From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables - Chapter 711

Chapter 711: 365 Sin Mirror (Second Update)

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Ran Tengxiao’s eyes were cold and disgusted as he said, “Throw him out.”

Last time, he almost froze to death, and even an iron body wouldn’t be able to endure it if it happened again.

When Ran Tenghui saw a fairy in white, he immediately pushed Ye Jian away, stumbled towards Ming Jing, and said dazedly, “Fairy…are you here for me? I…I have everything you need…marry…marry me….”

Before he even got close to Ming Jing, Ran Tengxiao stretched out his long leg and kicked Ran Tenghui, sending him flying.

Ran Tenghui let out a miserable scream, rolling on the ground for a few rounds. Finally, the pain overcame the alcohol, and his drunkenness lessened a little.

“Drunk, huh? Bring me a basin of cold water, let’s see how drunk he is.”

Ran Tenghui immediately got up obediently from the ground, “Brother, brother, I was wrong, I won’t drink alcohol again.”

“The person you should apologize to isn’t me, it’s aunt.”

Ran Tenghui was stunned for a moment, remembering the mockery at the dinner table, and glanced at the white-robed girl nearby. This was his second encounter with her.

The first time was at the horse racing field, and the experience was very unpleasant.

“What aunt, she’s just a brat. Ran Bowen has been dead for so many years, and you still treat his daughter as a treasure? Brother, when did you become so cowardly?”

Ran Tenghui straightened his back and touched his almost-dislocated nose. Thinking about the fact that this kick happened because of this damned niece, he felt extremely resentful at the bottom of his heart.

Ye Jian’s mouth twitched, as Master Hui was as dumb as a pig, as always.

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Ming Jing smiled slightly, “The land you’re standing on right now and the house you’re living in used to belong to your so-called Ran Bowen. Your elder brother is respectful to his elders and cares for the young, and he takes great care of me, his niece. On the other hand, you, the little nephew, disappoint me. It seems that the upbringing in the Ran family is nothing more than that.”

“What right do you have to lecture me?” Ran Tenghui pointed at Ming Jing’s nose and cursed.

Xiao Hua raised her eyebrows and glanced at Ran Tengxiao, then her gaze fell on Ming Jing.

This young lady could still laugh even when someone pointed at her nose and cursed her.

The extended finger went “crack” as it broke, accompanied by Ran Tenghui’s scream and Ran Tengxiao’s cold voice, “Wash your mouth before you speak. Next time, it won’t be as simple as a finger.”

Ming Jing’s lips curled up, and she turned and walked upstairs.

Xiao Hua hurriedly followed her, “Miss, don’t mind Master Hui’s words. He’s always had this temperament, and he has received many lessons from Master Xiao since he was young.”

“Of course, I won’t bother arguing with a junior.”

Xiao Hua sneaked a glance at her. The young girl’s skirt seemed to radiate brilliance as she walked, the silver hidden lotus pattern appeared so lively that it was indescribable.

“I’ve never seen a lady as beautiful and noble as you, Miss. I wonder how beautiful your mother could be.”

When looking at Ming Jing, it was obvious that the madam must have been an incredibly beautiful woman who made Ran Bowen willingly hide her in a golden house.

Xiao Hua opened the door at the end of the second floor, “Miss, this is the room in the Ran family with the best lighting and layout. Earlier, Master Xiao had ordered the room to be renovated and instructed me to buy many things for a girl’s room. I don’t know about your tastes, Miss. Please take a look and see if you like it.”

This was a suite of over a hundred square meters, with elegant and luxurious decoration, and many famous paintings hanging on the wall.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window, the night sky was an endless web.

“Take all the paintings off the wall and leave only one.”

Xiao Hua ordered her men to remove the paintings, “Miss, which one do you think is most suitable to keep?”

Ming Jing took a glance and fixed her gaze on a painting in the west. A ghost-faced demon raised a butcher knife, under which a man knelt on the ground. Beside him, a huge pot was boiling limbs and a bleeding head. The painting was delicate and abstract, but the content was terrifying, making one shudder at a glance.

“This painting is a bit scary and not suitable for a delicate young lady like you, Miss. Let’s remove it.” Xiao Hua felt uncomfortable at a single glance and ordered someone to take down the painting.

“Hell is empty and the devils are on earth. This is ‘Hell Transformation,’ a famous Buddhist mural imitated by the modern master Zhuang Yizi. The original painting comes from the painting saint Wu Daozi. People fall into hell, victims of their own karma. This serves to teach and purify the hearts of the world, urging them to not create more evil deeds. The ten Yama palaces, yearning for oblivion and reincarnation. There are ninety-six paintings in total, with only karma following them. This is the first piece, the Sin Mirror Platform.”

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