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

The carriage rushed to the gate of the manor at top speed.

Wen Jingshu lifted the carriage curtain and called inside, "Quick, someone come! Wen Ying is about to give birth!"

Lu Ye was in the stable when he heard this and rushed forward.

Inside the car, Liu Wenying's face was deathly pale, and her skirt was soaked with amniotic fluid.

Without saying a word, Lu Ye immediately picked the person up and carried them horizontally.

Liu Wenying is a twin, not exactly light, but he is tall and strong, and it's effortless for him to lift her up.

"Zizhu, hurry and find the midwife in the village." Wen Jingshu, being experienced, didn't forget to instruct Zizhu before lifting her skirt and chasing after her.

Lu Ye carried the person and hurried through the corridor.

Three people emerged from the study not far away: Xiao Yiheng, Pei Dingxuan, and Pei Zeyu.

They were discussing the recent developments of Xiao Chenlin and the imperial court when they heard the commotion and turned around in unison, all of them startled.

"Wenying is about to give birth."

Pei Zeyu was the first to react. He stepped forward and his gaze fell on Liu Wenying's sweaty face, his pupils shrinking.

"Why today?"

Xiao Yiheng was also surprised. As a husband who was nominally married into the family, he naturally knew about the birth date that had been calculated long ago.

While he was still in a daze, Lu Ye had already turned around the corner of the corridor with the person in his arms.

Pei Zeyu was the first to step forward, followed closely by Pei Dingxuan and Xiao Yiheng.

Inside the room, Lu Ye gently put Liu Wenying down.

She was so tormented by contractions that she was in a daze, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead.

Granny Wang also rushed over and directed the maids to tidy up quickly.

"Lie down flat, quickly go and prepare hot water, scissors, and a white cloth."

Sometimes when her water breaks, Liu Wenying doesn't dare to move around too much, for fear that more amniotic fluid will leak out.

She had just been put down when the curtain was lifted again.

Pei Yaojun lived in the house next door, closest to Liu Wenying.

That house wasn't supposed to be for living in, but Pei Yaojun insisted on having it.

Granny Wang tried to stop her a few times, but later, seeing that Liu Wenying tacitly agreed, she stopped trying.

Pei Yaojun came to the bedside and looked at Liu Wenying's pained expression. He felt heartbroken and anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

Granny Wang nudged him, "Third Master, please go outside and wait. The delivery room is filthy; it's not suitable for men..."

"I'll stay right here." Pei Yaojun didn't leave; his feet seemed to take root.

Just as the stalemate was reaching its conclusion, Xiao Yiheng, Pei Zeyu, and Pei Dingxuan arrived.

Xue Bi was the last one to arrive.

During the day, he taught children to read and write at a private school. When he heard the news, he spilled ink on a piece of paper and rushed over without even putting down his pen.

Upon entering the room, he saw a room full of people, and Liu Wenying groaning in pain on the bed. His heart tightened, and he blurted out, "Wenying!"

Granny Wang grew impatient and started shooing everyone away, "Get out! What kind of behavior is this, crowding around here! Even the midwife won't have room to stand!"

Wen Jingshu quickly advised, "Everyone, please go outside and wait. The delivery room is small, and too many people will only cause more trouble."

Just then, Granny Tian brought the midwife over as quickly as possible.

Everyone had to leave one by one, leaving only Granny Wang, Granny Tian, ​​and the midwife in the room.

The door was closed, keeping the chaos outside.

From midday to dusk, the sky changed from bright white to orange-red, and finally sank into dark blue.

For as long as Liu Wenying went inside, everyone waited outside. They couldn't even eat the food the servants brought.

Suddenly, a loud cry broke the silence.

The door opened, and the midwife came out carrying the baby, a smile on her face: "Mother and child are safe! Mother and child are safe! It's a big, healthy boy!"

Everyone crowded around.

Luo Luo suddenly appeared out of nowhere, squeezed to the front, and jumped up and down shouting, "I have a brother now!"

The little girl tugged at her sleeve: "It's my little brother."

"If I say he's the older brother, then he's the older brother!"

"Your word doesn't count..."

The two children were still arguing when Wang Mama, who had come out with the midwife, picked them up one by one and carried them away, all the while reminding them to be good.

"Which of you is the child's father? Come and hug the baby."

Pei Zeyu stepped forward: "It's me..."

"Wenying and I have already gone through the wedding ceremony, so naturally it's me."

Xiao Yiheng interrupted him and reached out to take the child.

"The couple did not bow to each other, and the three rituals were not completed, so it doesn't count." Pei Zeyu pushed his hand away.

Pei Yaojun also stepped forward, showing off the item on his wrist, "Yingying gave me a token of love, but I am the one who gave her the token."

Xue Bi and Lu Ye exchanged a glance, about to speak as well.

Pei Dingxuan remained silent, but his steps were also moving forward.

The midwife was driven crazy by the noise. Seeing several hands reaching out, she had never seen anything like it before, so she quickly hugged the baby and shrank back.

She was just a midwife; she had no right to interfere in their family affairs.

If we can't find the father, can't we at least not find the mother?

She turned and walked into the house, saying, "I'll take the baby to his mother first!"

Inside, the room was brightly lit by candlelight.

Liu Wenying leaned weakly against the pillow, her hair soaked with sweat and clinging to her cheeks.

The midwife handed the swaddled baby to her, and she looked down at it.

A tiny, wrinkled little thing, its eyes not yet open, waving its little fists and crying loudly.

Luo Luo escaped from Granny Wang's clutches at some point.

She knelt beside the tatami mat and gently poked the baby's cheek: "He's so tiny."

The baby's face was so soft and tender, like freshly made tofu, that Luo Luo was afraid of poking it and ruining it.

"You were this small when you were born," Liu Wenying said softly, a weak smile appearing on her lips.

She looked up at everyone in the room and said, "Thank you all."

Wen Jingshu's eyes reddened. "No need to thank me, I'm just glad you're safe."

Liu Wenying nodded with difficulty, having no more strength to continue speaking.

Gradually, exhaustion crept in, and just before I drifted off to sleep, the door was pushed open, and it seemed that a large number of people had come in, crowding into the room.

"Wenying, you should rest well. We'll take care of everything else..."

I don't know whose voice it was, but it brought me a sense of peace and warmth.

After a child is born, choosing a name becomes one of the most important and top priorities.

Xiao Yiheng sat upright at the table. "Naming is a big deal. It needs to have profound meaning and be easy to pronounce."

Pei Zeyu looked at the child and smiled with relief:

"A virtuous gentleman is like jade being cut and polished, like stone being carved and refined. It would be better to use the word 'carving' to symbolize his future noble character, which will be shaped and refined by the world."

Pei Yaojun leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed. "That's too scholarly. A man's name should have strength and vigor. How about 'Xiao'? It means brave and good at fighting, protecting the country and the home."

Xiao Yiheng raised an eyebrow. "Does Young Master Pei intend for his child to follow in your footsteps and go to the battlefield in the future?"

"Why not? Chaos is about to break out, and men should take up their swords to defend their land."

"Holding a book is worse than holding a sword; one can also bring peace to the country by wielding a pen." Xue Bi came in from the outer room, still holding a book with a torn corner in his hand.

Seeing that he had also joined in the fun, Pei Zeyu chuckled and asked, "What name are you going to choose this time?"

Xue Bi choked on the book, "I...haven't decided yet."

Pei Dingxuan was the last to enter. He stood behind the group and said calmly, "Names don't have to be bound by cultural conventions. I think the character 'Yan' is good, signifying peace and tranquility throughout the land."

Pei Zeyu and Pei Yaojun said in unison, "You seem to be worrying too much."

After they finished speaking, the two looked at each other and then turned their faces away.

"How about Yanqing? She has the weight of an inkstone and the elegance of a gentleman."

"It's far too ordinary..."

For a moment, the room became a literary gathering.

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