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

Pei Yaojun stood outside the fence, looking at the children filling the yard.

His chapped lips were peeling, and he moved as if he wanted to say something, but he was also hesitant to speak, feeling a pang of homesickness.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The boy with the pigtails swallowed hard, mustered his courage, and tugged at the fence to ask him a question.

Pei Yaojun's voice was hoarse, "I've come to find someone."

"Who are you looking for?"

The child puffed out his chest, "I know everyone in this compound!"

"Willow Singing Orioles".

The child scratched his head, "Liu something oriole, never heard of it..."

The commotion attracted many children nearby, who gathered around, and one of them spoke in a soft voice.

"It's Aunt Liu! Aunt Liu's name is Liu Wenying!"

The girl called out to those behind her, "Luo Luo! Come quick, someone's looking for your mother!"

Under the shade of a tree, two little girls were squatting on the ground playing with pebbles.

The one called Luo Luo raised her head, her face covered in mud, and she was clutching a round white pebble in her hand.

She slowly stood up and walked to the fence.

"Who's looking for my mother?"

When Luo Luo saw the tall, imposing man outside the fence, she immediately dropped the stone in her hand.

She had never met him before, yet she inexplicably felt that his aura was somewhat familiar.

Pei Yaojun was also stunned. The little girl in front of him was about three or four years old, and her almond-shaped eyes looked just like her mother's.

A person and a child stared at each other, separated by a bamboo fence.

When Pei Yaojun left, this girl was still a pale, pinkish-white dumpling who could barely walk. Now she can run and jump, and she even looks at him with unfamiliar eyes.

He didn't dare ask too many questions, "How is your mother...?"

Luo Luo tilted her head and thought for a moment.

What does "good" mean? Is it what Grandma said, that having food to eat is good, or is it what Grandpa Xue taught, that peace and joy are good?

"Mommy's going to give birth to my little brother or sister soon, that should be good!"

Pei Yaojun froze.

The little girl next to her chimed in, "Yes! Aunt Liu's belly is all round now, and Grandma said we can't bump into her."

She gestured with her hands, making an arc in front of her belly.

The horse trotted restlessly, Pei Yaojun gripped the reins tightly, his mind buzzing.

Pregnant? She...she's pregnant?

Pei Yaojun didn't believe it; seeing is believing. "Take me to see her."

Upon hearing this, Luo Luo's face fell. "I still want to see my mother."

Where is your mother?

Luo Luo's eyes suddenly reddened. "So many people. They carried knives and took Mother into the palace. She hasn't come back yet."

She sniffled, tears welling up in her eyes. "I miss my mother."

Entering the palace? People carrying knives? Could they be soldiers sent by Xiao Chenlin?

The Duke of Yu's mansion has already been imprisoned, yet he still won't let go of a former maid?

"Luo Luo".

Just then, a clear, gentle male voice came from behind.

Luo Luo's eyes lit up, and she turned and rushed towards the person who had arrived, calling out, "Father Xue!"

Xue Bi walked over, dressed in a blue robe, and his ears felt slightly hot from being addressed like that.

Ever since Wenying held her wedding banquet, she's been using a certain form of address that she somehow picked up and can't seem to shake off, no matter how much we try to correct her.

Xue Bi was about to correct him, but there was a man beside him, which made him turn his head to look.

He was dressed in a dark red, close-fitting outfit, looking travel-worn. Although the sword at his waist was wrapped in cloth, its design was clearly that of a military uniform.

The most striking feature was his eyes, like the sharp edge of a tempered blade, their intense hostility fixed on his face.

The emotion in his eyes was something familiar to him, something he had once seen in Pei Zeyu—the ferocity of a male vying for territory.

Xue Bi swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

He crouched down to catch Luo Luo as she lunged at him, and wiped the mud off her face with his sleeve, the gesture intimate and natural.

As he stood up, he shielded Luo Luo behind him, the hem of his blue robe brushing against the child's head, ignoring the man.

Pei Yaojun stared at his movements and said coldly, "Are you Wen Ying's husband?"

Xue Bi smiled slightly, guessing that the person opposite him was probably Wen Ying, who had gotten herself into yet another romantic entanglement.

He suddenly didn't want to deny it anymore.

Taking half a step forward, Xue Bi conveniently blocked the man's gaze from Luo Luo, her demeanor composed, as if she were the owner of this courtyard.

"Whom are you looking for?"

Pei Yaojun's jaw tightened. "Luo Luo's mother."

"She's not here."

"Is it that you're not here, or are you unwilling to let me see you?"

Just as tensions were about to rise, footsteps sounded again from outside the wall.

Luo Luo's eyes lit up, and she called out loudly, "Father Lu! Father Liu!"

Pei Yaojun's brows furrowed deeply, and he asked in surprise, "They're also your fathers?"

After he finished speaking, he looked the newcomer over.

Lu Ye was tall, a good half a head taller than Pei Yaojun.

He had high brow bones, a straight nose, and most remarkably, his eyes, which were black with a hint of gold, making them exceptionally strange.

Pei Yaojun lowered his gaze. He was all too familiar with Lu Ye's appearance. He had the blood of the Northern Di people, and even though he had mixed with the aura of the Great Wei people, it could not be completely diluted.

"Luo Luo, be good, don't say things like that." Lu Ye's tone was very gentle, not like he was scolding someone.

Perhaps because Luo Luo lacked fatherly love since childhood, she habitually called the few people who were kind to her "Daddy".

We all know each other in the village, so it's fine.

However, with outsiders present today, such a form of address is bound to cause misunderstandings.

Xiao Yiheng stood behind Lu Ye. Compared to Lu Ye's fierceness, he was more refined and easygoing.

Like jade that has been repeatedly carved, it has lost its sharp edges and concealed its brilliance.

Lu Ye also noticed Pei Yaojun and asked, "Who are you?"

Pei Yaojun didn't answer, but just looked at Xiao Yiheng, feeling that he looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

But the person I remember was pampered and held a high position, so how could he be in this rural area?

Suddenly, Xue Bi said, "I am indeed not Luo Luo's father."

Upon hearing this, Pei Yaojun felt a sense of relief.

Before he could finish catching his breath, Xue Bi added, "The man before you is the one who married Wenying and is also Luoluo's father."

Xue Bi said calmly, "If you need to see Wen Ying, just tell her."

His apparent explanation was actually a diversionary tactic to shift the blame.

Pei Yaojun has an extraordinary demeanor and is no ordinary person. Rather than dealing with it himself, it would be better to draw the firepower to Xiao Yiheng first.

Lu Ye noticed Pei Yaojun pressing on the hilt of his sword and, thinking he was about to cause trouble, immediately stepped forward and said, "You're looking for someone? You should at least tell me your family name first."

"Give me your name?" Pei Yaojun sneered.

When he met Yingying, this group of people were still nowhere to be found.

"I remember you, Young Master Pei," Xiao Yiheng said.

With just one sentence, Xiao Yiheng was able to discern the person's identity.

Xue Bi and Lu Ye looked at each other and suddenly realized.

The travel-worn, sharp-looking man before them was none other than Pei Yaojun, the long-lost Third Master of the Yu State Duke's Mansion.

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