TCN: Mei Gongqing

Chapter 91: Wang Qilang Adding Fuel to the Fire

Chapter 91: Wang Qilang Adding Fuel to the Fire

Chen Rong tossed and turned that night, and was unable to fall asleep. In this slumber, she first dreamed of being brought into an extravagant mansion by a horse-drawn carriage. In his bridegroom attire, Wang Hong was looking at her with tender affections. She didn't know why, but when she saw his eyes, the hall full of guests, and the formality with which the ceremony was held, her tears could not stop from falling onto her pillow. By the time she awoke from the dream, her tears were still flowing and soon soaking through her quilt.

After more tossing and turning, Chen Rong again drifted off to sleep.

She saw Ran Min this time. She saw herself standing in the fire, and Ran Min in his bridegroom attire was madly running to her before carrying her out of the flames. At the time he looked down at her, she who was fast slipping away, he actually burst into tears; these tears fell onto her gradually closing eyes.

Both of these dreams, no matter which, kept her awake long after she roused from them.

It was yet dawn when Chen Rong sat up from bed. She slowly went to the window screen and absently gazed at the morning star in the eastern sky.

At this moment, the sky was so fresh and clear, as if it did not matter how troubled the world or how wretched the people.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed when Nurse Ping's voice sounded outside: "Are you up, miss?"

Chen Rong hummed a reply.

The door opened with a creak and in came Nurse Ping with the washing items. She worriedly looked at Chen Rong, asking: "You woke up several times last night, yelling and screaming each time. Did you have nightmares, miss?"

Last time, when Chen Rong had gone through a series of nightmares, she remembered both her behaviors and personality had completely changed. For this reason, the worry in her voice was ill-concealed.

Chen Rong shook her head and, watching the sun rise over the rooftop, mumbled back: "It's nothing."

Nurse Ping went to her and untied her long hair to comb it. Admiring the dark, silky tresses that came all the way to her waist, she suddenly sighed and muttered: "If your looks hadn't been so ravishing, your marriage would have certainly been easier."

She looked up only to see the sunlight illuminating Chen Rong's exquisite face. Her porcelain skin had flushed red, her large indignant eyes were shimmering like an autumn lake, and her rosy lips looking as if they were made to be kissed. She could not help sighing and inwardly thinking: Her looks are exactly the kind that older men of influence like.

Whenever she dressed Chen Rong, she always tried her best to hide this natural allure of hers so that the girl could look more elegant.

While Nurse Ping was busy helping Chen Rong, voices gave sound outside.

Listening to these voices, Chen Rong suddenly said, "Nurse, just tell everyone who comes to see me today that I'm sick."

"Aye." Don't take from h@master.

Nurse Ping could now also hear the many guests in their courtyard. She quickly placed the comb down and stepped outside.

Soon, Chen Qian's high voice sounded: "No, I must see your mistress. Hmph, that news is too outrageous, I must ask her about it."

Then came Chen Sanlang's gentle but emphatic voice: "Tell your mistress that it's useless to play sick. Since her older brother has come in person, how can she not come to greet me?"