The woman saw Ran Yan pause in her steps, slightly lifted her eyes, and nodded slightly toward Ran Yan before gracefully turning away, as if the chains weighing over a dozen Silver hanging from her feet were nothing more than a mere decoration.
"Wei Wife," Ran Yan had never seen her before, but the moment she laid eyes on her, she was certain that this woman must be Wei Wife.
Wei Wife stopped and slightly turned her body, speaking in a clear and indifferent tone, "You must be Ran Shiqi, a pleasure to meet you."
Such a woman, who seemed as if she had stepped out of an ink painting, so elegant and composed—it would be truly difficult to convince anyone she was a murderer without substantial evidence.
But Ran Yan noticed something: Wei Wife had not paid any attention to Wan Lu. If the woman who had conspired with Cui Mei was indeed her, how could she have failed to recognise Wan Lu?
