Chapter 11: Shifting the Trouble to Others

"Since you have been heartless, don't blame me for being unrighteous."

An Ran sneered. She had hypnotized Qiu Yue, the head maid by Yan Lingtong's side, to get to the bottom of the matter.

A few days ago, a rumor had suddenly spread that the Fourth Prince was going to take the foolish Third Miss of the Prince Yan's Mansion as his consort.

Most people heard this rumor and laughed it off, but Yan Lingtong was ruthless enough to want to kill her own younger sister over a baseless rumor.

However, no one in the Prince Yan's Mansion dared to lay a hand on Yan Lingmeng. Yan Lingsi came up with a plan: the three sisters would use the excuse of going to Ruyuan Temple to pray for blessings, and in the process, take Yan Lingmeng out of the mansion.

In the middle of the night, Yan Lingsi personally threw Yan Lingmeng into a dilapidated temple next to Ruyuan Temple.

That dilapidated temple had always been a gathering place for beggars. One could easily imagine what would happen to an unarmed, mentally disabled young girl thrown into such a place.

An Ran recalled the corpses scattered around her when she had first woken up. Those people, dressed in rags, must have been the beggars who lived in the temple.

So, who killed them?

Young Master Shen.

This was the only answer An Ran could think of.

As for why Young Master Shen appeared in the dilapidated temple in the middle of the night to save Yan Lingmeng, she couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she racked her brain.

"Sigh."

An Ran let out a sigh. When she had first arrived in this world, her mind hadn't been clear, and seeing her clothes torn, she had immediately vented her anger on Young Master Shen.

But as a healer, she had checked afterward and realized that this body was still a virgin.

Her momentary outburst of anger was not only biting the hand that fed her, but it had also brought a death sentence upon herself.

It was too late for regrets now; she could only offer an apology to that unfortunate Young Master Shen.

However, this Yan Lingsi—she had to die!

Yan Lingsi was huddled in a corner, clutching her quilt and shivering. Her eldest sister didn't know what had happened and had been hiding in her room all day without coming out.

As for her second sister, she had been constantly passing gas and was also hiding in her room, afraid to come out.

As for herself, she hadn't been able to utter a single word until now.

Had they truly angered the gods?

*Creak.* The door was pushed open. Yan Lingsi’s body jolted violently, her eyes fixed intently on the person entering.

Suddenly, her eyes widened. She opened her mouth to scream; although she couldn't make a sound, the shape of her lips clearly formed the words: "Yan Lingmeng."

An Ran smiled faintly, walked up to her, placed the bundle in her hand on the table, and then sat down on a stool in a leisurely manner. "It's me."

Yan Lingsi’s eyes widened even further.

"Want to ask why I'm no longer a fool?" An Ran shook her head. "That is not a question you should be concerned with."

"I have come to bestow a great fortune upon you."

Yan Lingsi was, after all, Yan Lingsi—meticulous and vicious. She quickly realized that they hadn't been possessed by ghosts.

As long as it wasn't a supernatural entity, she didn't fear a mere human.

Yan Lingsi opened her mouth and discovered she could speak again. She was startled, but she didn't show it on her face. "What do you want?"

Looking at Yan Lingsi, who had calmed down so quickly, An Ran’s smile remained unchanged. "I said, I came to bestow a great fortune upon you."

"What kind of fortune could you possibly give me?"

"Young Master Shen."

Yan Lingsi’s eyes widened instantly. She stared fixedly at An Ran, noticing that her eyes were growing darker and darker, like a black vortex constantly pulling her into an abyss.

An Ran’s voice carried a seductive quality, dismantling her will. "I will send you to Young Master Shen’s side. You will be the woman he loves most, rising to the top in a single step."

"You will be the most noble woman in the world."

"Yan Lingtong will only be fit to kneel at your feet, waiting for your commands."

"You won't need to flatter anyone, because in this world, no one will be more noble than you."

"How about it?"

Yan Lingsi smiled, her eyes filled with a frantic longing. "Yes."

An Ran smiled as well. The fish had taken the bait.

Diverting the disaster—this was the strategy An Ran had devised.