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

"Godmother, could you please take care of Luo Luo for me?"

Liu Wenying placed the child in Granny Tian's arms and was about to leave.

Granny Tian was taken aback: "Where are you going? It's already dark outside, and the wind and snow are so heavy..."

"I'll help shovel snow too. Like you said, every extra bit of effort from each person helps clear the road sooner, and we can get home sooner!"

"You?" Granny Tian was taken aback. "Shoveling snow is real physical labor. The snow is thick and hard, and even men struggle with it. What good will you do? Don't ruin your health."

"Godmother, don't underestimate me."

Liu Wenying wrapped her collar tightly.

"Although I'm a woman, I'm quite strong. Back in the countryside, what kind of heavy or tiring work haven't I done? Carrying water, chopping wood, I can do it all. Now, what's a little extra effort if it's just to get back home sooner?"

She was only half telling the truth.

The original owner had suffered in her husband's family, but Liu Wenying's work experience before transmigrating was not unfounded.

Those elderly people who cannot take care of themselves need her to carry them up and down, turn them over and wash them; it takes a lot of strength to do that.

Seeing that she wouldn't give up until she hit a wall, Granny Tian had nothing better to say than, "Then you must be careful, don't be reckless, safety is the most important thing."

"Okay, godmother!"

Liu Wenying stumbled along the snow-covered mountain path, her steps uneven.

As dusk settled, the wind and snow blurred our vision.

Dozens of figures were struggling in knee-deep snow, wielding shovels, wooden spades, and even hastily sharpened planks.

The monks who helped clear the blockage were wearing robes and had bald heads covered in snow.

There are ordinary pilgrims who are stranded here and eager to return home.

Most of them were guards from the Duke's mansion and young, strong servants.

Not far away, a figure in black stood out conspicuously in the white expanse.

Pei Dingxuan stood on a slightly higher rock, discussing something in hushed tones with the temple's abbot.

Liu Wenying quickly found a decent shovel next to the pile of tools, found a less crowded edge of the snowdrift, and, imitating the others, shoveled down hard.

A guard from the Duke's mansion, who was working enthusiastically nearby, saw her and said disdainfully, "This work is very heavy, not something women like you should do. Don't tire yourself out, you should go back."

Liu Wenying did not answer. Instead, she used her arms to lift a heavy shovel of snow and flung it aside.

Instead of talking nonsense, let's prove it with actions.

Seeing this, the guard raised an eyebrow and stopped trying to persuade her, assuming that she was just there to join in the fun and would soon back down.

Time passed slowly, the temperature dropped lower and lower, and the white breath exhaled condensed into frost.

Many people who started with great enthusiasm are now panting and their movements have slowed down; some are even taking a short break by leaning against their shovels.

Liu Wenying's hands and feet were also numb from the cold, and she moved like a machine, repeatedly shoveling down, lifting up, and throwing out.

Gradually, the gazes directed at them changed.

"I never knew women could be so strong!"

"Yeah, he's been doing this for a long time without saying a word. He's more resilient than some of the younger guys."

Even the guard who had previously advised her to go back gave her a thumbs up, saying, "Impressive, I admire you!"

Liu Wenying simply nodded and returned a smile.

She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would lose her breath.

In the early hours of the night, the guard captain came over and pointed to a snowdrift in front of them that had been loosened by the combined efforts of everyone, but was still huge in size.

He gave orders to several people who seemed to be of decent strength, including Liu Wenying.

"You guys go over there and help clear away that loose, big piece of rock! Be careful up there, don't let it collapse!"

Liu Wenying picked up her shovel and followed the group of people over.

The snowdrift was indeed enormous, like a small hill, with much of the bottom hollowed out and a large amount of snow hanging above it.

The group split up and dug at the snow blocks supporting the bottom from different directions, trying to let them slide down slowly and naturally.

Liu Wenying chose a side view and focused intently on shoveling.

The snowdrift at the bottom was getting thinner and thinner, and a faint "crackling" sound came from above.

"That's about enough, everyone step back and let it run its course..." The guard captain didn't finish his sentence.

A sudden change has occurred!

Instead of sliding down slowly as expected, the huge snowdrift collapsed inward with a sudden force!

The tons of snow hanging above, as if having lost its last restraint, collapsed with a roar!

The snowdrifts burst open, crashing down like white waves.

They're moving too fast, there's no way to escape!

Liu Wenying only had time to raise her arm before she was swept away by the snow.

Before she lost consciousness, a dark aura suddenly descended, and broad shoulders, like a wall, shielded her from the heavy blow.

Amidst the roar of the snowflakes, she heard a man's low, muffled groan.

Her waist was held in an iron arm, and her whole body was protected between that person's chest and abdomen. The air was filled with the scent of cold snow and agarwood.

Pei... Ding... Xuan...

……

Consciousness floats and sinks like in viscous, dark water.

A series of familiar yet heart-wrenching cries seemed to pierce through the thick darkness, reaching deep into Liu Wenying's soul.

Luo Luo... it's Luo Luo crying...

A faint understanding, like a ray of light, instantly pierced through the chaotic fog.

"Well……"

Liu Wenying used all her strength to forcefully open her heavy eyelids.

The light was so bright that she had to squint for a moment to adjust before she could see the scene before her.

The roof beams were rather simple, and beneath them lay a familiar bed covered with an old mattress.

This is... her room in the corner of the Duke's mansion. Has she returned?

"Waaaah!"

Luo Luo's cries grew louder. Right beside her, little Luo Luo, wrapped in a blanket, was placed on the inside of her bed, her little face red from crying.

"Don't cry, Luo Luo, Mommy's here."

Liu Wenying felt sorry for her and wanted to hug her.

My whole body felt like it was falling apart, especially my chest and back, which were throbbing with pain, and my arms were weak and sore.

"Sister Liu, you're awake!" came Xiaozhu's voice, filled with surprise and joy, from the doorway.

Xiao Zhu, holding the dark, murky medicine, was both surprised and delighted to see her awake.

"Xiaozhu, what's wrong with me... Are we back at the manor?"

She was still a little confused.

"Yes, we've returned to the Duke's mansion!"

Xiao Zhu walked in quickly, placed the medicine bowl on the small table beside the bed, and couldn't help but cry again.

"Sister Liu, do you know you were buried in the snow and almost didn't make it back? The doctor said if you didn't wake up soon, it would be dangerous..."

From Xiao Zhu's account, Liu Wenying pieced together what happened after she was buried in the snow.

After the snow buried them, everyone present tried their best to rescue them. Fortunately, a lot of snow had been cleared beforehand, and they were rescued without any deaths.

The mountain road was now open, and the next day they were taken back to the Duke's mansion, where the Duke's mansion arranged for a doctor to treat them.

Liu Wenying was lucky; her head was not seriously injured, and she only suffered bruises on her elbows and ribs.

But she remained unconscious, and the doctor was not entirely certain that she was alright; everything would have to wait until she woke up to see.

Perhaps because she was trapped in the Daxiangguo Temple and couldn't eat or sleep well, Liu Wenying remained unconscious for a whole day and night.

Now that she has recovered, she suddenly recalled the scene from that time.

A snowdrift teetering on the brink of collapse, a massive white wave crashing down, and a glimpse of dark clothing protecting her.

Liu Wenying grabbed Xiaozhu's hand and asked anxiously, "Where's Grandpa? How is he?"

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