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

After a long period of clear weather, rain is sure to follow. The sky suddenly changed in the afternoon, and it began to rain.

At first, it was just a few raindrops, hitting the leaves outside the cave and making a soft rustling sound.

Liu Wenying gathered the dry branches beside the fire and looked up at the cave entrance.

Rain streaked in, leaving dark watermarks on the stone ground at the cave entrance.

She got up and used the large leaves she had picked up the day before to block the entrance of the cave, barely shielding it from the wind and rain.

But the rain intensified, and by evening it was pouring down.

Rainwater, carrying a chill, poured into the cave, causing the fire to flicker unpredictably.

She hurriedly added a few more thick branches, and the flames struggled to reignite.

Fortunately, they were in a high-altitude area, so the rainwater did not flood in.

But water was constantly seeping from the mountainside, and a damp, cool feeling was seeping in from all directions.

The mountain wall was no longer safe to lean against, so Liu Wenying planned to move Pei Zeyu to a dry place.

Looking back, my heart sank almost to the bottom.

He sat there, completely unconscious, his teeth clenched so tightly they were grinding together.

Suddenly, his body trembled violently, as if being whipped by an invisible whip, and his whole body convulsed violently.

"Second Master!"

Liu Wenying exclaimed in surprise and reached out to press down on his convulsing arm.

The force was astonishing; she couldn't hold it down at all.

High fever can easily trigger seizures, and the occurrence of seizures indicates that the condition has progressed to a dangerous stage.

Pei Zeyu lost consciousness, and mumbled incoherently, broken and fragmented, escaping his throat.

"Let go of me..."

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me..."

His voice was filled with panic and despair, as if he were trapped in a nightmare from which he could not escape.

She had never heard his voice like that before. The proud and aloof second master of the Duke's mansion now sounded like a helpless child struggling in a nightmare.

Liu Wenying practically threw herself at him to barely hold him down.

"Second Master, wake up, it's a dream, just a dream, not real."

However, her attempts to comfort him had little effect, and Pei Zeyu was still having convulsions.

Liu Wenying recalled his stubborn resistance to food and combined it with his childhood experience of being kidnapped.

The muttering he was making was probably not unfounded.

My heart aches as if it's being pricked by needles.

Liu Wenying stopped trying to wake him, and simply gently pulled his trembling body into her arms, patting his back repeatedly.

"Second Master, it's alright, it's alright..."

No one will hurt you, you are safe, I'm here, I've always been by your side.

His trembling seemed to have lessened somewhat, but he still did not wake up.

The babbling continued, but it grew fainter.

Outside the cave, rain poured down like a celestial river, while inside, the fire struggled to burn, illuminating the figures of the two embracing.

After a long time, the seizures stopped.

He nestled in her arms, like a child who had found someone to rely on, and fell asleep peacefully.

But Liu Wenying knew that the situation was still dangerous.

A person can live a long time without food, but can only live a few days without water.

Besides, he's sick, so we need to find some water to feed him.

Liu Wenying settled him in and then went to the cave entrance.

Rain was whipped up by the gale and lashed against my face, creating a white curtain of water.

The sound of the pouring rain seemed to threaten to engulf the entire world.

How did she find clean water?

The rainwater is too dirty. He's already sick; if he drinks it, I'm afraid...

Liu Wenying suddenly remembered something and placed her hand on her chest.

It was warm and soft there, and something was hidden inside.

She was a wet nurse, and the one thing she had in abundance was breast milk.

These past few days, trapped at the bottom of the cliff, my mind was on edge, and I completely forgot about this.

The thought had barely crossed her mind when Liu Wenying's face turned bright red.

No, he's the Second Master, not Luo Luo or Ye'er, how could she...

Pei Zeyu lay on his back on the ground, his lips cracked and bleeding, his chest heaving abnormally.

He can't hold on much longer...

Torn between heaven and man, Liu Wenying seemed to be standing in the middle of a scale, with the moral code of ethics and shame on one side and people who desperately needed water to survive on the other.

It was too difficult to choose. She closed her eyes, and the image that came to mind was his resolute figure as he rushed towards her as she fell off the cliff.

The scales finally tipped in one direction.

The belt around her waist was undone, and her outer garment slipped off her shoulders, revealing a plain inner garment and a small red rope around her neck.

The firelight illuminated the rosy blush on her cheeks.

Liu Wenying sat down beside him, pulled him close, and nestled him in her arms...

In his dream, Pei Zeyu returned to that place.

The dilapidated house was dark, damp, and smelled musty.

Several indistinct figures surrounded him, forcing him to drink murky, dirty water and stuffing him with stale steamed buns.

He refused, so they forced his head into the water vat, and the cold, foul-smelling water was poured into his mouth and nose, choking him until he was nearly suffocating.

He was on the verge of despair.

Just then, a crack suddenly appeared in the sealed window of the dilapidated house.

A ray of light shone through the crack, faint yet vivid.

Gentle yet firm, like the sound of a warm spring breeze, it pierces through layers of gloom and reaches the ear.

"Second Master... wake up..."

It was her voice.

With a strength he didn't know he had, he struggled to his feet and staggered toward the light.

With each step, the wounds on my body ached, but the sound grew clearer and clearer.

The light grew brighter and warmer.

He walked through the light, and suddenly everything became clear before his eyes.

With its babbling springs and lush green grass, it is the purest place in the world.

He knelt by the spring, bent down, and scooped up a handful of clear water.

The water was crystal clear, yet it tasted exceptionally sweet, like rich milk.

The parched throat was moistened, and the burning chest gradually cooled down.

His body's instincts drove him to greedily drink, mouthful after mouthful.

The sweet spring water flows endlessly, seeping into every part of my body, warmly enveloping my wounded body and soul.

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When Pei Zeyu opened his eyes, the cave was still dark.

The rain stopped sometime ago, and only the soft patter of water droplets falling from the cracks in the rocks could be heard.

He moved and found himself lying in a warm embrace.

A faint scent of green wood lingered around my nose, along with a barely perceptible aroma of frankincense.

Liu Wenying leaned against the rock wall and wrapped her arms around his upper body.

Her eyes were closed, and there were dark circles under her eyes.

He held a handkerchief tightly in one hand, with one corner of it still draped over his forehead, already warmed by his body heat.

She held him like that the whole time.

Pei Zeyu felt a sudden, inexplicable tremor in his heart, and he tried to sit up.

However, it aggravated the inflamed wound on his left hand, and he was caught off guard, letting out a muffled groan of pain.

Liu Wenying was startled awake. When she saw him wake up, her almond-shaped eyes lit up, filled with lingering fear and tears.

"Second Master, you're finally awake."

She helped him sit against the stone wall, moving very carefully so as not to hurt him.

Pei Zeyu leaned against the stone wall, closed his eyes, and felt his physical condition.

My throat isn't as dry and sore as before. Although it's still a bit astringent, I can swallow now.

He licked his chapped lips, and his tongue tasted a very faint, unfamiliar sweetness, like milk.

But his illness had diminished his sense of taste, and he couldn't immediately identify what it was.

"How long was I unconscious?"

"The rain stopped last night, and it lasted for a whole day and night..."

As she said this, her eyes reddened again, and she struggled to hold back her tears.

She was genuinely afraid he wouldn't be able to handle it; someone as brilliant as him shouldn't be resting here forever.

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