The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir

When Ji Man recollected the conflicts that had occurred between Hanyun and Xia-shi back then and connected it to Xia-shi recent behavior the last time she had met her, she thought that perhaps Xia-shi had been the one stirring things up to compete for favor. Xia-shi had used Haohao as her weapon to suppress Liu Hanyun by creating a false impression that Hanyun was trying to harm her. This way, the marquis would be more likely to feel pity towards her, and she could continue staying in the estate.

Fortunately, Ning Yuxuan still had some standards and hadn’t touched Xia-shi, who had reeked of mud and earth.

Hanyun just wanted to live a peaceful life. She probably wouldn’t harm Haohao.

Looking at Ji Man, Wen Wan said, ”Teacher, since you’re going to be close with the heir, you’ll be able to frequently see the marquis. When that happens, please help Wan-er out by telling me what the marquis is interested in these days. Tell me what he wants and where he goes.”

Hearing these words, Ji Man felt somewhat astonished. ”Haven’t you always been very favored by Marquis Moyu? Why are you asking about this type of stuff?”

Wen Wan bitterly laughed. She turned her head away as she said, ”Teacher, please just help me.”

During this past year, outsiders thought that she was as favored as much as before. But, she had no idea where Ning Yuxuan’s heart had gone. Perhaps, during that torrential rainstorm, his heart had fallen off the cliff together with Nie Sangyu’s body.

It had been so long since she saw Ning Yuxuan smiling at her. He even went so far as to not be willing to kiss her. Whatever she wanted, he was willing to have it sent over, except for himself.

Wen Wan felt desolate and bereft. The heart and feelings that she had once been able to enjoy, all of it had disappeared. That person still refused to tell her why had everything had changed and had fallen to the current state.

”Alright.” Ji Man agreed and took the silver that Wen Wan had pushed over. Picking up Haohao, she left the room.

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Ning Yuxuan was in especially good mood today. Sitting in the garden and with a brush in his hand, he was ready to paint.

In the middle of the garden, there was a small desk and a small stool. Ji Man was half-crouched down in front of Haohao and teaching him how to say short phrases.

”In this world, only mothers are good.”

Tilting his head as he looked at Ji Man, he repeated, ”Mothers are good.”

Ning Yuxuan’s brush paused. With a blackened expression, he asked in a raised voice, ”What about fathers?

Haohao turned his head to look. With his little arms behind his back, he solemnly said, ”Fathers are good too.”