The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir

Chapter 102: The shifting of power in the midst of smallpox

When Ji Man heard this question, she really wanted to say that Mu Shuiqing was too foolish and naïve. Marquis Moyu was the grand male lead. How could he possibly die from something as minor as smallpox? No matter how she looked at it, this would be impossible.

However, she had to provide a response that would be understandable to the ignorant masses. Moreover, she had to blend in with the people that were feeling nervous about Marquis Moyu's illness. And so, with tears in her eyes, she unflinchingly said, "If the marquis dies, then I'll accompany him into the eternal rest."

Stunned, Mu Shuqing could only stare at her.

Behind them, someone quietly closed the door that had been slightly cracked open.

Who didn't know how to say catchy phrases? Hadn't Wen Wan been the loudest one in proclaiming her love for Marquis Moyu? Ji Man gently hit her legs that felt somewhat sore. She decided to go back to the neighboring courtyard to rest.

If Marquis Moyu really kicked the bucket this time, she would go look for Nie Sangyu and ask her if she would let her off and allow her to return to the modern world.

Her stomach felt somewhat uncomfortable, so Ji Man went to Imperial Physician Lin to check her over. She was probably just too tired lately.

After he prepared a bowl of medicine for her, he implored her once again, "Madam, you can't overwork yourself. It's bad for your pregnancy."

She didn't want to overwork herself either, ah. However, she didn't have a god-like male lead to protect her or a god-like secondary male character to help her. In order to deal with that group of women that wanted to bite her, how could she not be overworked?

Since she had been given the rare opportunity to leave the main estate, Ji Man decided that she would use this time to work on her improving her health. After all, if something happened, she could at least leave behind a baby for Nie Sangyu, right?

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After Wen Wan calmed herself down over the course of a few days, she decided that her behavior had been inappropriate. And so, she gritted her teeth as she stepped outside into the rain and stood there for a night. By the next morning, when she visited Marquis Moyu, she looked quite sickly.

Leaning against the bedside, Ning Yuxuan looked at Wen Wan, who was five steps away from him. He weakly smiled and said, "You're finally willing to come see me."

Wen Wan replied in an equally weak-sounding voice, "I came here late. Do you blame me?"

Ji Man felt that these two people could totally be dropped into a snowy mountain scene. Then, after dabbing some tomato sauce onto them for fake blood and putting them on separate sides, they would both stretch their hands out to each other while clinging onto the mountain.

A weak voice would call out, "Yuxuan!"

An even weaker voice would say, "Wan-er!"

When their hands were only a few inches apart, they would waste time saying some nonsense. There would be another splatter of tomato sauce. Then, the only things left behind would be a beautiful, snowy backdrop and poignant music.

Season finale!

Standing at the side and hugging her arms, Ji Man was cracking herself up with these thoughts. While she was gleefully imaging this scene, Marquis Moyu interrupted her in a low voice, "Sangyu."

"Eh?" Ji Man returned to her senses and noticed that female lead had already sat down. Wen Wan was coughing and gasping for breath. How very pitiful.

The male lead only watched the female lead. It was difficult to decipher what he was feeling.

Ning Yuxuan said, "Bring over the imperial physician for Wan-er."