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

Earlier, after returning to her tent, Ling'er tossed and turned, her eyelids drooping with sleep, but she couldn't shake off her worries.

Sister Liu hasn't come back yet. She's been gone for so long. Could it be that she really ran into something?

Could it be that something happened to Sister Liu?

The moment the thought crossed her mind, Ling'er couldn't stay still any longer.

She hesitated whether to go to Granny Wu and ask for help.

But as soon as he got up, Wu Mama's stern face appeared before his eyes.

If Granny Wu finds out that they left the tent without permission and went to chase some ghost, they'll probably be punished.

She shrank her neck and lay back down.

But after lying down for only a short while, he sat up again.

What if there really is something dirty that has gotten stuck with my sister?

Ling'er became more and more frightened as she thought about it, and in the end, her worry for Liu Wenying outweighed her fear of the ghost.

She scrambled to her feet and crawled out of the tent.

Outside the tent, the moonlight was hazy and the place was completely silent.

Ling'er hunched her shoulders, looked around, and called out to Liu Wenying in a low voice.

No one answered.

She felt increasingly panicked, but dared not shout.

The only way is to follow the direction Liu Wenying left in and search there little by little.

She kept stepping on branches and fallen leaves, making a rustling sound that almost startled her.

Just as she was about to burst into tears, a familiar figure appeared in front of her.

Ling'er rushed over and grabbed Liu Wenying's sleeve. "Sister Liu! You've finally appeared! You scared me to death!"

Liu Wenying's legs were already a little weak, and now she was pulled so hard that she stumbled.

Once she regained her footing, she looked around and saw that Ling'er's eyes were red and her face was filled with lingering fear under the moonlight.

Feeling a little warmer, she patted Ling'er's hand, "I'm fine, why did you come out?"

"I...I was afraid something had happened to you. Sister, where did you go?"

Liu Wenying coughed, her expression remaining unchanged.

"Didn't you say there were ghostly figures? So I looked around to see if I could find anything."

Upon hearing this, Ling'er's voice trembled.

"Did you find it?"

Liu Wenying shook her head.

"What do you mean? I searched everywhere, looking in every nook and cranny, but there was nothing there."

I did see a few stray cats dart past; I suppose you were confused in the night and mistook their silhouettes for something unclean.

"Really?" Ling'er asked, still somewhat doubtful.

"Really, the hunting grounds are teeming with Imperial Guards, where would any ghosts come from? Don't scare yourself."

Ling'er's heart, which had been hanging in suspense all night, slowly began to settle down.

"That scared me to death! I thought there was something really dirty..."

As her heart relaxed and drowsiness washed over her, Ling'er yawned.

She grabbed Liu Wenying's sleeve and started to walk back, muttering to herself as she went.

"Those stray cats are really something, running around in the middle of the night instead of sleeping, scaring people half to death..."

Liu Wenying was led by her, her steps following her.

But in her heart, she was thinking about the fireflies and Third Master's excessively bright eyes.

The two had barely walked a foot when Liu Wenying suddenly felt her skirt tighten, as if it were caught on something.

Looking down, I saw a long, dark thing hanging down from the back of her skirt.

A waist belt, or rather, a men's waist belt.

It's the one Pei Yaojun wears around his waist!

It must have gotten caught on accidentally during the tugging.

Liu Wenying ripped off the waist belt, crumpled it into a ball, and quickly threw it into the bushes next to her.

The movement was so fast that Ling'er only heard the noise and turned around to ask, "What's wrong, sister?"

Liu Wenying straightened up, her expression unchanged as she patted her skirt.

"It's nothing, it just got caught on some branches, we've already removed them."

Ling'er, unsuspecting, continued to pull her along.

"Hurry up, sister, I'm so sleepy..."

Liu Wenying responded and followed her.

After Liu Wenying and Ling'er had completely gone far away, the shadows of the trees swayed slightly, and a tall, slender figure stepped out.

Pei Yaojun picked up the belt from the ground, not caring that it was stained with a few bits of grass, and crumpled it up together with his soiled outer robe.

He still had silver ingots and a brocade box in his arms, which Liu Wenying had just insisted on giving him, saying that he should keep them for the time being.

Pei Yaojun didn't care about the vulgar things in the yellow and white clothes; what he cared about was what had happened not long ago...

How could it be so fast?

His face was burning, and he crumpled his clothes in his fists.

When I get back, I need to find some fire prevention guides to study.

Otherwise, if he makes such a fool of himself again next time... I'll change the name of Pei Yaojun!

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The next day, just as dawn broke, the Xishan hunting grounds were already filled with tens of thousands of troops lined up.

Before the morning mist had dissipated, the sound of horns rolled in from the horizon, their deep and powerful blasts piercing through the clouds and splitting the rocks, startling the birds flying in the forest.

Liu Wenying stood with the others from the Duke of Yu's mansion on the side of the viewing platform, and the scene that greeted her made her forget to breathe.

In the center of the hunting grounds, banners fluttered like a forest, and the dragon riders of the Great Wei waved in the wind, their black backgrounds adorned with gold patterns, rustling in the breeze.

Below the banner, tens of thousands of imperial guards stood in formation, their armor gleaming.

As the sun rose, its golden light shone on the armor, making it dazzling.

Spears and halberds stood like a forest, swords and spears like snow, and the soldiers remained silent.

Only the occasional snorts of the warhorses and the pawing of their hooves kicked up fine dust.

This is the military might of the Great Wei.

Liu Wenying had read in a book about the golden scales opening up in the sunlight, but only today did she truly understand what that sight was like.

On the viewing platform, people of all kinds took their places one after another.

The Emperor of Great Wei sat on the dragon throne in the very center. He was over forty years old, with a gaunt face and a majestic aura. No one dared to look him directly in the eye when his gaze swept over them.

Beside His Majesty stood the Princess, her bearing dignified and graceful. She wore a deep purple palace dress and her hair was styled in a high bun.

She would occasionally whisper a few words to His Majesty, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Further to the side is the location of the Northern Barbarian envoy.

Yelü Yuanjia wore the fine clothes of the Northern Di nobles, a dark brown brocade robe embroidered with patterns of eagles and wolf heads in gold thread.

He sat casually, but his light gray eyes narrowed as he looked down at the Wei army formation below the stage, like a wolf sizing up its prey.

Crown Prince Xiao Chenlin and Second Prince Xiao Yiheng of the Great Wei Dynasty were also present and sat in the princes' seats.

The two were seated close together, but they tacitly avoided interacting.

With a sudden "thump," the sound of war drums rang out, like muffled thunder rolling across the earth.

One tap, two taps... the rhythm gets faster and faster, more and more frequent, making your heart beat faster too.

The moment the drumbeats ceased, the horns sounded again.

A troop of cavalry galloped out.

They were clad in gleaming armor, wielding long spears, and the sound of their horses' hooves thundering across the ground.

The cavalry formation was perfectly aligned and orderly, changing formation several times while galloping.

Finally, before the throne, they all reined in their horses, pointed their spears diagonally to the sky, and shouted in unison:

"May the Great Wei be mighty! Long live the Emperor!"

The sound shook the heavens and lingered for a long time.

Liu Wenying couldn't help but look at the seat next to Duke Yu.

The three gentlemen stood side by side.

The old man looked solemn, while the second old man remained calm and composed.

Third Master gazed at the cavalry on the training ground, his eyes filled with passion and longing, and with a sense of pride and honor.

As the Northern Barbarian envoys approached with their rumbling war chariots, the chilling aura emanating from them caused them to change color slightly, their solemnity barely concealed.

This is the true significance of today's autumn hunting ceremony; it is a show of force, a declaration of strength by the Great Wei to the Northern Di.

The Great Wei will never be divided and swallowed up by the Northern Di, like the Western Rong.

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