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

"Third Master..."

Liu Wenying's voice was very soft, as if she was afraid that a loud voice would wake her from this dream.

She hadn't seen him for a very, very long time.

From the day news of the war breaking out in the North arrived, she was extremely worried. Whenever heartbreaking news came, she would be sleepless at night, her pillow soaked with tears.

Tonight, he appeared in her dream again, but he was completely different from the person she remembered.

In my memory, Third Master loved to wear bright red brocade robes, and his eyes and brows were full of untamed arrogance and vitality.

Especially her eyes, which bloomed like bright peach blossoms, always looked at people with a hint of arrogance and a smile.

Now his eyes were as deep as a still pool, reflecting the wind, frost, rain, and snow of the North, as well as her slightly haggard reflection.

In a daze, Liu Wenying was no longer in the heavily guarded imperial palace, but had returned to the small house in the Duke of Yu's mansion.

Back then, Pei Yaojun would always sneak into the house under the cover of night and pester her to do something.

Pei Yaojun's figure moved slightly.

Thinking he was about to leave, Liu Wenying quickly grabbed his sleeve, "Don't go."

Pei Yaojun could no longer hold back; his lips reached out before his voice could reach him.

He leaned down and kissed her, catching her off guard, like a blizzard in the North, sweeping over her in an instant.

A thousand words, countless thoughts and concerns, all transformed into a passionate, fervent kiss.

He kissed her urgently and forcefully, wanting to pull her into his arms and never let her go again.

There were so many things I wanted to ask her: how she was doing, whether she had thought about herself.

But when he saw the moisture in her eyes and the hand reaching out to him, all his words vanished like smoke, and he couldn't express his feelings with actions.

As their lips met, Liu Wenying tasted the salty, fishy flavor, and her eyes suddenly stung with tears.

She closed her eyes, climbed onto his back, trembled slightly, and responded softly.

Only when the feeling of suffocation rose in his chest did Pei Yaojun release her.

His forehead touched hers, nose to nose, their rapid breaths mingling.

"Yingying, I'm back," he said.

"Third Master, is it really you? Am I dreaming?"

"It's me, Yingying, it's me."

Pei Yaojun took her hand and pressed it against his face.

"I'm back, I'll never leave again. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting so long."

Liu Wenying quickly wiped away her tears, pushed him away, and said nervously, "You should leave quickly. This is the imperial palace. It would be bad if we were discovered."

Xiao Chenlin is suspicious and ruthless; he absolutely cannot be allowed to get into trouble.

Seeing her flustered appearance, Pei Yaojun genuinely cared for her.

But he's already threatened Xiao Chenlin, so what wouldn't he dare to do in the imperial palace?

He would be willing to brave any danger, even mountains of knives and seas of fire, just to see Yingying.

"I came from a secret passage, no one will find out, you don't need to worry."

"Really?" Liu Wenying asked him to confirm.

"Yes, really."

Liu Wenying stared at him intently, as if afraid he would disappear if she blinked.

A little over a year, more than four hundred days and nights, the days are neither long nor short.

But too many things happened during that time.

The Duke of Yu's mansion collapsed, the eldest and second masters were imprisoned, the Northern Di and the Great Wei went to war, she became the manor lord, and even had a nominal husband who married into the family.

Each and every single thing was like a tangled ball of yarn, all jumbled together in a mess. So many words were stuck in my throat, and I didn't know where to begin.

It was Third Master who spoke for her after all.

Pei Yaojun gently pecked her lips again. "Yingying, I missed you so much."

Liu Wenying's eyes suddenly welled up with tears, and she tightened her grip on his clothes.

"I thought about writing to Third Master, but I don't know where you are, so I don't even have a chance to send the letter."

"Pei Yaojun, how could you do this? You left without saying goodbye, leaving only money behind. Didn't you think about those who cared about you and missed you? How could you be so heartless?"

Tears involuntarily streamed down my face.

Pei Yaojun was at a loss for what to do when she cried. He had killed hundreds and thousands of enemy soldiers on the battlefield and had never been nervous when confronting the new emperor in the Golden Palace.

Now, seeing her tears, I'm so flustered I don't know what to do with my hands and feet.

"Don't cry, it's my fault."

Pei Yaojun frantically wiped away her tears, the warm, wet feeling on his palm burning his heart.

He kept apologizing, trying to appease the person in front of him.

Suddenly, a thought popped into my head.

In Yingying's heart, he was more important than money?

After all, back in the Duke of Yu's mansion, she always found ways to get rewards from him.

He still thought that money would always come first in her heart.

Pei Yaojun couldn't help but ask.

Liu Wenying was still sobbing, but words rolled out along with her tears.

"Money can be earned back, but what if something happens to you?"

After saying that, Liu Wenying herself was stunned.

Yes, without realizing it, Pei Yaojun had already occupied an indispensable place in her heart.

It was more important than the money she always valued, and so important that she dared not even think about what it would be like if something happened to him.

She herself was unaware of this sentiment until now, when it slipped out.

It turns out that the longing had already seeped into my very bones.

Hearing what she said, Pei Yaojun chuckled and held her hand tightly, as if holding it too tightly was not enough.

"Yingying, do you remember? Oranges grown south of the Huai River are sweet oranges, but those grown north of the Huai River are bitter oranges. That's what you told me."

"I didn't understand before. I always thought about fighting for my pride in the court. Later I realized that the treacherous court was not suitable for me."

"After leaving the capital, I found my path on the battlefield."

Liu Wenying gently stroked a small scar on his brow with her fingertips, her eyes filled with tenderness.

"Third Master, tell me, how have you been doing since you left the capital?"

Pei Yaojun told her about the events in the Northern Border, starting with how he joined the Burning Wind Army.

Liu Wenying's shoulders trembled slightly. She had heard of them; they were a very powerful team, leaving nothing but barren land in their wake.

In the Burning Wind Army, Pei Yaojun's sword was more effective than his words.

He rose through the ranks very quickly, serving as a scout and leading the way to gather intelligence on the enemy.

He served as a captain, leading his men into battle and winning countless battles. He rose from the ashes of carnage, shook off the blood and grime, and continued forward.

Liu Wenying was shocked. She hadn't witnessed it herself, but she could imagine it.

Pei Yaojun sensed her emotions, slowed down his speech, and picked out the good things to say to her.

"After winning the battle, we would gather around the campfire to eat meat and drink wine. I met two people, one with a voice as loud as thunder, and the other who could sing off-key. They insisted on recognizing me as their elder brother and following me through thick and thin..."

Liu Wenying burst into laughter through her tears, but as she laughed, tears almost rolled down her cheeks again.

She raised her hand to wipe it away, her tears mingling with a smile, and said, "Congratulations, Third Master, you've earned military merit now, things are different now."

Pei Yaojun gently shook his head, "Military merits and official rank are not important. Yingying, all I've ever wanted is you."

In the past, he didn't understand his own feelings and always used clumsy methods to pester her.

He later left without saying goodbye, leaving her to bear too much worry and grievance alone.

Now that he has survived life and death, he can finally come back to tell her that he loves her.

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