Chapter 72 - A hidden disaster (1)

Title: The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir

Chapter: 072 out of 513 – A hidden disaster (1)

He was as picturesque as a painting. Ji Man’s eyes became glazed as she looked at him. Noble men from ancient times truly had majestic appearances. His attractive, slender fingers looked as if he had never done manual labor.

Ning Mingjie was a clever person. He probably wouldn’t do something that would harm others if there was no benefit to him. It wouldn’t sound good if other people found out that he had written a poem with the marquis’s concubine even though Ning Yuxuan probably wouldn’t care. Perhaps, he might even thank her for securing his romantic rival.

Ji Man looked away from him and went back to listening to Errong gossiping to cast off her boredom.

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Recently, Luoyan Pagoda’s fifth floor’s business had already exceeded the volume of business in the top floor. Moreover, the crown prince had even personally come here and written a poem. This was giving an enormous amount of face to Luoyan Pagoda. But, seeing that the crown prince wasn’t able to write out the second half of the poem and no one else could write out satisfactory verses either, the shopkeeper didn’t know what to do. He was so anxious that he wanted to look for the person that originally wrote the poem. This wasn’t a joking matter. What if the crown prince got angry and tore down Luoyan Pagoda!

But, they were doomed to never find Ji Man.

Ning Yuxuan looked at the poem that was hanging in the center of the fifth floor. His eyebrows hadn’t relaxed the entire time. The poem had been written very well and there weren’t many people that knew this style of calligraphy. Ning Mingjie was one of those people. However, he had seen very little of Ning Mingjie’s writing. Even though he knew that Nie Sangyu had left the residence with his cousins a few days ago and had come to Luoyan Pagoda, he still wasn’t absolutely sure that this was his writing,

Perhaps, he was overthinking. It was unlikely that Mingjie would write this type of poem.

It wasn’t early anymore. No one had been able to compose a satisfactorily second half for the poem, so the crown prince decided to go home. Ning Yuxuan also returned home and decided he would check up on Nie Sangyu.

When he was halfway to Feiwan Courtyard, Songlan blocked his path and said, “Marquis, Mistress Ling has made your favorite snacks.” She seemed as if she wouldn’t get up from her kneeling position if he didn’t agree to go with her.

Ning Yuxuan just realized that he seemed to have been staying in Feiwan Courtyard for too long. He hadn’t visited the other women in a while. Nie Sangyu might not necessarily be able to afford this level of favoritism.

“Let’s go,” He said.

Songlan happily led him to Jiyue Couryard. Qi Siling had already been waiting at the entrance. Her face had turned slightly red from the cold, but her eyes brightened when she saw him.

“My lord.” The beauty had a supple waist and her salute was full of reverence. Her eyes were as bright and lustrous as gems and filled with grievances.

Ning Yuxuan lightly smiled, “Why are you waiting out here? It’s such a cold day. Let’s go inside.”

Qi Siling clutched her handkerchief and quietly said, “It’s worth it to be able to see the marquis for an extra moment. This concubines doesn’t feel cold.”

Qi Siling was a magnanimous and sensible person that never asked him to bestow favor on her. She also handled her duties in a fair and appropriate matter. This was the reason why he had previously given her the power to manage the household affairs.

“I’ll feel bad if you get sick.” Ning Yuxuan held her hand as they walked inside.

Qi Siling gently smiled, placed the snacks that she had recently made by his hand, and sat down to his left. “My lord, please try some.”

Ning Yuxuan felt that she had something she wanted to say, but he didn’t hurry her. He just quietly ate the five-kernels pastries.

(T/N: Below is a picture of this type of pastry.)