The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir

Chapter 138: Perhaps, there was still something left

Muxu was stunned into silence before an epiphany occurred. "Madam, you're heartlessly tossing away this servant like this because you think the marquis won't be willing to see me again?"

The corners of Ji Man's lips twitched. "How does this count as me heartlessly tossing you away? One, I didn't know you had a child behind the marquis's back with Doctor Li. Two, I didn't know you would leave the estate with Doctor Li today. If you had told me a secret and I turned around and betrayed you by telling someone else, then that would be considered heartlessly tossing you away. Do you understand?"

Muxu's eyes were filled with hatred. Fu-er, who was being held by Li Zixiu, started to cry miserably.

"Madam, if you think that you'll be able to sleep without worries after I die, then just wait and see. You'll regret your decision today," she said.

Ji Man thought; rather than coming here to listen to Muxu's threats, it would have been better to go and eavesdrop on Marquis Moyu and that interesting old monk's talk about Buddhist principles.

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Ji Man waved her hand to indicate for Dengxin, who was holding Xi-er, to follow her to the western courtyard. Marquis Moyu should have probably calmed down by now and would want to be comforted by the presence of his real son, so she decided to bring Xi-er to him.

While she was there, she could get the old monk to look at Xi-er and maybe get an old question resolved.

Regarding the matter of Liu Hanyun and Wen Wan going into labor at the same time, it had always troubled Ji Man, and she still brooded over this matter even now. She had been financially supporting Midwife Yang in a rural area by giving her fifty silver taels every month. This amount was enough for Midwife Yang's entire family to live well without having to take a single step out of their home to work. Although Midwife Yang still wasn't willing to say anything, her heart should have already softened. If a secret existed, when an opportune time came, she would probably be willing to speak.

Although money was a useful thing that would get people to say the truth, it still depended on how you use the money. For example, if she had given Midwife Yang a lump sum of five hundred silver taels at the beginning, Midwife Yang would probably still be worried about her life and wouldn't be willing to speak. However, Ji Man had sent her and her family to a safe place and given her fifty silver taels every month. A person's heart wasn't made of stone. It would take less than ten months before there wasn't anything that Midwife Yang wouldn't be willing to say.

When they arrived in the western courtyard, Xuwu and Ning Yuxuan were playing Chinese chess. On the board, the black pieces were already in a messy situation and forced to a dead end.

Marquis Moyu somewhat agitatedly flung down a piece.

"Marquis, you don't need to feel too troubled. It's not your fault. It's only because an evildoer is causing mischief," Monk Xuwu said.

Holding Xi-er, Ji Man saluted when she was still a distance from them. "Excuse this servant for bothering Great Master Xuwu and the marquis."

Marquis swept his gaze across to her and somewhat mockingly said, "What now? Did you come here to tell me that Xi-er isn't my son either?"

It seemed that his anger hadn't faded yet. Ji Man childishly stuck her tongue out for a moment before saying, "This servant just wanted Great Master Xuwu to tell Xi-er's fortune based on physiognomy too. Didn't Great Master Xuwu tell Fu-er's fortune? What will Xi-er's be?"

Xuwu glanced at her and suddenly became quite interested. He waved his hand at her and said, "Come here."

Ji Man approached them with Xi-er and handed Xi-er to Xuwu.