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

The night was deep and dark, as if dyed with ink.

Everyone in the manor had settled down for the night, but Pei Zeyu sat alone in his room, his mind still unsettled.

The court was rife with intrigue, the government was in grave danger, the elder brother's resignation was a self-inflicted wound, and there was also the worry for Wenying. Layer upon layer of troubles weighed on his mind.

A strange sense of unease gripped him, making him restless and unable to sit still.

He couldn't rest easy for a moment without seeing Liu Wenying.

Knowing that it was improper to meet late at night when the dew was heavy, the longing and anxiety in my heart ultimately overwhelmed all reason and propriety.

Pei Zeyu could no longer contain himself. He quietly got up, and under the cover of night, climbed over the high fence and silently arrived at Liu Wenying's house.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the door, a rough and powerful hand gripped his shoulder.

Pei Zeyu reacted extremely quickly, shaking off the hand with a quick shrug and twist of his shoulder.

He turned around and met a pair of heterochromatic black and gold eyes that shone like a wild beast in the night.

The guard, a hunter by trade, was strong and robust. Even in the dead of winter, he wore a tight-fitting outfit with slender sleeves, with only a thick fur collar for warmth. His muscles were taut, like a cheetah poised to pounce.

"Second Master Pei, it's late. Wenying is already asleep. What brings you here?"

Pei Zeyu's expression was indifferent, his brows and eyes covered with a thin layer of frost.

From a young age, he studied the classics, history, philosophy, and literature, and practiced the Six Arts of a Gentleman.

With an air of noble aloofness, he never stoops to brute force, much less resort to fists and kicks like a brute—that would be beneath his dignity.

"I want to see her."

Lu Ye stepped forward and stood in front of the door.

"She's heavily pregnant now and can't sleep well at night; she only managed to get some rest with great difficulty."

"Besides, you come and go as you please, and if you can't give her peace of mind, then don't bother her late at night."

Pei Zeyu's most tender spot was deeply touched.

Indeed, he can't give her stability right now.

But what's wrong with him just wanting to see her again and have a heart-to-heart talk?

"Get out of the way."

Lu Ye remained motionless.

Moonlight peeked through the gaps in the clouds, and the two men faced each other in the darkness.

Pei Zeyu said no more and took a step forward. Just one step, and Lu Ye also made his move.

His hand was fast and ruthless, aiming straight for his shoulder and neck, stemming from an instinct honed from fighting wild beasts in the mountains.

Pei Zeyu dodged to the side, and in an instant was about to kick him in the back of the knee.

Just as the two were about to start fighting, the door was suddenly pushed open.

"stop!"

Liu Wenying stood inside the door wearing an overcoat, her long hair loose and draped over her shoulders.

"You are not allowed to fight!"

The moonlight shone on her, her collar was loose, her neck was slender, and her slightly exposed ankles were reddened by the wind outside.

Pei Zeyu couldn't regain his footing, and Lu Ye took the kick but didn't retaliate.

He stood there obediently and said in a low voice, "Did I wake you?"

Liu Wenying shook her head helplessly and looked at Pei Zeyu, "Second Master, is there anything else so late?"

I wanted to see her, but the timing wasn't right.

"……fine."

Pei Zeyu suddenly realized that his behavior was somewhat outrageous and ridiculous, like a young boy climbing over the fence in the middle of the night just to catch a glimpse of her.

But what can he do even if he sees it? Should he tell her about his unease and anxiety?

"You get some rest, I'm leaving now."

He turned around, his shadow stretching long and thin in the moonlight.

"Second Master," Liu Wenying called out to him, "the dew is heavy tonight, take care of yourself. We can talk about it tomorrow."

Pei Zeyu's disappointed eyes lit up, and he smiled and said, "Okay."

After watching Pei Zeyu leave, Liu Wenying turned to Lu Ye.

"Brother Lu, thank you."

Lu Ye smiled sheepishly, "I... I'm just on night patrol, it's what I should do."

Liu Wenying smiled and said, "Yes, you should get some rest too."

Go back inside and close the door.

Liu Wenying lay back on the bed, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

She stared at the top of the tent, her mind a jumbled mess.

As I tossed and turned, a very soft knock came from the tightly closed window.

The three sounds, "du, du, du," were very soft yet clear.

Liu Wenying got up, walked to the window, and pushed it open.

The moonlight, like water, poured in.

It turned out to be Pei Zeyu, who had returned after leaving.

He stood outside the window, his white robe stained with mud and grime from the fence, and a half-dried leaf clung to his boots, picked up when he climbed over the wall.

Her hair was slightly disheveled by the night wind, with a few stray strands falling across her forehead, covering half of her brow.

The moonlight fell between the two people, like a silver bridge, quietly connecting their shadows.

The windowsill wasn't high, so Pei Zeyu braced his hand on the windowsill and stepped in with a long leg.

Lu Ye could guard the door, but he couldn't guard the window.

You can stop his body, but you can't stop his heart.

How could someone with such a straightforward and impulsive mind possibly win against him?

There were no lights on in the room, only moonlight pouring in through the open window, spreading a silvery white across the floor.

Liu Wenying stood at the intersection of light and shadow, her green coat loosely draped over her shoulders, her long hair flowing over her shoulders, like a hazy ink painting.

Pei Zeyu's gaze first fell on her face, then slowly moved down to her still flat stomach.

"How have you been lately? Has anything bothered you?"

Liu Wenying gently shook her head, a slight pout unconsciously forming at the corners of her lips: "The child is very well-behaved and shows no signs of discomfort."

Looking at her gentle and soft appearance, all the anger he felt from witnessing the wedding during the day vanished without a trace.

His eyes held a gentle tenderness like the lingering moonlight, falling upon her with tenderness and affection.

The night was bitterly cold, and the cold wind seeping in through the window brushed against her face, lifting her hair.

Pei Zeyu turned around and closed the window tightly, then took her hand and sat her back on the bed.

He covered her with a blanket, and not content with that, he pulled her clothes up a bit.

"Don't be careless and seek coolness all the time. You are not alone now, so take good care of yourself."

"I will, Second Master, you don't need to worry." Liu Wenying looked up at him, the light and shadow falling into her eyes, making them sparkle.

Pei Zeyu suddenly remembered that she had entered the manor by chance because Pei Yexuan needed a wet nurse.

When it comes to raising children and taking care of pregnancy, no one knows better than her; it's just that he gets flustered because he cares too much.

Thinking this way, the guilt in my heart deepened even more.

He couldn't be there for her when she needed him most, and instead left her to bear so much alone.

Liu Wenying noticed the bloodshot in his eyes. "Second Master, are you tired? Would you like to lean on me?"

Pei Zeyu followed her instructions and turned slightly to the side, leaning his shoulder gently against her, half of his body close to hers, but being careful not to press on her abdomen.

The fragrance of herbs emanating from her body intensified, and Pei Zeyu closed his eyes, his voice low and hoarse.

"The outside world is full of complexities and people's hearts are unpredictable. Only here with you can I breathe a sigh of relief."

Many worries weighed on his mind: court infighting, family crisis, Pei Dingxuan's sacrifice, and Xiao Chenlin's apprehension.

Those words that were inconvenient to say aloud were all transformed into unfinished sighs.

Liu Wenying felt his hand moving.

His large palm covered her slender fingers, and little by little, their fingers intertwined.

The fingers were pressed together gently yet firmly, knuckles touching knuckles, palms pressed palms together, warmth seeping through the skin, as if trying to grasp a hard-won moment of peace.

Pei Zeyu finally felt at ease.

"No matter how much wind and rain there is outside, Second Master, you must take good care of yourself. I can take good care of myself and the children," Liu Wenying said softly.

The moonlight shifted through the window, illuminating his profile. His long eyelashes cast shadows, his nose was straight, and his lips were slightly pursed.

This face is breathtakingly beautiful no matter when you look at it.

Liu Wenying suddenly remembered a long, long time ago, when Old Madam Pei returned to the mansion from the other courtyard, and he stood outside the mansion gate waiting to greet her.

Clad in frost and crowned with jade, she was gentle and aloof, like the moon in the sky, desirable but unattainable.

Now the moon rests on her shoulder, her breathing steady; she must be asleep.

…………