Chapter 8
The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir
Title: The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir
Chapter: 008 out of 513 â Nie Sangyuâs wish
Scared, Muxu trembled. She hastily wrapped up the lotus leaf and went to sit in the outer roomâs couch. She ate the chicken and rice, tiny bite by tiny bite. As she ate, she turned her head to scrutinize Nie Sangyu.
Her master voraciously ate her food without the slightest hint of table manners. There was even rice sticking on her face as one hand held a chicken leg. She really resembled a bandit. Noticing Muxuâs gaze, she lifted her head and looked at her like a fiendish spirit, âEat your food!â
Muxu shuddered. She hastily lowered her head and didnât dare to continue looking. Perhaps, it was her misperception, but she felt as if her master was gentler than before. But, when she behaved fiercely, her gaze was exactly the same as before.
After Ji Man finished the chicken and rice, she started feeling more satisfied with her current situation. She left the aftermath of the meal to Muxu to clean and went back to sleeping.
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Ji Man unexpectedly dreamed of Nie Sangyu on her first night in this unfamiliar world.
This pitiful and hateful woman with her deathly pale face floated by in her dream. She quietly said, âYou came here to fulfill my wish for me. When you fulfill my wish, Iâll leave to be reincarnated and you can go back.â
Ji Man really wanted to kick her far away. Stupid second female lead. She had caused her own death and now, she wanted her to change the novelâs ending?
âWhat benefit do I get if I help you?â
Nie Sangyu blankly looked at her and said, âIf you donât help me, you wonât be able to go back.â
Ji Man, â...â
So, the meaning was that she had been snatched here to do free work. If she didnât accomplish her task, she wouldnât be able to return to her wonderful modern world and would have to continue staying here?
She took a deep breath, then she took another deep breath. Ji Man decided that a person couldnât bicker with a ghost. She could only press down her anger and ask her, âWhatâs your wish?â
Nie Sangyu didnât say a word. She turned around and her figure gradually faded away.
She left?
Ji Man was flabbergasted. She shouldnât be messing around like this, right? If Nie Sangyu didnât say her wish, how could she fulfill it?
When Ji Man woke up the next morning, there were two black circles under her eyes.
She was sitting at the table when Muxu brought a bowl of porridge and a pickled vegetable dish. Then, she closed the doors, and quietly said, âMaster, the marquis has ordered for you to stay in the confinement courtyard for now, so you donât need to pay respect to the new madam.â
Ji Man nodded. If she didnât have to pay respects, it would save her trouble. She hadnât figure out who had harmed her on the wedding day yet. She would definitely be at a disadvantage if she went over there without knowing anything.
âThis is breakfast?â She lowered her head to look at the porridge in the bowl. It was such a small bowl. It didnât even look like there was enough to fill the gap between teeth. Fortunately, she had stolen a chicken yesterday.
Muxu lowered her head in shame. âThey said this servant had come too late. Only this was left... Master, please bear with it and eat it.â
Ji Man actually wasnât hungry. She waved her hand and said, âYou can eat it. Iâm too full from yesterday. Since Iâll be staying inside doing nothing, I wonât be hungry for a while.â
Muxu turned her head to look at things piled in a corner and quietly said, âMaster, you havenât finished your embroidery yet. That will take energy. You should at least eat a little bit. This servant will go to the kitchen at noon and wait. Iâll bring more food for lunch.â
Embroidery? Ji Man was at a loss. âWhat embroidery?â
âThe marquis has ordered that while youâre in the confinement courtyard, you need to finish embroidering two hundred handkerchiefs. Theyâll be used by the people in the residence.â
Ji Man swatted her head and remembered. This Nie Sangyu only had one skill: unique embroidery. The things she embroidered were vivid and lifelike and she had even received the emperorâs praise once. As it turns out, Marquis Moyu was turning waste into profit. Wouldnât this count as forced labor?
âHow many have I embroidered?â
Muxy honestly replied, âTo respond to master, you havenât even embroidered one. Didnât you say before that no one in the residence to deserve to use a handkerchief embroidered by you? So, theyâve been put to the side...â
The corners of Ji Manâs lips twitched, âWhat will happen if I donât embroider?â
Muxu looked at her strangely. âLiu Mama said last time that if you donât embroider, then youâre only allowed to eat breakfast and lunch. You wonât be served anything for dinner.â
In the previous month, Nie Sangyu would rather be beaten to death then embroider handkerchiefs. The quality of the food had also been too poor, so she didnât eat either. She spent every day endlessly wailing and weeping and had starved herself to only skin and bones.
Ji Man rolled her eyes. If you can earn a meal, why not do it?
But, there was a problem. She didnât know how to embroider.
Muxu saw that she kept staring at the embroidery frame and other tools that were in the corner, so she went over there and brought the items over. There were two hundred white and clean handkerchiefs without any embroidery inside the burlap bag. There was also a large pile of different color threads and a pincushion with numerous needles.
Muxu put a handkerchief into the embroidery frame. Seeing her master experimentally pick up an embroidery needle, she looked at her with slight surprise and asked, âMaster, are you going to embroider?ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âEh...â While Ji Man was still pondering on how to embroider, her hand suddenly started to move and skillfully completed the first stitch. As the excellent stitches continued, the outline of a mandarin duckâs head appeared.
The hand was still hers and it was her strength that was being used. She could also stop when she wanted to, but Ji Man discovered that this hand had an innate ability embroider.
Or, she could also explain it as Nie Sangyu still being in this body and this body had an instinctive response to embroidering.
Nie Sangyu, who was unyielding towards Ning Yuxuan and who would prefer to starve to death than embroider, why was she willing to help her right now? Ji Man found this slightly inconceivable. But, this was great. If she obediently embroidered handkerchiefs, then she wouldnât have to worry about going hungry!