn’t a career. Using such words to describe it tarnishes the purity of a young girl’s soul. True compassion is a wisdom that comes from one’s heart, a love borne from pity for the suffering of all beings.

The term “kindness” feels too crass to describe this, her profound wisdom capable of breaking through all beings, manifests her great compassion.

There was a rumor that Ming Jing became a nun at an early age and was later brought back by the Zhus to re-enter the secular world. No one believed it until this moment, when they finally saw her other side.

With a soft smile and a flower in her hand, her eyes were serene, eyebrows filled with kindness. She stood in the depth of time, the cheers around her didn’t impact her at all. Material gain and desire were to her like morning dew and floating dust. Her clothes were neither dirty nor clean, nor increasing or decreasing.

A pure soul can navigate freely in and out of the secular world.

Liuxian Town.

As the TV screen shifted to the cheering crowd, a young man sitting on the sofa was caught up in the image of the young girl’s smiling face with a flower in her hand.

Most people only judge by appearances and cannot understand the truth.

Perhaps, in this world, I’m the only one who can truly understand you.

However he, far from being as powerful, was still struggling in the mud of secular life, tossing and turning day and night, unable to sleep peacefully.

Life seems complex at first, but it’s actually simple; and seems simple yet is as knotted as a ball of yarn, only getting messier the more it’s rolled.

The only powerful law is inner peace.

But life is unpredictable, and people’s hearts are fickle, so where can he find peace?

His Master says he was born with wisdom, his fellow disciples lauded his natural intelligence, he always thought so, until he met Ming Jing and realised his own shallowness.

Masters told him that he could not break the shell of worldly understanding, and his practice could hardly progress. He wasted his life toiling meaninglessly.

“Hey… What are you looking at?” A young petite girl suddenly popped up, blocking the TV and hands on her hips, staring at him angrily.

Liu Jingyun was lost in thoughts, and did not respond for a moment.

The girl became angry seeing him ignoring her, she threw herself on him, grabbed his ear, leaned into his ear and yelled, “Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear when I’m talking to you? Are you pretending not to hear me?”

Liu Jingyun frowned, stood up and took a step back, “Speak properly.”Liu Muxue glared at him, her small face flushed. Her delicate face was like the most exquisite peony on a branch, a pair of apricot eyes wide open in anger, she resembled an angry little deer, lacking dominance but full of adorability.

“I’m asking you, were you watching Ming Jing’s horse race? You have known Ming Jing for a long time, don’t assume I don’t know. On the daily shows, you were seen on the camera when they ended up going to Hanshan Temple. You received compliments online as the most handsome monk. You were flirting with Ming Jing, you must like her.”

Liu Jingyun’s brows were as if wreathed in frost, his usually gentle voice echoing like winter’s chill, “I have behaved appropriately with Ming Jing, don’t slander us.”

It was the first time Liu Muxue had heard Liu Jingyun speak to her in such a cold tone. No matter how she had teased him or bullied him in the past, he had always ignored her, embodying the image of a gentleman.

Enraged, Liu Muxue screamed like a madwoman, “The moment her name is mentioned, you change into a different person, and you say you don’t like her?”

Liu Jingyun took a deep breath, “A summer insect cannot understand ice.” He turned and left as his words fell.

Liu Muxue immediately rushed out to stop him: “Don’t leave, explain to me what exactly is the relationship between you and Ming Jing?”

Liu Jingyun said coldly, “Ming Jing and I are siblings who share the same master.”

“You’re lying.”

“Whether you believe it or not is your business.” He stepped around her and left without another word.

Liu Muxue watched as he walked away, furiously stomping her feet.

“Aargh, this is killing me.”

“Miss, please don’t be angry, this is your medication for today. It’s quickly cooling, please drink it quickly.”

“By the way, the prescription given to you by your friend is really good. Over the past month, you’ve been ill less frequently. If there’s a chance, invite your friend over to our home. The lady of the house wants to thank her properly.”

Liu Muxue stared at the blackish medicinal brew. Anger surged in her heart, she suddenly picked up the bowl and threw it, splattering the medicine all over the floor.

Maid Liu exclaimed in surprise, “Miss, why did you smash the bowl? It took over four hours to brew this medicine.”

Liu Muxue said resentfully, “I don’t need her charity.”

With those words, she turned and ran upstairs.

Maid Liu slapped her thigh, “What a misfortune.”

“What happened to Muxue?” Yang Ruoshui asked as she approached.

“I don’t know what conflict rose between her and young master, she’s lashing out at the medicine. The young master’s temperament is usually so pleasant. The time when Miss pushed him into the river as a prank, he almost drowned because he couldn’t swim, but he didn’t hold it against her. I really don’t know what’s going on this time? Sigh, everyone has their bad moods, and the young master is no exception.”

At first, Yang Ruoshui resisted Liu Jingyun, but after interacting for a while, she really liked this adopted son who was kind, filial, and good-tempered. However, Muxue was really spoiled, bullying Jingyun every day, and getting increasingly audacious because Jingyun never argued back with her.

“Jingyun is a good boy, Muxue, instead, has been spoiled by me and her father to the point where she behaves recklessly. Maid Liu, please prepare another bowl of medicine, I am going to see Jingyun.”

Even after getting into the CMO, Liu Muxue wasn’t happy at all.

Because she also saw Ming Jing’s name on the list.

What a persistent ghost!

Liu Muxue thought bitterly, biting her lip.

Beating her pillow, she cursed viciously, “Liu Jingyun, you idiot, I hate you so much.”

Finally, she collapsed crying onto the large bed, hugging her pillow.

“Why do you have to be my brother?”

Liu Muxue turned pale, suddenly clutching her chest, the veins in her neck and back of her hand bulging. She reached out a hand to grab the inhaler from her bedside drawer, but her arm dropped weakly.

It would be better if she died.

The image of that young man she saw in the ancestral hall that day flashed through her mind, a fierce will to live ignited in her eyes.

No, she cannot die…