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

Pei Dingxuan raised his hand to brush the raindrops off his shoulder.

As I walked, I tried to sort out the chaotic thoughts churning in my mind.

The intimate moments and sweet affection in the illusion now seem absurd.

Yes, that's reality.

Why would Liu Wenying be so proactive towards him?

Why would you say your heart and eyes are filled with him when your eyes are red?

He relentlessly pursued her regarding the matter of taking a concubine, which made her feel disgusted.

She loathed his harassment and domineering nature, and even more so, she loathed that he was blocking her path to marrying her third brother.

The rain suddenly intensified without warning.

Large raindrops pounded on the banana leaves, making a crackling sound, and in the blink of an eye, they wove into a dense, impenetrable curtain of rain.

Pei Dingxuan was in a garden on the only way to get there, with no shelter from the rain in front or behind him.

He took a few quick steps and slipped into a stone cave in the garden's artificial hill.

He had wanted to be left alone, so he didn't have his servant with the umbrella follow him. Now he was trapped in this small space, waiting for the rain to stop.

Inside the artificial rockery, winding paths connect the rock walls, which are cool to the touch, and water droplets seep down from the jagged crevices.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, but a woman's voice suddenly reached his ears from not far away.

"Oh no, the rain is getting heavier..."

Pei Dingxuan's heart skipped a beat, and he took two steps around the sound.

He peered through the cracks in the rocks and saw her standing under another stone eave.

Her light blue summer clothes were soaked by the rain, the thin fabric becoming semi-transparent and clinging to her shapely figure.

Her shoulders and neck were fair and white, and her hair, dripping with water, slid down her jawline and into her collar, making her look both disheveled and charming.

His body overlapped with the beautiful body that was pressed tightly against him in the bathtub in his illusion.

Just like that day on the pleasure boat, when she climbed ashore to save a child who had fallen into the water, her clothes were tightly wrapped around her body, revealing her curves.

At that moment, her third brother wrapped her in his outer robe, his arms around her so tightly...

The sky was shrouded in gloom and rain, the sunlight heavy and oppressive.

The shadows inside the artificial rock cave were as dark as ink.

In the shadows, things that cannot be seen in the light are most likely to grow.

For example, the wild beast pounding wildly inside his chest right now.

What if he had been the first to jump off the pleasure boat that day?

If he was the one who pulled her out of the water and wrapped her soaking wet body in his robe, then...

Then, would her gaze towards him be less distant and icy, and more like the longing in her dreams?

Instead of having his third brother completely on his mind.

She entered the Tinglan Courtyard, and was rightfully his.

Once an idea pops into your head, it spreads like wildfire.

If... he didn't want any more "ifs" in the future.

The sound of rain around him became the drumbeat that fueled his desires, and the scene in the illusion made him completely lose his senses.

Liu Wenying stood on tiptoe, looking at the rain outside, thinking that she should hurry back.

She didn't notice the shadow approaching from behind until her mouth and nose were suddenly covered and she was pulled into the shadows.

"Well……"

She struggled, but the other person lowered their head, found her soft lips, and kissed her fiercely.

There was no alluring embrace like in a dream, only a relentless, resistant grip.

Their teeth clashed together, and they tasted a faint metallic flavor of blood.

The pain only fueled his excitement.

With a tearing sound, her light blue summer dress was ripped apart, and the strips of cloth were used to bind her wrists, while another piece was used to blindfold her.

too fast.

From covering her mouth to blindfolding her, it only took a few breaths.

When she came to her senses from the shock, she felt a strange body temperature that didn't belong to her back.

The stone wall was cool, while in front of her was his fiery confinement. The cold and heat trapped her in the middle, making her feel like she was suffocating.

"Grandpa, is that you?"

She recognized him.

"Um."

Sensing the impending danger, Liu Wenying burst into tears, her scalding tears falling onto the back of his hand.

"No, please..."

The pleading voice pierced his heart with pain, but it only fueled Gu Qiannian's impulse.

Her nails dug deep into his arm, but she couldn't break free from the iron grip.

Rainwater dripped from the stone eaves and fell to the ground, pattering and mingling with suppressed sobs.

"Don't cry."

He lowered his head and kissed away the tears on her cheek.

He swallowed the salty liquid mixed with rainwater.

"Yingniang, I will be good to you, I will..."

A surge of pleasure overwhelmed reason.

Just before reaching the summit.

"My lord! My lord!"

The call came from afar, as if from a distant world.

The anxious calls of his attendants were mixed with another calm voice.

"I told you, he'd be fine..."

Pei Dingxuan suddenly opened his eyes, his vision clearing from blurry to sharp.

The main house of that elegant little courtyard still comes into view.

The meditation cushion, the tea, the Zen painting on the wall—everything was exactly the same as before.

"My lord, you're finally awake!"

The attendant breathed a sigh of relief and said urgently, "When I came in, I saw that your eyes were closed and your expression was strange. I was so worried that I didn't know what to do. But he said that you were just too tired and had fallen asleep."

Pei Dingxuan raised his hand, signaling him to be quiet.

He endured the throbbing pain in his forehead, and his cold, aura returned to its original intensity.

Pei Dingxuan's cold gaze locked onto the illusionist opposite him, his anger palpable.

"You created two dreams for me?"

Mr. Yunmeng smiled, showing no sign of being questioned.

"The master is very guarded. One dream is not enough to touch his heart. Only by proceeding step by step can we make him put aside his grudges and face his true self."

"If it weren't for your people forcibly breaking in and interrupting, you, sir, would have seen your true heart and gotten what you wanted."

Pei Dingxuan scoffed, "Your wish has been fulfilled? Your so-called relief from worries is nothing more than numbing people's hearts with illusions?"

The tenderness and smooth sailing in dreams are all just illusions, leaving nothing but emptiness upon waking. What kind of way is that to relieve worries?

Throughout his life, he believed in facts and reality, and what he hated most was illusory and misleading ideas.

Moreover, those two dreams completely stripped away his deepest obsessions and desires.

He was forced to be driven by desire in the illusion, losing all sense of proportion.

Such a blatant act of possession seems absurd and shameful.

Mr. Yunmeng was not annoyed; his tone was indifferent.

"Zhuang Zhou dreamed he was a butterfly, and the butterfly dreamed he was Zhuang Zhou. Life is full of worries, and we often cannot get what we want in reality. If we can get what we want in our dreams and relieve our worries, why insist on returning to reality?"

He looked at Pei Dingxuan with a hint of understanding.

"Your Excellency was just dreaming, wasn't that..."

"Enough!" Pei Dingxuan shouted.

Reason told him that it was all fake.

Yet, a secret and shameful longing arose within her.

Like the lingering sweetness after drinking poison to quench thirst, even knowing it's poison, the tip of the tongue still craves that aftertaste.

Pei Dingxuan's eyes were cold and sharp. He glanced at Mr. Yunmeng for a moment, then said nothing more and led his entourage out.

He walked very fast, his clothes billowing in the wind, giving the impression of a hasty retreat.

The rain outside the courtyard had not let up, and his attendants hurriedly opened umbrellas to follow, but he waved them away.

Let the raindrops pelt my hair and shoulders, hoping to use the coolness to suppress the heat in my heart.

The bamboo fence gate creaked shut behind us.

Pei Dingxuan sat in the carriage and let his back lean against the carriage wall.

The carriage moved.

He lifted the side curtain and saw that the four corners of the eaves of the small courtyard were each adorned with the same wind chimes as those inside the house.

The wind blows, the rain falls, and the bells tinkle, their sounds clear and melodious.

His gaze sharpened slightly as he stared intently for a moment, until the wind chimes were obscured by the shadows of the trees at the alley entrance and could no longer be seen.

The confusion and dizziness in my mind dissipated, and the tactile sensations around my body became clear and real.

Only then did he realize that he was truly awake.

After the carriage had traveled a long distance, the attendant sitting opposite him finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"What exactly happened to you after you entered the house, sir?"

"...He can create dreams."

"Dreaming?" the attendant exclaimed in astonishment. "Dreams can be created? Is he really a living god?"

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