The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir

Chapter 467 – Reincarnation (2)

Seeing that Dengxin’s hair was combed into a married woman’s hairstyle, Ji Man had a lot of questions to ask her too. Once Marquis Moyu left, Dengxin spoke first.

“Liu Rufeng can be considered a good person, but he didn’t know that Mistress Yun had already passed away.” Dengxin rubbed her nose. “He had originally been planning to come here to see her.”

Seeing that Dengxin’s face had remained fair and smooth, Ji Man could tell that she had suffered any grievances. Still, she sighed and said, “That’s a satisfactory ending.”

“This servant heard that General Ning is getting married.” Dengxin pursed her lips, “Do you think Gancao would be happy or upset if she knew?”

“She would definitely be happy.” Ji Man smiled. “Gancao would only wish Young Master well. She was a kindhearted girl.”

“En.” Dengxin sniffled. “This servant wants to go see her.”

It seemed that the remaining people had moved on with their lives. It was only Gancao that remained lying in the ground alone. When she thought of it that way, it felt sorrowful.

As a pregnant woman, it wouldn’t be appropriate for Ji Man to visit a grave, so Dengxin went there by herself.

Dengxin brought some fruit and paper money and walked to the place that Gancao had been buried.

In two more days, Ning Mingjie would be marrying Pengxin. However, there was someone sitting by Gancao’s grave. The weeds and fallen leaves had already been cleaned up. A man, who was wearing a cloak, drank some wine and poured some onto the ground. He used the wine to write something on the tombstone:  Who know how many petals have fallen?

(T/N: This is a line from a poem mentioned in chapter 209. Ning Mingjie writes this poem and gives it Gancao.)

Dengxin pursed her lips and suddenly smiled.

She had thought that other than herself and master, no one else would remember the servant that had died in a fire. As it turned out, Ning Mingjie remembered Gancao too.

Ning Mingjie probably also remembered that this foolish girl had once bashfully praised his calligraphy. He had given her a coral bracelet and said he was willing to marry her.

Dengxin thought that Gancao probably felt happy too. At the very least, there would always be a spot in Ning Mingjie’s heart that belonged to her.

—-

With Marquis Moyu’s assistance, the seven-year-old fourth prince was pronounced emperor. Wearing his crown, the new emperor officially attended the imperial court secessions.

Ning Yuxuan would stand in the lower right corner’s first spot. He would listen to each of the officials speak, then he would tell the emperor how he should handle the matter. Then, borrowing the emperor’s mouth, his command would be passed.

Ning Mingjie was bestowed the title of General Protector of the Nation. Under his military command and his marriage to Yuzhen’s princess, he had accomplished great meritorious service.

Someone put forth the suggestion to Marquis Moyu that the army under Ning Mingjie’s command shouldn’t remain so large. Even if they were close relatives, it was unavoidable that they would one day have conflicting views.

However, Ning Yuxuan didn’t take any action. He even smiled and said, “If Mingjie wants something, he can directly come and take it. Yuxuan won’t be stingy.”

Hearing these words at the doorway, Ning Mingjie loudly laughed. There were no other words that could have won his loyalty more.

Later on, it would be recorded in history books that Marquis Moyu was the official that had supported multiple emperors and never shown the slightest hint of rebelling. Ning Mingjie was written down in history as an extremely loyal general. He had the military power to take over the kingdom at anytime, but he remained loyal to the emperor for his entire life and only obeyed the emperor’s orders.

These two people would become legendary figures in history. Of course, this was something that would happen much later on.

—

Zhu Yurun woke up in the middle of the night and went running to Marquis Moyu’s estate in panic.

Qian Yingchen was chasing after her. He anxiously shouted, “Slow down!”

“Can’t go slower! Can’t wait!” Zhu Yurun had only remembered to put one shoe. “Mister Ji is about give birth! Hurry up, go faster!”

Qian Yingchen could only run after her.

—-

Ji Man had gone into labor today. Her past months of pregnancy had passed without mishap. When various people heard that she was giving birth, they all rushed to marquis’s estate to offer their congratulations. Even though the child hadn’t been born yet, madams from various families were already waiting at the marquis’s estate’s entrance.

It was the middle of the night, and the weather was cold, but Ji Man’s room was warm from the burning charcoal in braziers. Zhu Yurun and Dengxin were staring at the midwife so hard that the midwife’s hands trembled.

Ji Man even had to comforting the midwife. “Don’t be nervous. First, take a deep breath…”

Everyone was worried that the past would repeat itself, so no one dared to leave. Because of propriety, Ning Yuxuan was standing outside the birthing room and keeping guard. He was so nervous that he couldn’t stop pacing back and forth.

Mu Shuiqing was already dizzy from watching him turn so many times. She helplessly said, “My lord, please sit down and rest.”

“How can I rest?” Ning Yuxuan looked fretful. Where had the calm demeanor that he showed in the imperial court gone? As soon as he heard pained sounds coming from Ji Man’s room, his eyes turned red. “I really can’t go inside?”

Guibai and Mu Shuiqing uniformly shook their heads.

Guibai now understood why his master had locked himself up in the study when Madam had been giving birth last time. His uneasiness was too strong and couldn’t be concealed.

“Ahhh!”

The situation in the inner room resolved surprisingly quickly. Ji Man hadn’t been screaming in pain for long before they heard the sound of a baby crying.

The people outside let out sighs of relief. Qian Yingchen swiftly said, “Congratulations, marquis.”

In contrast, Marquis Moyu was stunned stupid. It was if his entire body was suffering from an electrical power failure. A long time later, he finally asked, “It’s born?”

The midwife brought out the baby. She was somewhat dejected, but she still smiled and said, “To respond to the marquis, Madam gave birth to a daughter.”

Such bad luck! She had been hoping to deliver a son in order to get more reward money!