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

Liu Wenying lowered her head, trying her best not to let her see the thin, long wound on her face.

"It was a bit stuffy in the tent, so I went out for some fresh air."

As she spoke, she gathered her disheveled hair.

"Breathable? Then why is your face so pale, sister? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Liu Wenying subconsciously raised her hand to touch her face; it was cool and slippery, made of sweat, not blood.

"It's nothing, I just walked a bit far and I'm a little tired..."

Ling'er's gaze, which had been fixed on her, suddenly stopped, and Liu Wenying followed her gaze downwards.

There were a few dried red bloodstains on the skirt.

Liu Wenying's mind went blank. It was all over.

She was so focused on running back that she forgot to check if she had any blood on her clothes.

Just as she was trying to find a way to brush it off, Ling'er said, "Sister, are you on your period?"

Liu Wenying was taken aback.

"I knew it! Why is your face so pale, sister?"

Ling'er pulled her arm and walked towards the tent. "Go back and change your clothes quickly. It's windy outside late at night. What if you catch a cold and get a stomachache?"

Gui water is indeed better than any excuse.

Liu Wenying continued Ling'er's words, her tone carrying just the right amount of weakness.

"Yes, it was a bit sudden, I accidentally got my clothes dirty."

"Then let's hurry back."

Pulled along by her, Liu Wenying made her way back to the small tent where the servants lived without any hindrance.

Just as Liu Wenying changed into clean clothes, she crumpled the blood-stained dress into a ball and stuffed it into the bottom of her bundle, when the tent curtain was lifted.

Xi Chun stood at the door, holding a lamp in his hand.

The candlelight shone upwards on her face, making it appear somewhat harsh.

"Oh, still lying down? It's time for the old lady to have her legs massaged, didn't you know?"

She spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"We're so busy all day long, while you've been lying in your tent all day. You really know how to enjoy life."

Liu Wenying didn't speak. She lowered her head, straightened her clothes, and walked out of the tent.

As she passed by Xi Chun, she didn't stop walking, and didn't even lift her eyelids.

Xi Chun froze for a moment.

She had prepared a whole lot to say.

If Liu Wenying objected, she would use the excuse that serving the old lady was a maid's duty to suppress her.

If Liu Wenying admits her mistake, she'll say a few more sarcastic remarks.

But Liu Wenying left without saying anything.

"That's strange..."

Xi Chun muttered something, put down the lamp, and began making the bed.

She was so tired.

I was busy all day today, and then I took care of the old lady until now. My back is about to break.

She quickly washed her face and lay down.

Why didn't Liu Wenying refute this?

In the past, if she had spoken like that, Liu Wenying would have at least glanced at her or frowned slightly, even if she didn't argue.

But just now, she didn't react at all, her eyes were empty, as if she was absent-minded.

Xi Chun turned over and pulled the blanket up a little.

Who cares?

She closed her eyes, and drowsiness washed away her doubts.

On the other side, Liu Wenying lifted the curtain, and a sweet fragrance wafted out.

Inside the tent, an incense burner was burning, and the old lady sat on the bed, covered with a thin blanket.

A cup of tea sits on a small table beside the bed, the steam rising gently, almost dissipating.

But Liu Wenying's gaze was drawn to the figure beside the bed.

Pei Zeyu sat on the brocade stool, having changed into a plain light-colored brocade robe.

The clothes were clean and crisp, without any trace of dust or sweat from the daytime hunt.

He must have just finished showering and rushed over; he looked refreshed and stood tall and straight like a bamboo.

She knelt down in front of the bed, and a faint, refreshing scent of pine wood wafted over on the breeze, neither strong nor weak, as clean as a bamboo forest after a rain.

The fragrance lingered around her nose, gently dispelling the lingering shock in her heart.

Liu Wenying lowered her eyes and focused on massaging, her fingertips applying gentle and even pressure.

Pei Zeyu got up halfway through the massage.

"Grandmother, it's late, I'll take my leave now. Please get some rest."

The old lady nodded kindly: "Go ahead, you've had a long day."

As soon as he finished speaking, he calmly lifted the curtain and stepped out.

Her clothes fluttered lightly, without a trace of noise.

Before long, Liu Wenying finished serving the old lady and quietly took her leave.

A night breeze swept over her, and the coolness of the summer night invigorated her.

Liu Wenying was about to turn around and walk towards her tent when she saw a figure in front of her and stopped in her tracks.

Not far outside the tent, a tall figure stood with his hands behind his back.

His plain-colored brocade robe fluttered in the wind, his eyebrows resembled distant mountains, and his lips were lightly shaped.

Despite her gentle and warm appearance, she was enveloped in a faint sense of aloofness.

Like jade under the moon, it appears close yet far away in the clouds, its clear light shining everywhere, but it does not get close to anyone.

When Liu Wenying met his eyes, the distant curve of his lips suddenly softened a little.

Their eyes met briefly before parting, leaving Liu Wenying in turmoil, wanting nothing more than to leave as quickly as possible.

She curtsied slightly and was about to leave.

"stop."

A soft voice rang out, not loud but not dismissible.

Liu Wenying froze, unable to move forward or backward.

"Come with me."

Not daring to disobey, they could only silently follow.

The two walked one after the other, passing through several tents, around an open space piled with miscellaneous items, and gradually reached the edge of the camp.

The surroundings grew quieter and quieter, and the light of the campfire in the distance became distant and blurry.

Liu Wenying slowed her pace.

It was the same not long ago; the path the maid led her along became increasingly secluded and dark, until the dagger came down...

Panic flickered in Liu Wenying's eyes, and her breathing became labored.

Pei Zeyu suddenly stopped and turned around.

In the dim light of the night, his features were gentle and refined, yet his eyes seemed to see right through people's hearts.

"You're not feeling well today."

"Since you entered the tent, you've seemed distracted and terrified. What happened?"

Liu Wenying forced a guilty conscience and shook her head: "Second Master, this servant is fine. Perhaps I was just tired during the day."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Zeyu took two steps forward.

He was neither angry nor did he coerce anyone.

But the cool, refreshing aura enveloped her, creating a tangible sense of oppression that left her nowhere to hide.

"Liu Wenying, you can't fool me."

She couldn't fool him.

But can she tell us what happened tonight?

He was assassinated and nearly died.

He fought back and killed his opponent, but was saved by the old man again.

Can I say things like these?

I can't say.

But if she didn't say so, someone as intelligent as the Second Master wouldn't let her off easily.

Liu Wenying said in a deep voice, "I felt stuffy earlier, so I went out for some fresh air. I walked a bit too far and accidentally saw something I shouldn't have seen."

Pei Zeyu remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

Liu Wenying bit her lip and continued, "I saw several Northern Di people carrying a cage covered with a cloth, heading deeper into the hunting grounds."

"I was afraid of causing trouble, so I hid and didn't dare to make a sound. I only ran back after they left. That's all..."

"I was really scared after I came back, and that's why I lost my composure when taking care of the old lady. I hope you will forgive me, Second Master."

She only told half of what she had experienced.

Not a single word was mentioned about the assassination attempt.

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