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

"Second Master! How are you?"

"Quick! Get some water!"

"Go get a doctor! Get a doctor right now!"

A group of people surrounded Pei Zeyu, asking him a barrage of questions.

He and Liu Wenying were separated by the crowd. Seeing her being cared for by his third brother, he felt a strange emptiness in his heart.

Liu Wenying was feeling dizzy from Pei Yaojun shaking her, so she quickly grabbed his hand.

"Third Master, I'm fine. It's Second Master who's in trouble."

"What could possibly happen to a grown man like him? But you... why have you lost weight again?"

She had worked hard to gain some weight while serving the old lady at Mingxi Hall, but now she has lost weight again.

Her chin was small and pointed, and her almond-shaped eyes were so big, set in her pale face like two clear springs, making people's hearts soften.

As Pei Yaojun was sizing her up, Liu Wenying was also looking at him.

He was in the prime of his life, loved wearing red, riding spirited horses, and his smile was unrestrained.

But now his cheek has been scratched by weeds, some of which have scabbed over and some are still bleeding.

The back of his hands was also covered in crisscrossing scratches, clearly from his days of searching in the woods.

The crimson brocade robe, once a vibrant and flamboyant color, was now dull and gray, covered in dirt and grass clippings, with tears in the cuffs.

Liu Wenying opened her lips, about to speak, when a sharp whistle rang out.

Immediately, a red firework shot into the sky and exploded into a dazzling flower in the heavens.

Before long, another group of people came galloping from the direction of the cliff.

The leader was dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit, with landscape embroidered on the hem of his robe.

Pei Dingxuan dismounted, his body swaying slightly as he landed. He hadn't slept for several days and his physical strength was nearing its limit.

Liu Wenying was being looked after by Pei Yaojun.

The man, dressed in striking red, looked down at her, his brows furrowed with concern.

The two were very close, and Pei Yaojun held her shoulder as if protecting some precious treasure.

Pei Dingxuan paused, silently clenching his fist.

In just a moment, he released his grip, his expression unchanged, and walked to the other side.

"Second brother, how are your injuries?"

Pei Zeyu, supported by his guards, shook his head and offered no further pleasantries.

"I am too weak to walk."

"No problem, I'll arrange it."

He turned and instructed the guards behind him to arrange things in an orderly manner.

After everything was arranged, he looked in Liu Wenying's direction.

Pei Yaojun stayed by her side, chattering on and on, his infatuation undisguised.

"I'll definitely make sure you get some proper nourishment when we get back. Look how thin your face is, it looks like you're trying to poke someone to death..."

Pei Dingxuan finally couldn't resist and strode over.

"Third brother, now that we've found them, it's time to head back."

He interrupted their conversation, his voice not loud, but carrying the dignified and solemn air characteristic of an elder brother.

Pei Yaojun then noticed him, and remembering his prejudice against Liu Wenying, his protective instincts kicked in again.

"Okay, brother, we'll head back now."

His tone was harsh, and he grabbed Liu Wenying's right hand, trying to rush her back.

But as soon as she took a step, Pei Dingxuan grabbed her wrist.

The force was unexpectedly strong, causing him to frown slightly.

"You don't have a horse, how are you going to take her away?"

Pei Dingxuan was telling the truth; his horse couldn't withstand the relentless searching day and night and collapsed this morning, never to rise again.

But he really didn't want to hand Liu Wenying over to his elder brother.

"I'll have someone bring the horse over."

He beckoned to the guards beside him to borrow a horse.

Pei Yaojun took the reins, first supporting Liu Wenying's waist and lifting her onto the horse, then he himself mounted the horse.

Liu Wenying sat on the horse, with the Third Master's warm chest behind her and his arm around her waist, tightly, as if afraid she would fall off.

She covered the back of his hand holding the reins, turned her head, and looked anxious.

"Third Master, you promised me, you can't..."

Pei Yaojun remembered that he had indeed promised her that he would not seek her out in front of others and would never let outsiders discover their relationship.

But that was before the fall off the cliff.

He has always been the domineering Third Master Pei, when has he ever considered what others think?

But he gritted his teeth, his face darkening, and said, "She's not feeling well, I'll take her away first."

They finally gave an explanation, without waiting for others' responses or opinions.

Pei Yaojun gave the reins a jerk, and the horse neighed loudly, shooting off like an arrow.

The horse suddenly accelerated, and Liu Wenying cried out and fell backward, but he caught her firmly in his arms.

"Third Master! Second Master is still—"

Pei Yaojun interrupted abruptly: "Second brother has eldest brother to take care of him, you just need to mind your own business."

Liu Wenying looked back and saw that Pei Zeyu was now completely surrounded by people and could no longer be seen.

At least with so many people around, he'll be alright...

"Don't look back, it's windy."

He pressed her neck against his chest, his robe shielding her face from the oncoming mountain wind.

In this way, with her cheek pressed against his chest, she could feel his heart beating strongly in her chest.

Liu Wenying closed her eyes, letting him protect her as they hurried along.

The horse carried the two men through dense forests and across streams, finally returning them to the camp area of ​​the Xishan Hunting Grounds.

Pei Yaojun didn't stop and ran straight towards his tent.

"Third Master, put me down. I can go back by myself."

Pei Yaojun refused, pulled on the reins, dismounted, and then reached out to lift her down.

The action was performed in one fluid motion, leaving no room for refusal.

As soon as Liu Wenying's feet touched the ground and her toes turned outwards, she was picked up and carried into the tent.

"Third Master, this is inappropriate. I am a maidservant from the Old Madam's quarters; I should go back there..."

"I told you, you're not feeling well."

Pei Yaojun interrupted her, kicked open the tent flap, and led her inside.

The tent was simply furnished, but the details were carefully chosen.

There was a rosewood table, a carpet embroidered with gold thread, and a soft couch covered with animal skins.

This is the temporary residence of the third young master of the Duke of Yu's mansion. Without his permission, ordinary people cannot enter.

Liu Wenying was placed on the couch by him, feeling helpless.

"Third Master, please take me back. I'm afraid I won't be able to explain it to the Old Madam."

"I promise you, once the check-up is done and you're okay, I'll take you home."

He was also concerned about her. Liu Wenying paused for a moment, then nodded.

It's better to get checked and confirmed to be fine as soon as possible, which is good for you.

"Alright, then please have Third Master call in a physician."

"A physician? There are no physicians."

Pei Yaojun grabbed her collar and tightened his wrist, tearing the fabric of her outer garment from the collar all the way to her waist.

Liu Wenying froze on the spot, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, like a startled deer.

She didn't expect that the examination he mentioned wasn't about calling a medical officer or doctor, but rather that he would examine himself.

Liu Wenying quickly reached out to block, but with her meager strength, how could she possibly stop it?

During her stay at the bottom of the cliff these past few days, she had hardly eaten anything decent, except for wild fruits and unsalted fish.

He was extremely weak and had no strength left.

Moreover, even at her peak, she couldn't match Pei Yaojun's innate strength.

To him, her struggles were nothing more than a kitten scratching an itch.

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