From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

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After a long silence, a faint voice of a young girl emerged from the shadows: “The three realms are full of suffering, like a burning house. Fear overwhelms as one deeply observes good and evil, and one who fears will not commit evil deeds, ultimately bringing peace and happiness…”

The cold, ethereal chanting was easily drowned out by the noise at the scene, but it fell inside Zheng Qing’s ears without missing a word.

Zheng Qing cleared his ears: “All you always do is recite sutras, my lady. Can Buddha save these poor girls?”

Zheng Qing used to be intrigued, but recently grew more and more annoyed. Her youth should not be bound by ancient scriptures and Buddha. She embodied the old saying “being free of desire brings resilience” perfectly, yet Zheng Qing hoped she could live like a real teenager, with laughter and tears, sorrow and joy – not necessarily smart, but living her life with all her heart.

“Buddha cannot save everyone, people must save themselves.”

“If I can save myself, what’s the point of worshiping Buddha?”

Ming Jing smiled and shook her head, “Ice cannot be explained to summer insects.”

Zheng Qing choked, displeased at being on the receiving end.

A man approached Zheng Qing and bowed respectfully: “Please follow me, both of you. Aunt Hong has already made all the arrangements.”

Zheng Qing and Ming Jing exchanged a glance, and Ming Jing gracefully stood up, walking leisurely into the light.

The young girl’s face was hidden behind a lily mask, her delicate facial features barely discernible, elegant and captivating, making the other girls on the stage look ordinary in comparison.

The light of a firefly could never compete with the sun and moon.

A group of men in black silently followed her, none daring to overstep her by even a step.

Although she was as gentle as a spring breeze, her presence seemed to exert an invisible pressure that made the not-so-large meeting place feel suffocating.

“Who…is she? Why does everyone seem so scared of her?”

From the stands, a girl quietly asked, secretly envious of the girl’s untainted aura.

“You don’t know her? She’s the long-lost daughter of the Rans, said to be Ran Bowen’s girl.”

“Who is Ran Bowen?” This name had long been forgotten over the years.

“If you don’t know who Ran Bowen is, you must have heard of Master Xiao.”

Hearing Master Xiao’s name, everyone held their breath involuntarily.

“Master Xiao even calls her ‘aunt.'”

“Why is she so young?” She seemed even younger than them.

It was a mystery how Master Xiao, in his twenties, could have an underage aunt. This added to her air of intrigue, attracting envy and jealousy from all the girls.

Xianxian murmured, “So she’s the daughter of the Rans.”

While they struggled to survive among the filth, she was born into the nobility of Rome with the reverence of all. How unjust fate could be.

Coming to her senses, Xianxian turned her head to see Yueyue had disappeared.

“Yueyue…” Xianxian instinctively chased after her, but Jiajia pulled her back.

“Are you crazy? Mr. Zheng Qing clearly likes Yueyue, can you stop her from climbing up the ladder with Aunt Hong?”

Xianxian clenched her fists: “But Yueyue doesn’t want to…”

“It doesn’t matter what she wants; this is our fate. Mr. Zheng Qing is powerful and well-connected; this could be her chance to change her destiny.”

“No, I must see for myself to be at ease.” Xianxian chased after her.

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The light was blurry and ambiguous, a faint aroma floated in the air.

Zheng Qing looked around and spotted an excessively large bed, curling his lips in disdain.

He reached under a table lamp and pulled out a small black dot blinking with a faint red light.

Child’s play.

He subsequently found similar devices in the potted plants in the corner and the chandelier above, tossing them all into the toilet and flushing them away.

“Don’t bring a knife to a gunfight in front of me.”

The door opened, and a young girl with her head down walked in.

As she entered, the door closed instantly behind her.

With the sound of the door closing, the girl trembled nervously.

Zheng Qing raised an eyebrow, his gaze falling on the pendant on her wrist.

“I heard Aunt Hong say she found you by the seaside; where are you from?”

The girl bit her pale lips but remained silent.

Zheng Qing softened his tone: “Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you. Tell me the truth, and I’ll help you get home.”

The girl suddenly raised her head, her lifeless eyes flashing with a glimmer of hope before quickly dimming again.