For her to remember even childhood memories this well, there naturally wouldn't be any noticeable physical difference. Ning Yuxuan had observed Nie Sangyu for many days and had examined her face when she was sleeping. And now, he finally had to admit that this person was Nie Sangyu herself. This person couldn't be an impersonator.
Then, what could have made this woman change so drastically?
"During childhood, other than coming out to look at the marquis, this servant was at home embroidering the rest of the time. Unfortunately, even though the marquis accepted my embroidered items, you never used any of those items even once." There was a mocking smile on Ji Man's lips. "How fortunate that Sangyu used to feel very happy over this. In hopes that the marquis would enjoy using those items, Sangyu had kept practicing in order to become more skillful at embroidery.
Once these words were said, Ning Yuxuan became somewhat embarrassed. He lightly coughed and turned his gaze away. "The things that I use are managed by the servants. I wasn't paying special attention to it."
"You don't care about Sangyu, so you naturally don't pay attention to the items made by Sangyu." Ji Man sighed. "Sangyu had once spent an entire month embroidering a cloak with a cedar tree pattern, but unfortunately, Sangyu hasn't seen you wearing it even once."
Nie Sangyu had spent several days embroidered that cloak without stopping to rest. After falling sick, she resumed embroidering again for a month before she has even recovered from her illness. However, Marquis Moyu had only indifferently accepted the item, put it away in his wardrobe, and never took it out again.
"It's all in the past. If you hadn't been so devoid of sense, I wouldn't have treated you coldly for that long." Ning Yuxuan looked at Nie Sangyu and said, "The way you're behaving right now is pretty good. It saves me from being troubled."
Ah yes, her behavior was saving him from being troubled. She was already at the point where she didn't want anything. Of course, she was saving him from feeling troubled. Men always wanted women to be magnanimous, not argue or worry about things that men felt were minor, and to not be willful. Actually, it would be easy for a woman to do this. Just, don't be in love with than man and she would be able to satisfy all of his requirements without any difficulties. Her current interactions with Marquis Moyu were an example of this.
"My lord, your eyes look bloodshot. Let's go to sleep early." Ji Man expressionlessly turned her back to him in clear show of rejection.
Ning Yuxuan didn't insist on continuing this conversation. Lying next to her, he straightforwardly fell asleep without the slighted additional movement.
She had been right. He wasn't thrilled with the idea of bestowing favor on her either. Ji Man let out a slight sigh in relief. Tomorrow, she would still go to old madame's place to hide and avoid other people feeling jealous that she had been favored for two nights in a row.
But, there was a saying. The trees longed for peace, but the wind will never cease*. When Marquis Jingwen's family finally arrived, something still went wrong.
* (T/N: This idiom means that the world changes whether you want it to or not.)
Because it was close family members that were visiting, old madame naturally warmly welcomed Marquis Jingwen and his son and daughter with a festive meal at the main courtyard. All of honored and ordinary concubines also attended. However, they were separated by status. The honored concubines and the main wife were sitting. The ordinary concubines could only stand in place.
Although Mu Shuiqing was pregnant, she wasn't an exception to this rule and still had to stand near old madame to add food to her bowl.
Ji Man stood behind Wen Wan and looked the table full of fish and meat and silently swallowed her saliva.
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The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir
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