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

Liu Wenying rushed towards Lu Ye.

Seeing his bloodied appearance, with broken arrows stuck in his back, I felt an unbearable heartache.

"First, lay him flat and don't move him anymore to prevent excessive bleeding," Liu Wenying said calmly, barely suppressing her shock.

The more critical the moment, the less you should panic.

The group took Lu Ye to the nearby elegant room and placed him on the bed.

Xue Bi moved the lit candlestick over, and Liu Wenying finally saw his face clearly.

He had abrasions on his face and a deep, bone-revealing knife wound on the left side of his chest, which entered through his shoulder blade and protruded through his chest.

There was also a feathered arrow on his left shoulder, trembling with his faint breathing.

Even as life slipped away, he clung tightly to the object in his hand, refusing to let go even when he was unconscious.

Xiao Yiheng tried to take it off, but it wouldn't budge no matter how many times he tried.

Pei Dingxuan also stepped forward to help, and the two of them used a lot of effort to take the cloth out of his hands.

It was indeed cloth they made. Although it was stained with blood and was torn, the writing and personal seals on it were still there.

Xiao Yiheng breathed a sigh of relief.

But what's more urgent right now is Lu Ye's injury.

"We can't call a doctor. The commotion tonight is too great. Xiao Chenlin will definitely send people to search for us. If we call a doctor, we'll be exposed, and then all our efforts will be in vain."

Pei Dingxuan spoke in a deep voice.

Liu Wenying calmed herself down. "There are still quite a few medicinal herbs in the estate. I've prepared them all in case of emergency."

Pei Yaojun also said, "I've been to the Northern Frontier and have treated this kind of injury before. The stronger the liquor, the better, and the better, bring it here as soon as possible."

Before Liu Wenying could think further, she was about to leave when Pei Zeyu stopped her and told her to go instead.

The items were quickly retrieved, and the men held Lu Ye down. Pei Yaojun suddenly pulled the arrow out of his left shoulder.

"Uh!" Lu Ye jumped up.

But it didn't end there. Pei Yaojun poured strong liquor on his wound, and the excruciating pain overwhelmed him. Lu Ye seemed to be awakened by the pain and suddenly opened his eyes.

But his dark gold pupils were unfocused, opening briefly before closing again, and his arms instinctively struggled.

Despite the possibility of him hurting her, Liu Wenying held his hand.

"Lu Ye, it's alright, it's all over now..."

Her voice was still trembling, but she tried to soften it.

Lu Ye seemed to have really heard it, and his struggling movements gradually stopped, and his tense body relaxed little by little.

Pei Yaojun took the opportunity to continue cleaning the wound, repeatedly rinsing it with strong liquor and applying wound medicine. Lu Ye trembled all over in pain, cold sweat pouring down his face.

He stopped struggling, gritted his teeth, and let out a painful groan.

Liu Wenying was held tightly by him, like someone who had been walking in darkness for a long time and finally grasped the light of dawn.

Until all his wounds were treated and bandaged, his hand, which had been tightly clasped with Liu Wenying's, was lost and slowly fell to the ground.

Liu Wenying placed his hand by her side before standing up and looking at Pei Dingxuan and Pei Yaojun.

They also had injuries, but their condition was much better than Lu Ye's; they had all been simply bandaged.

"What happened?" Liu Wenying finally couldn't help but ask.

"Xiao Chenlin led the Imperial Guards to besiege Lu Ye, but he risked his life to break through..."

Pei Dingxuan briefly recounted the situation at the time, explaining that in order to prevent the cunning and suspicious Xiao Chenlin from discovering them, they waited for each other three miles away from the temple.

The Imperial Guards were quite a force to be reckoned with; by the time they noticed, Lu Ye had already engaged them in battle.

They spoke simply, but Liu Wenying could imagine the danger at the time.

Xiao Chenlin had set up a trap, his aim being to take the lives of those who came.

They had calculated everything except that Xiao Chenlin had ulterior motives from the very beginning and had set up a deadly trap.

Liu Wenying turned her gaze and saw Lu Ye lying there, his lips drained of color. Even in his unconscious state, his jaw was still clenched, and he was still fighting in his dreams.

"It's my fault." Pei Yaojun lowered his eyes, not daring to look at her.

"I came up with the idea, and I was the one who went to provide the backup. If anything happens to Lu Ye, I will be held responsible."

Liu Wenying shook her head, "It's not Third Master's fault, Xiao Chenlin is just that kind of cunning person."

To seize the throne, he was willing to kill his father and brother; to consolidate his power, he was willing to cede territory for personal gain.

Why would someone like that care about a piece of paper?

Xiao Yiheng nodded: "Wenying is right. It's no use blaming ourselves now. Lu Ye will be lucky and everything will be alright."

Pei Zeyu put his arm around her shoulder. "It's getting late. You should go back and rest. We'll keep watch here."

"No, I won't be able to sleep if I go back. At least I feel much more at ease here," Liu Wenying shook her head.

They knew her nature; she had only compromised when she was forced to in the Duke's mansion, but her true nature had never changed.

Once a decision is made, no one can dissuade them.

In the end, he couldn't persuade her otherwise. Rather than wasting time with her here, he decided to let her stay and keep watch, which would put her at ease.

Pei Dingxuan advised, "Alright, if you insist on doing this, then stay and guard it, just don't overwork yourself."

"Yes, I will."

Pei Dingxuan and Pei Yaojun also left the place and returned to their own rooms.

The first night was especially dangerous. Liu Wenying had to observe Lu Ye's condition every few cups of tea, touching his forehead to see if he was feverish.

Liu Wenying barely slept all night, even though Xue Bi and the others said they would keep an eye on her.

The candle burned out without anyone noticing, and the sky outside the window turned a pale white, the light dim and hazy.

Lu Ye felt as if he were immersed in boundless coldness and desolation, and it took a lot of effort to open his heavy eyelids, which felt like blocks of iron, a crack.

The first thing I saw was the blurry top of the tent and the graceful figure sitting on the edge of the bed.

Liu Wenying propped her head up, a few strands of hair falling from her temples, her eyelashes closed, casting a small fan-shaped shadow.

She was exhausted. She waited anxiously for half the night, and even when the person finally arrived, she still couldn't relax.

After a sleepless night, I finally couldn't hold on any longer as dawn broke and closed my eyes for a short rest.

Lu Ye reached out and tried to brush away the stray hairs that had fallen.

But as soon as he moved, he realized that her palm was still covering the back of his hand, fair, soft, and warm.

Liu Wenying wasn't sleeping soundly; the movement in her palm woke her up.

The moment she opened her eyes, she met Lu Ye's gaze, and her heart pounded. "Lu Ye! You're awake."

Lu Ye moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but found his throat was extremely dry.

Xue Bi also came over from the outer room, felt his forehead, and said, "Very good, no fever, and the wound has stopped bleeding."

He breathed a sigh of relief. "You're really lucky. If that knife had been half an inch off, it would have pierced your heart."

"Is the silk scroll still there?"

The first thing Lu Ye said when he woke up wasn't about his injuries; he was more worried about the evidence.

Liu Wenying sniffed. "It's still here. You brought it back safe and sound. Lu Ye, you're amazing."

Lu Ye also smiled, a look of relief on his face, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

He did not let her down; he did it.

Hearing that his voice was so hoarse, Liu Wenying quickly went to the table to pour him some water.

She tested the temperature; the water in the teapot was lukewarm.

Lu Ye tried to sit up and drink it himself, but as soon as he moved, a sharp pain shot through his wound.

"Don't move, I'll feed you."

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