Title: The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir
Chapter: 158 out of 513 – News that arrived without warning (1)

It was simply an unexpected disaster. How could Wen Wan not feel wronged? Originally, she and Yuxuan were on the path to happily ever after. But, she ended up suffering a miscarriage due to the fake haunting, then that woman from Prince Huainan’s household had stirred up trouble and she had been demoted to a servant girl. It was one thing to be a servant girl. But, the emperor wanted to kill her. The man she was deeply in love with said he protected her. But, she would have to stay a servant girl forever?

Title: The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir
Chapter: 157 out of 513 – Madam Ning the Mediator Envoy (2)

Zhao Kaifeng’s poor poetry skills weren’t Luo Qianqian’s match. She soundly criticized him from top to bottom using famous poems and songs.

Listening to them from the side, Ji Man couldn’t stop laughing.

Title: The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir
Chapter: 156 out of 513 – Madam Ning the Mediator Envoy (1)

Sir Luo was currently sighing in the reception pavilion. Zhao Kaifeng was standing nearby. His attitude had already improved and he said a lot of nice things.

Although Sir Luo didn’t like his son-in-law very much, Zhao Kaifeng’s father was Prince Huainan, so Qianqian’s decision was putting him in a difficult position.

Title: The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir
Chapter: 155 out of 513 – It's better to destroy ten temples than ruin a marriage (2)

Old madame thought this issue was an unexpected calamity. Even after chanting Buddhist sutras for a day, her heart still felt uneasy.

She summoned Nie Sangyu and said to her, “Are you friends with that Luo Qianqian? It’s not good for our two families to have a falling out like this.”

Title: The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir
Chapter: 154 out of 513 – It's better to destroy ten temples than ruin a marriage (1)

For a few moments, Wen Wan felt confused by Nie Sangyu’s words. She had clearly come here to help her. Why would she hate her?

On the side, there was a bowl of murky black medicinal soup. She wasn’t stupid. She wouldn’t drink that medicine. Feeling tired, she wrapped the quilt that Nie Sangyu had brought her around herself and leaned against the nearby woodpile to sleep.