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

Many thoughts raced through Liu Wenying's mind. She wanted to ask, but when the words reached her lips, she hesitated.

After he finished speaking, it was as if he didn't need her response. He applied the ointment with excellent control, evenly and steadily, with utmost focus.

Soon, the ointment on my neck was applied, and the cool, refreshing sensation covered up all the discomfort.

The lid of the jade jar closed gently, making a soft, crisp click.

Pei Dingxuan stood up, his tall figure blocking out the light.

"Rest well. Someone will bring you food and medicine later. We will set off for the capital tomorrow."

He left, and Liu Wenying, unable to understand the meaning behind that sentence, stopped dwelling on it and lay down to rest peacefully.

She needs to recover as soon as possible; Luo Luo is still waiting for her in the capital.

Two days later.

The official road was smooth, with wheels rolling and horses hooves clattering.

Unlike not long ago when he was tied to a smelly cart and forcibly abducted.

Upon her return, Liu Wenying sat in a spacious and comfortable carriage, with thick brocade cushions beneath her.

Holding the little master in her arms, who had regained his spirits and was looking around curiously with wide eyes.

Sitting opposite him was Pei Dingxuan, who was resting with his eyes closed.

He was still dressed in a black casual suit, his back straight as he leaned against the car wall.

The carriage was quite spacious, but his presence was so strong that his cool and solemn aura permeated the air, causing Liu Wenying to unconsciously lower her breathing.

As the carriage approached the city gate, its speed slowed down.

Outside, there was a bustling sound of people and carriages, as well as the occasional shouts of the soldiers guarding the city.

Liu Wenying couldn't help but raise her hand and gently lift a corner of the brocade curtain from the car window.

The familiar city gate tower stands majestically, with a constant stream of people and merchants coming and going.

Several soldiers stood lazily on both sides, sometimes asking a few questions, sometimes simply waving them away, not much different from what I had seen that day.

She lowered the curtain and looked away.

The injury to her throat made her voice hoarse, and she couldn't help but mutter a low murmur.

"If the checks at the city gates were more thorough, I wonder how many women and children who were forcibly taken away could have been saved..."

If the soldiers hadn't been so careless in their inspection when she was abducted, they might have discovered her much earlier, and she wouldn't have suffered so much.

Her voice was very soft, almost to herself, and she did not expect a response.

Pei Dingxuan opened his eyes. "You're right. It's a big mistake to be lax in the investigation. This case involves a wide range of people and has many connections."

During the subsequent thorough investigation, not only will all the traffickers involved be arrested, but also the relevant city-guarding officials and soldiers—anyone who neglected their duties, or even accepted bribes to condone or cover up the crimes—will be held accountable.

"That's good."

With his attitude of taking a firm stance, the checks at the city gates of the capital will become much stricter in the future, and those lurking traffickers will have fewer opportunities to take advantage of the situation.

Liu Wenying was completely relieved and gently stroked Ye'er's soft hair.

Half an hour later, the carriage came to a steady stop in front of the pair of majestic stone lions at the Duke's mansion.

The vermilion gate was already wide open, and a large group of people stood outside.

Apart from the elderly lady who was recuperating due to a leg ailment, almost all the prominent masters, stewards, and even respectable maids and servants of the mansion gathered at the entrance.

The carriage curtain was respectfully lifted by the servant standing to the side.

Pei Dingxuan was the first to bend down and get out of the car.

He stood tall and straight, his dark robes brushing against the carriage shaft before landing silently.

"Grandpa! Where is Ye'er?"

An urgent female voice rang out, and Wen Jingshu, disregarding her usual composed demeanor, lifted her skirt and rushed forward.

Her once gentle and beautiful face looked haggard, with red and swollen eyes, clearly from worry and tears over the past few days.

"Where is Ye'er? Is my Ye'er alright?"

The carriage curtain moved slightly again, and Liu Wenying, carrying Pei Yexuan, bowed as they stepped out.

She was wearing a hastily found blue cloth dress, her hair was simply tied up, her face was pale, and the gauze around her neck was conspicuous.

The little dumpling in her arms was fair and tender, and hadn't suffered much.

"Madam, the young master is here."

"My Ye'er!"

Wen Jingshu rushed over and hugged Pei Yexuan tightly.

She lowered her head, her face pressed against the child's warm little face, overwhelmed with joy at having found him again, and wept uncontrollably.

Pei Yexuan recognized his mother, shifted his body slightly, and called out indistinctly, "Mother..."

This sound was like the breaking of some kind of immobilization spell.

"Amitabha Buddha, may our ancestors protect us!"

"The young master is finally back!"

"Thank God!"

Everyone immediately gathered around, chattering amongst themselves—some chanting Buddhist prayers, some offering congratulations, and others busy checking if the young master was injured.

Surrounded by people, Wen Jingshu couldn't care less about her tears and snot; she just kept stroking the child, feeling his presence.

After handing the little one over, Liu Wenying was still in the carriage.

All the attention and emotions were naturally poured onto that precious young master.

The sedan chair benches had been pushed to the distance by the crowd, and she held onto the carriage shaft, trying to get off by herself.

After the injury to my right ankle was immobilized and treated with medication, the severe pain subsided, but the swelling persisted, making it impossible to exert any force on my ankle.

She tried it, and it hurt terribly when she exerted force; her body swayed, and she almost fell over.

A large, broad hand silently reached out to her.

It was Pei Dingxuan. He turned back and stood by the carriage shaft, just a step away from her.

The hand was outstretched, palm facing upwards, clearly indicating that the person wanted to use his strength to come down.

Liu Wenying was hesitant to accept it; if she were to approach him in front of everyone, she would be crossing the line between mistress and servant.

"Brother, you should go and see Ye-ge'er. Sister-in-law is holding him and crying nonstop. It's heartbreaking to see."

A crimson figure squeezed to the side of the carriage; it was none other than Third Master Pei.

Due to the sudden interruption, Pei Dingxuan had no choice but to withdraw his hand.

Liu Wenying felt relieved, as she really didn't dare to accept the old man's favor.

I planned to endure the pain in my ankle and slowly slide down.

The posture isn't very elegant, but it works, so that's fine.

But she forgot about Pei Dingxuan and Pei Yaojun.

Pei Yaojun is not one to play by the rules.

Seeing that Liu Wenying was moving slowly and with difficulty, he raised an eyebrow and, without saying a word, directly lifted her down from the carriage shaft by her waist and legs.

Liu Wenying subconsciously gripped the front of his brocade robe to steady herself.

The person she least wanted to deal with was this notorious little devil in the manor, yet it was he who lent a helping hand.

Fortunately, everyone's attention was focused on Ye'er in Wen Jingshu's arms, and they were asking the child all sorts of questions. No one noticed the little incident that happened next to the carriage.

Except for Second Master Pei Zeyu, who was standing a little further away.

He noticed his eldest brother's outstretched hand and also saw his third brother's reckless assistance.

But he said nothing, his lips slightly pursed, his head turned away to hide his emotions, as if he hadn't seen anything.

Pei Yaojun moved swiftly, placing her firmly on the ground before releasing his grip.

The commotion wasn't loud, but quite a few servants witnessed it.

But what kind of person is Third Master Pei? Everyone in the manor knows.

He acts solely on his whims, is unrestrained to the core, and does whatever he wants without anyone interfering.

Now, when they see him holding his wet nurse, the servants only dare to steal a few glances, not daring to even breathe loudly, let alone go forward and say a word.

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