Thrown out of the house, the wet nurse enters the noble household and becomes a person of high statu

Liu Wenying was awakened by a sudden, strange sound; the sensation was unfamiliar and peculiar, but not painful.

A damp, wet sensation came from below the collarbone.

Her consciousness was not yet fully clear; she opened her eyes blankly and looked down.

All I could see was a furry, black head buried right in front of me.

And the source of that strange feeling was precisely...

"what……"

A short scream choked in her throat, and Liu Wenying instinctively pushed away the person lying on top of her.

Pei Yaojun was pushed backward by her, his back hitting the bed railing.

That handsome face, usually so flamboyant, now had slightly parted thin lips, water droplets at the corners of his mouth, and reddened eyes, exuding a satiated languor that was even more alluring than usual.

His eyes were somewhat glazed over, as if he hadn't fully recovered from the sweet and pleasurable sensation he had just experienced.

She even unconsciously licked the corner of her lips, not wasting a single drop.

Liu Wenying felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and hurriedly covered herself up.

I can't hold back anymore. I feel so wronged and humiliated. Why did it have to turn out like this?

Liu Wenying's eyes were red and moist, and the tears she had been holding back rolled down with a blink, disappearing into the brocade quilt.

But Pei Yaojun still saw it.

She cried; she had made her cry.

He was always fearless, and even if he caused trouble, he could take the blame because of the Duke of Yu's name.

For the first time in his life, he was completely helpless in front of a woman.

Pei Yaojun tried to put on his usual carefree demeanor, but nothing felt right.

He reached out to wipe the tears from her face, but Liu Wenying turned her head away in disgust.

It's always been Master Pei who dislikes others; when has he ever been openly disliked?

But at that moment, he couldn't care less about anything else, awkwardly explaining, "I...I didn't mean anything!"

"I noticed your clothes were ripped and you seemed uncomfortable, so I wanted to help you..."

"Help? Is that helping? You're not being kind at all, you're clearly... doing me a disservice!"

Forced into this situation, Liu Wenying no longer cared about rules and etiquette.

Pei Yaojun was taken aback by her tearful accusation, looking embarrassed but still retorting defiantly.

"How is that not helping? You were feeling unwell, so I helped you take care of it. Isn't that a good thing? It saves you from being wet, cold, and uncomfortable."

Unwilling to listen to his sophistry any longer, Liu Wenying staggered off the bed and tried to leave.

"stop."

Seeing that she was really about to leave, Pei Yaojun reached out and grabbed her arm without thinking.

"Let me go, let me go!" Liu Wenying struggled, her tears flowing even more fiercely.

"With such heavy snow outside, where can you go with a child? Back to that cold and cramped dormitory room? Besides, what would people think if they saw you like this?"

Liu Wenying practically screamed, "No matter how terrible the wind and snow are, they're not as terrible as you!"

Pei Yaojun felt as if he had been unexpectedly pricked by a thorn, and his grip on her hand loosened slightly.

But he suddenly realized that if he let her go tonight, given her personality, she would probably avoid him in the future.

No, we can't let him go.

Pei Yaojun pulled Liu Wenying close, holding her tightly in his arms.

He had never held a woman so closely before; she felt so soft and light, so easy to hold.

Liu Wenying was like a fish that had been caught and pulled ashore, struggling desperately.

Pei Yaojun tried to soothe him, "Alright, alright, stop crying. Let's just forget about you hitting me with a stick before, okay?"

"No!"

This is even more of a headache. When has he ever humbled himself to coax anyone?

But she cried so hard, sobbing uncontrollably, as if a cat had entered his heart and was scratching at it with its claws.

"So what do you want? Tell me, as long as I can do it."

Forced into Pei Yaojun's arms, and hearing his awkward promise, Liu Wenying's sobs gradually subsided.

You've cried and cursed, but the deed is done. There's no point in blaming fate or wallowing in shame and anger.

Instead of getting entangled in the vague notion of respect in this era, we should transform this humiliation into something tangible and real.

At least, it will make her and Luo Luo's lives a little easier.

"I want money."

"Um?"

"Lots and lots of silver." Liu Wenying repeated, "If Third Master wants to wipe the slate clean of tonight's events, he should bring silver in exchange."

"..."

"What? Third Master won't give it to me?"

Pei Yaojun chuckled softly. The women around him went to great lengths to get into his bed, and what they got was far more than just money.

But he didn't expect that in Liu Wenying's eyes, he was not as attractive as those yellow and white things.

"Alright, I have plenty of money. When we get back to the manor, I'll give you lots of silver."

Taking advantage of his still-good mood, Liu Wenying immediately made her second request.

"As for what happened tonight, please keep it a secret, Third Master. Apart from that, I hope you can let me go in the future, as if nothing happened tonight, and we can go our separate ways."

Money is important, but freedom and peace are more important.

She didn't want to be bothered by this unpredictable and absurd Third Master any longer.

Pei Yaojun rejected the idea without hesitation: "No way."

Why?

Why? He himself couldn't explain it.

The thought that she would "go her own way" and avoid him like the plague from now on filled him with inexplicable displeasure and resistance.

"There's no reason why, I just say no, and that means no."

Knowing that further bargaining would be futile.

The more she pressured this man, the stronger his reaction would likely be; she couldn't afford to provoke him further.

Liu Wenying picked up Luo Luo and was about to leave, but this time he didn't stop her.

The door was opened, and a biting cold wind rushed in, making one's head clearer.

"I'll be waiting for you here tomorrow night."

His voice came softly from behind.

Liu Wenying muttered "scoundrel" under her breath and fled in a panic without looking back.

The Third Master, who was being scolded, was not angry at all; on the contrary, he was in a great mood.

The next day, the sky remained overcast. Although the wind and snow had lessened slightly, there was no sign of the weather clearing up.

After returning from Pei Yaojun's meditation room in the middle of the night, Liu Wenying kept her eyes open until dawn.

When she woke up in the morning, the dark circles under her eyes were frighteningly thick. When she went to take care of the young master, Wen Jingshu noticed that she looked unwell but did not investigate further.

Having been trapped on the mountain for many days, who among them looks well?

As evening fell and dusk descended.

The appointed time arrived in just a few hours.

Go? How could she possibly go again? It would be like throwing a lamb to the slaughter.

Not going? Knowing that Third Master's temperament, he probably won't let it go so easily.

Liu Wenying was so distracted that she surprisingly didn't go fishing.

Just as it was almost bedtime, Granny Tian called her out.

"Good news! I just heard from the servants who were helping to shovel snow that the eldest and second masters, along with the guards from the manor and the monks from the temple, have finally managed to clear a path through the biggest snowdrift blocking the mountain road! We should be able to go back by the day after tomorrow at the latest."

Liu Wenying was overjoyed. "Godmother, are you telling the truth?"

"Of course! The foreman is currently calling on all the resting servants to help shovel snow. More people means more help, and every minute counts!"

The gloom in Liu Wenying's heart immediately dissipated, and a plan quickly took shape in her mind.

She has a way to escape Third Master's clutches.

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