The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir

Chapter 183: Zhu Yurun

Her name is Zhu Yurun.

Zhu yuan yu run was a beautiful idiom*. Zhu Yurun originally hadn't been as plump and round as her dad had been anticipating. Her little face had barely been able to meet the qualification of being as round as a pearl when she smiled.

* (T/N: This literal meaning of this idiom is round as pearls and smooth as jade. It's used to describe beautiful singing and polished writing.)

Zhu Yurun's life had been smooth sailing until she met Qian Yingchen. She had a father that doted on her, an older brother that spoiled her, and all of the concubines in the family were protective towards her. Because she had been surrounded by an overabundance of love, Zhu Yurun learned from a young age that she should love and protect someone that she cared about.

They had met each other in an inn that was in Xu Province. He had been going up the stairs when she was going down. It had only been a glimpse, but it left her with a lasting impression. She thought that this man was truly very good-looking. She stopped on the second floor and couldn't force herself to look away from his figure.

His movements looked effortless and elegant. It seemed that he was feeling very joyful from being promoted for something and was accepting congratulation from the innkeeper while he was eating his meal in the dining hall.

She hadn't been able to resist the impulse to go downstairs. She hid herself and eavesdropped on his conversation.

"This one received the emperor's great favor and will be going to the faraway capital," he mildly said. She thought that his voice was so lovely to hear. She almost couldn't resist stepping forward and asking him to repeat himself.

"Congratulations, sir's efforts in requesting help haven't been a waste." The innkeeper said with a smile, "Sir, you're quite lucky. That scoundrel from the senior provincial official's family also wants to be an official in the capital. It's fortunate that sir was chosen first."

Qian Yingchen's eyes curved as he smiled. There was a look of ambition that was freely unfurling in his eyes. When he inadvertently turned his head, he was a bit stunned to see her staring at him, but he still politely put one hand in front of the other to salute.

Zhu Yurun blushed.

When she ran back to her room, her wildly beating heart was like a jumping fawn.

Zhuer, who was by her side, even teasingly said, "Miss, are you feeling the stirring of love?"

Zhu Yurun's heart was filled with joy. She lightly rebuked, "You're too chatty."

That person was going to the capital too, and he was a governmental official. When she went back, could she ask her dad to help her? That person was also staying in the room next to her. It must be fate that was ordained by the Heavens. This would definitely work out.

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In the middle of the night, she was suddenly woken up by the sounds of a man pushing open the door to her room. Zhu Yurun thought; is this what her father's concubines had meant by a spring dream? She was surprised that this man would appear in her dream.

It was only when she heard Zhuer's shocked scream that she returned to her senses. Her body had already been pushed down on the bed. This wasn't a dream.

"Miss!" Zhuer was shocked. When she went over to open the door, she discovered that it had been locked from the outside. She could hear someone's muffled laughter from the other side of the door. A moment later, white smoke entered the room through the window, and Zhuer slowly fell down.

Zhu Yurun felt dizzy too. The man on top of her had a flushed face and seemed as if he wasn't in his right mind. He was looking at her with a very gently gaze as he softly kissed her lips.