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

As night fell, the moonlight was pale, casting a layer of shattered silver on the ground.

After serving the old lady until she was settled, Liu Wenying left Mingxi Hall and headed to her own quarters.

Just as she turned the corner of the covered walkway, a figure suddenly appeared and blocked her way.

It's Ah Cai.

He had dark circles under his eyes, and it looked like he hadn't had a proper rest.

"Nanny Liu, please, please go and persuade Third Master."

Liu Wenying paused, blurting out, "What happened to him? Did he go and kneel before Hechuntang again?"

Ah Cai was speechless, "No, it's not..."

He stamped his foot, his face even more bitter.

"Third Master knelt in the rain at Hechun Hall for a long time until he fainted and was carried back to Zhaolin Courtyard."

He developed a high fever after catching a chill from being caught in the rain. Dr. Ye came to see him and prescribed medicine, but Third Master stubbornly refused to drink it. He didn't eat a single grain of rice or drink a drop of water, and no amount of persuasion from anyone could change his mind.

Ah Cai said helplessly, "I really have no other choice, so I dare to ask you to persuade Third Master to drink some medicine and eat something."

"What use would I be if I went? I'm not going."

Liu Wenying gently shifted her body, trying to avoid Acai.

She had reservations; her status was inappropriate, the rules were against it, and if she went and was seen by others, it would be even harder to clear her name.

"It will be useful. Although I am dull-witted, I have followed Third Master for many years and I can see clearly that Third Master only lets his guard down in front of you. Please go and make a trip."

Ah Cai was determined. When Liu Wenying went to the left, he quickly blocked her on the left. When she went to the right, he immediately blocked her on the right.

The two stood locked in a stalemate in front of the narrow courtyard gate, until Liu Wenying finally gave in.

"I'll just take a look. As for whether your Third Master will listen, I have no idea."

Ah Cai nodded hurriedly.

The main building of Zhaolin Courtyard was dimly lit.

Madam Pei sat by the bed, holding a bowl of medicine in her hand, her eyes red and swollen from crying.

"Jun'er, listen to your mother and drink your medicine, okay?"

She choked back tears as she scooped up the medicine with a spoon and brought it to Pei Yaojun's lips.

"Only after taking the medicine and sweating it out can the illness be cured..."

Pei Yaojun lay on the bed covered with a thick brocade quilt, his cheeks flushed red.

He was delirious after developing a fever, but he still frowned.

"I don't want it, take it away..."

He was delirious with fever, but he was still stubbornly holding onto that anger. Even the medicine and food became things that bothered him.

Madam Pei's tears fell even harder.

"How can you not drink it? Don't you care about your own health? Have a sip."

The lingering sobs annoyed Pei Yaojun.

Knowing that his mother's health wasn't very robust to begin with, and fearing that crying would harm her, he finally spoke in a hoarse voice.

"You can leave now. I'll eat and drink as I please."

Upon hearing this, Madam Pei's eyes welled up with tears.

She was skeptical and dared not press him further, for fear of provoking him to become even more resistant.

"Then I'll leave. You must take your medicine and eat something, do you hear me?"

"Um……"

Madam Pei walked out of the house, turning back every few steps.

The door closed gently.

The room fell silent again.

Pei Yaojun closed his eyes, his consciousness rising and falling under the intense heat.

He lay there in a daze, his head throbbing terribly. Just as he was about to close his eyes and rest, he heard the sound of the door being gently pushed open.

He was impatient, assuming his mother had returned because she was worried, and without even opening his eyes, he said irritably, "I said... go away."

But that person didn't leave.

Instead, she reached out a hand and placed it on his forehead.

The palm carried a faint scent of herbs and trees, and its slightly cool touch perfectly suppressed the burning sensation on my forehead.

Pei Yaojun's feverish mind cleared up a bit, and he turned to look.

She wore a green dress and had jet-black hair.

It wasn't her mother, but her.

Liu Wenying placed her palm on his forehead; it was so hot it could scald a pancake.

She withdrew her hand and her gaze fell on the small table on the bedside table.

The herbal medicine was kept warm on a small silver stove, the broth bubbling gently. Several dishes of congee and side dishes were also carefully simmering beside it, which must have been specially instructed by Madam Pei before she left.

Liu Wenying poured the medicine into a small bowl, picked it up, and gently stirred it with a porcelain spoon.

The brown medicinal liquid swirled in the bowl, and wisps of steam rose, dampening her lowered eyelashes.

"There used to be a fool in my hometown. Everyone said he wasn't actually stupid. He just had a fever and refused to take medicine, which damaged his brain."

She spoke slowly and in a flat tone.

Pei Yaojun rested his head on the brocade pillow, his gaze fixed on her profile. He let out a soft hum in his hoarse voice, but did not reply.

Liu Wenying didn't care and continued, "That fool sits at the village entrance all day long, smiling at everyone he sees."

"They don't put on more clothes even when it's freezing cold, they don't wipe their drool from their clothes, they pick up things from the ground to eat when they're hungry, and they don't run home when it rains."

"At first, the family disciplined him, but later they got tired of it. After a few years, they couldn't even see him anymore. They didn't know where he went or whether he was dead or alive."

After she finished speaking, she blew a spoonful of warm medicine to his lips.

Pei Yaojun twitched his fingers, then turned his head away. "You don't need to try to persuade me."

"I wasn't trying to advise you. I was just bored at night and thinking about some old things."

Liu Wenying tilted her head innocently, "Besides, you are the third son of the Pei family, a person of great honor and nobility. Naturally, you are different from that country bumpkin. Even if you stubbornly refuse to take the medicine, you must be lucky enough to survive and not have your brain damaged."

The words sounded like a compliment, but Pei Yaojun felt so uncomfortable.

But her tone was light and cheerful, her eyes crinkled, and she showed no sign of being harsh, making it impossible for anyone to get angry.

Pei Yaojun's eyelids felt heavy, and waves of dizziness from the high fever surged up.

Consciousness is like a leaf floating on the water, ready to sink at any moment.

But he stubbornly refused to close his eyes.

He had finally managed to see her, but he hadn't had enough of looking at her...

He refused to drink, and Liu Wenying wasn't in a hurry.

I gently scraped the bottom of the bowl with a white porcelain spoon, scooped up a small half spoonful, and brought it to my lips to take a sip.

She raised her delicate eyebrows and exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? Why is the medicine sweet? As expected, the masters' medicine is different; even bitter medicine is brewed to taste sweet."

Pei Yaojun, his eyes glazed with disbelief from his feverish delirium, said in a hoarse voice, "Nonsense. Good medicine tastes bitter, how can any herbal medicine be sweet? You must be trying to fool me..."

He was tough and healthy from a young age, rarely got sick, and rarely took medicine.

But he had a younger sister who was always taking medicine, and her room was filled with the bitter smell of medicine all year round. How could he not understand that?

Liu Wenying blinked, then held the spoon to his lips, her eyes open and honest.

"If you don't believe me, Third Master, try it yourself and you'll see."

Her eyes crinkled with laughter, showing no trace of bitterness; she looked as if she had tasted honey.

Pei Yaojun was already burning up with thirst and a bitter taste in his mouth, and her confident demeanor piqued his curiosity.

After hesitating for a moment, he slightly raised his head and opened his mouth to take it in.

The warm medicine slid down his parched throat. He had a high fever and his sense of taste was dulled and deteriorated, so he couldn't taste the bitterness for a while.

Even the body's instinct to drink more, driven by extreme dehydration, made him want to drink more.

Liu Wenying quickly scooped up another spoonful, and Pei Yaojun did not resist anymore.

Using her hand, he drank the whole bowl of medicine, mouthful after mouthful.

The herbal medicine was almost gone, and the sense of taste, numbed by the high fever, belatedly awakened.

A bitter taste spread down his tongue, and Pei Yaojun frowned abruptly, coughed twice, and glared at her with reddened eyes.

"You're lying to me, where's the sweetness? It's terribly bitter."

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