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

Before long, Liu Wenying changed her clothes, without any makeup, her eyebrows and eyes were clear and beautiful.

She pushed open the door and had just stepped out when she was tightly embraced by a pair of strong arms.

The familiar scent lingered around her nose, warming Liu Wenying's heart. She looked up and saw the person who had come, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

"Second Master."

Pei Zeyu actually arrived a little later than Pei Yaojun. He didn't want to join the argument between the two, so he simply sat back and watched them fight.

After the two men left, he found an opportunity to see her.

Pei Zeyu looked down at her; she was dressed simply and without makeup, but in his eyes, not an inch of her was unattractive.

"Wenying is beautiful, and her color suits you perfectly."

Liu Wenying's cheeks flushed slightly, and just as she was about to speak, he leaned down and kissed her.

The kiss was light, landing on the corner of the lips, like a butterfly alighting on a petal, touching and then parting.

But the longing and preciousness contained within are too heavy to ignore.

From the last time we looked at each other through the iron bars of the prison cell to now being able to stand face to face like this, countless anxious days and nights have passed in between.

"I will never leave you again."

Pei Zeyu hugged her even tighter, resting his chin on the top of her head, and made a solemn promise.

Liu Wenying let him hold her, but it was getting late, so she gently broke free from his embrace, and the two walked hand in hand toward the front hall.

They walked side by side into the brightly lit front hall, their hands clasped together inside their sleeves, without any deliberate attempt to conceal it, but rather naturally.

Xue Bi and Pei Yaojun sat on opposite sides of the round table. One lowered his eyes and fiddled with his teacup, while the other leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed, looking bored.

Upon seeing them enter, both of them were taken aback.

Their infighting here has only allowed others to reap the benefits and gain the upper hand.

That day, Pei Dingxuan knew that the two had a close relationship and was prepared, but witnessing it with his own eyes still made him feel a tightness in his chest.

Lu Ye, who was drinking tea, also noticed that he couldn't swallow the tea in his mouth.

Liu Wenying, completely unaware, scanned the hall with her gaze. "Huh, why is one person missing?"

Just as he finished speaking, footsteps came from outside the door.

Xiao Yiheng strolled in, a smile on his lips. "I'm a little late. Sorry to keep you all waiting."

The tea cup in Duke Yu's hand clattered onto the table.

The scalding hot tea spilled half a cup, soaking the back of his hand, but he didn't care at all.

His cloudy eyes stared at the person at the door, his lips trembling, and after a long while he managed to squeeze out broken syllables.

"Second, Your Highness?"

The Second Prince, who was rumored to have been killed by bandits and whose body had vanished without a trace, was alive and well, standing right in front of him.

He staggered to his feet and was about to kneel down.

But when his knees were halfway bent, Xiao Yiheng steadily supported him.

"Duke Yu, there's no need for such formalities. We are both in the same boat now, so let's skip these empty gestures."

Duke Yu stared at him blankly, tears suddenly streaming down his face.

He recalled the spirited prince at the palace banquet many years ago, and how the late emperor had praised his exceptional horsemanship during the autumn hunt.

He was a staunch princeling, and they were irreconcilable political enemies.

Now, when I see them again, they are homeless drifters even in the countryside.

"Your Highness..." The old man choked up, unable to speak, with so much to say but unable to utter a word.

Xiao Yiheng gently patted the back of his hand, then turned and nodded to the crowd.

This time everyone was present, the eight-immortal table was full, the bowls and chopsticks were set out, and all the dishes were served, steaming hot, enveloping the room in a warm and cozy atmosphere.

Wen Jingshu's mind was not on the dinner table; she was constantly thinking about Ye'er in her arms, and kept bowing her head.

Seeing this, Liu Wenying reassured her, "Don't worry, Madam. Ye'er is well-behaved. I'll have Granny Wang look after him. There are also children from the orphanage outside the manor; they'll take Ye'er to eat and play with them, is that alright?"

When the First Madam came out of the dungeon, she was so thin that she was just skin and bones. Liu Wenying wanted to make sure she could eat properly.

Luo Luo was clinging to the door frame at some point, her little face peeking in, chewing on half a sweet potato, her cheeks bulging.

She swallowed what was in her mouth in a few gulps, ran over, and looked up at Ye'er in Wen Jingshu's arms with bright eyes.

"Little brother, come eat with me! Granny Wang made steamed egg custard today, it's delicious, and there are meatballs too, I'll share some with you!"

Ye'er became less talkative, but children have their own language that adults can't understand.

He released his hand, which had been gripping his mother's clothes, and reached out to Luo Luo.

Wen Jingshu kissed Ye'er on the forehead and put him down.

"I didn't realize Luo Luo had grown up so much."

The frail baby girl I remember in swaddling clothes can now run, jump, and speak fluently.

"Luo Luo, hurry up and call her Madam," Liu Wenying gently reminded her.

Luo Luo curtsied obediently: "Madam."

Wen Jingshu shook her head, "There's no need to call me 'Madam' anymore, and you don't need to call me that anymore."

"They should shout it."

Liu Wenying persisted, her gaze gently falling on her daughter.

"Back when she was under the protection of the First Madam, Luo Luo couldn't speak yet. Now that she can speak, she should make up for it with this one word."

Luo Luo seemed to understand but not quite, and just smiled sweetly.

She stepped forward and took Ye'er's little hand. Ye'er looked at her with wide, curious eyes.

"Be a good boy, little brother. Big sister will take you to eat. After dinner, we'll have sweet cakes, and then we'll go catch bugs to play with. It'll be so much fun..."

After the meal, the dishes were in disarray, and the servants cleared them away.

Zizhu, carrying a lantern, led the way, taking the Pei family to the backyard to rest.

Liu Wenying stood in the courtyard. The summer night breeze blew through the flowers and trees, causing the branches and leaves to sway gently and rustle.

The bright moonlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

"Wenying, you were looking for me?"

His voice was deep and familiar, tinged with restraint.

Liu Wenying turned around and saw Pei Dingxuan slowly approaching.

"uncle."

Liu Wenying smiled and gave him a proper bow, her movements neither too fast nor too slow, just like the etiquette she used to have at the Duke of Yu's mansion.

Pei Dingxuan quickly stepped forward and took her arm. "The Duke's mansion is not here, so you don't need to be so polite. Besides... I should be the one thanking you."

"If it weren't for the secret account that the old man gave me that day, I wouldn't have been able to support Zhiyun Manor and Yinian Manor."

As she spoke, she took out a white jade token from her bosom and handed it to Pei Dingxuan.

"Now it should be returned to the old man."

She had used the money in the secret account, but when she returned it to him, not a penny was missing.

Pei Dingxuan pushed her hand, along with the jade pendant, back.

"I gave it to you then, and I never thought of taking it back."

Liu Wenying was stunned. "But..."

"No buts, once it's given to you, it's yours."

He interrupted her, with unwavering resolve.

Liu Wenying was full of doubts. She originally thought that when the old man gave her the secret room, it was a backup plan for the Pei family, and that everything was in his plan.

But now it seems that he simply wanted to give it away, without any ulterior motives or selfishness.

Why?

As night deepened, the moon shone brightly, and a gentle breeze blew.

The two stood quietly, half a foot apart, gazing at each other.

Pei Dingxuan's deep eyes held a thousand unspoken words, reflecting the moonlight and her figure.

The restraint between his brows gradually faded, leaving behind a deep affection that could no longer be concealed.

After so many twists and turns, the government office collapsed, its glory faded, and everything changed.

Only the woman he had once thought was just an ordinary wet nurse in the mansion, like a firefly in the dark night, illuminated his desperate situation time and time again.

The feelings in my heart grew stronger and stronger, almost bursting forth.

Unable to hold back any longer, Pei Dingxuan suddenly reached out and hugged her tightly.

Liu Wenying froze, her chin resting on his shoulder.

A deep, magnetic voice sounded in my ear, "Wenying, I—"

"Big brother."

A voice suddenly cut in, slicing through the night like an ice blade.

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