Chapter 115 (1/2)

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t.i.tle: The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir

Chapter: 115 out of 513 - These pesky feelings (2)

”Junzhu, you're not an outsider.” Nie Qingyun pursed his lips and seriously said, ”When we return to the capital, it'll be about the time for us to marry.”

Their wedding had been scheduled for the beginning of next year. Errong felt happy just thinking about this. ”Right, well, when that time comes, you can't dislike me because I don't know housekeeping.”

”Of course not.” Nie Qingyun's gaze drifted for a moment before becoming resolute. ”But, Sangyu and Marquis Moyu's matter… If Sangyu isn't happy living in Marquis Moyu's household, then they should just divorce. Nie Clan can afford to support their daughter.”

Ning Errong was stunned.

Divorce wasn't a simple matter, much less a divorce between these two great clans. How could he say this?

”n.o.ble Consort Nie probably wouldn't agree. Neither would Old Madame,” she said to the person next to her. ”Nie Clan and Ning Clan's friendly relations.h.i.+p is based on several generations. We can't have a falling out just because of those two.”

Nie Qingyun lightly furrowed his brow. He very honestly said, ”I thought that if we got married, then the connection between our two families would be maintained. This way, Sangyu's life will become a little bit better at least.”

As Sangyu's older brother, he was always giving consideration to her needs. He and his mother owed Sangyu too much. They had to compensate her.

However, once these words were said, Ning Errong's face paled. She slowly lowered her head and tightly clutched the handkerchief in her hands.

A woman's heart was delicate and sensitive. Nie Qingyun had already said words like these, so it was inevitable for Ning Errong's thoughts to go in a bad direction.

Had he only agreed to marry her so that Sangyu would be able to live more freely? It seemed that this was the case. At the beginning, Nie Qingyun didn't want to marry her. Later on, he had only agreed because Sangyu had persuaded him. But in the end, did he still not like her? Had he only agreed to marry her because of Sangyu?

If it were before, she would definitely make a huge fuss. She would rather not marry than let herself be wronged.

But now… Ning Errong looked at his bluish green robe. This was the first time they spent so much time together. She hadn't seen him in over a year and she liked Nie Qingyun even more than before. When he was angry, his lips would be tightly pursed. When he was embarra.s.sed, his face would be expressionless, but his ears would turn red. He liked the grandeur of landscape poetry and the tactile sensation of gentle jade accessories. His eyebrows were as gentle as the clear jade accessory hanging from his waist. He wasn't greasily faltering and fawning like other people. He was unpretentious without seeming servile.

She liked him so much, so she hadn't care about maintaining a maiden's proud aloofness and had old madame propose a marriage between their two families. She didn't care what other people said behind her back as long as she could be with him.

She hadn't realized that if he didn't like her, then it didn't matter how much she liked him.

”The soup will be done soon. Sir Nie, you can watch over it by yourself. Errong is going to check on Sangyu.” After hastily flinging these words down, Ning Errong fled in defeat.

Nie Qingyun had been lost in thought while starting at the simmering, lightly yellow soup when the person next to him had already ran away. He opened his mouth wanting to say something, but it was too late to stop her.