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

Before the confrontation, several passersby who were there for treatment began to whisper among themselves.

"Isn't that... someone from the Duke of Yu's mansion?"

"The Duke of Yu's mansion? Wasn't it destroyed long ago? How come it's here?" another person asked in confusion.

The person who spoke earlier lowered their voice: "You don't know? A few days ago, the people from the Duke of Yu's mansion were demoted to commoners by His Majesty and released from prison. Although they lost their titles, they are still alive."

The words were not spoken loudly, but they clearly reached the servant's ears.

His expression changed drastically as he re-examined Pei Zeyu and the others, his expression filled with surprise and uncertainty.

The Duke of Yu's Mansion? The Pei family, whose property was confiscated and who were imprisoned for treason?

The servant's mind raced. Although the Pei family had fallen, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. Moreover, he had heard that the Pei family members were all very capable, and that they had managed to keep their lives and families alive despite committing such crimes.

However, since I have been demoted to a commoner, I have no official position or post, so what is there to fear?

He composed himself, and his tone hardened again: "So it's the Pei family."

He scoffed and threw the silver on the ground.

"Get out of here! My master has already shown great kindness by compensating you for your medical expenses. What more do you want? Don't be so stubborn!"

After saying that, he turned to leave.

"Stop!" Liu Wenying shouted, grabbing his sleeve.

"Don't leave! You think you can just get away with hurting someone like this?"

The servant was pulled so hard he stumbled, and enraged, he flung her away, yelling, "Let go!"

Liu Wenying was pulled backward by his force and was about to fall when two hands reached out from behind her at the same time.

Pei Zeyu supported her left shoulder, and Pei Yaojun supported her right arm.

Once Liu Wenying had stopped, Pei Yaojun released his grip and stood between Liu Wenying and the servant.

Dressed in a dark red outfit and with a long sword at his waist, he exuded a formidable aura forged in the crucible of battle.

"You don't listen to her? What about me?"

The servant, intimidated by his imposing manner, took a half-step back: "You, you are...?"

"I am General Zhongwu. Go back and tell that man surnamed Zheng that if he doesn't come to apologize today, don't blame me for going to his residence, arresting him, and making him kowtow and beg for forgiveness."

The moment the words "General Zhongwu" were uttered, the servant's face turned deathly pale.

Who in the capital doesn't know General Pei Yaojun, the Loyal and Martial General? He is the adopted son of the Duke of Yu's family and has achieved numerous military exploits since joining the army.

When the Pei family fell from power, everyone in the court thought he would be implicated. But Xiao Chenlin did not touch him at all. Instead, he granted him a military post and even increased his fief.

Although he publicly severed ties with his family after being released from prison, this very fact made him even more vulnerable.

He avoids party strife and personal relationships, and even Xiao Chenlin has to show him respect.

Such a person, let alone a fifth-rank official, even a Grand Secretary would have to think twice.

The servant's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down, his voice trembling: "I... I'll go back and report right away..."

"Get lost," Pei Yaojun uttered a single word.

The servant scrambled away, forgetting to even pick up the silver on the ground.

Inside the clinic's private room, Wen Jingshu remained unconscious. Due to her injuries, she was unable to move and had to stay there for the time being.

Liu Wenying stood guard by the bedside, her mind uneasy.

Night fell heavily, and midnight had passed, but Zheng Tangli, who had injured people on horseback, had not yet appeared.

Pei Yaojun leaned against the window, looking at the night scene, and then at Liu Wenying.

"Take good care of her."

He didn't hide his whispering to Pei Zeyu from the others, and Pei Dingxuan, who was sitting not far away, also turned his attention to him.

"Where are you going?" Pei Dingxuan asked directly.

Liu Wenying also turned her head to look at Pei Yaojun's back.

"Let's go and demand justice."

After saying that, Pei Yaojun strode away, his figure elegant and dashing.

Liu Wenying was worried and was about to chase after him, but Pei Zeyu stopped her.

"He's no longer a three-year-old child; he knows his place. Let him go."

Zheng Mansion.

Zheng Tangli hosted a banquet for guests at his residence today, which lasted until late at night.

He had drunk quite a bit of wine at the banquet, and he staggered out of the main hall, followed by two servants.

One of them was the servant who had been cleaning up the aftermath at the clinic during the day.

"...Master, the Pei family members today are truly ungrateful. They are nothing but a bunch of down-on-their-luck youths, yet they dare to challenge us."

From the returning servant, he learned that the person injured by the startled horse was from the Pei family, and he also heard Pei Yaojun's words.

Make him kowtow and apologize? Dream on!

"A pack of stray dogs, daring to negotiate with me? If I weren't tied up here today, I'd make them regret it!"

Zheng Tangli was reinstated to his original position and became arrogant, naturally looking down on everything.

Even if the other party was once a not-so-troublesome little devil in the capital.

He really didn't believe that someone who had severed ties with their family and had no roots or support could do anything to him.

The autumn breeze was cool and refreshing, and Zheng Tangli waved his hand to dismiss the two servants so he could enjoy the breeze alone.

Suddenly, someone approached from behind.

"Who? Didn't I tell you all to get out... ugh!"

Before he could react, a rough burlap sack was placed over his head.

Suddenly everything went dark, my mouth and nose were blocked by cloth, and I could hardly breathe.

Immediately afterwards, a hail of fists rained down.

The punches were fierce and heavy, each one hitting a vital spot.

Zheng Tangli screamed repeatedly as he fell to the ground, the sack containing him rolling around.

He tried to call for help, but the sack was tightly bound, and his voice was muffled inside, unable to travel.

He tried to struggle, but the attacker was cunning and ruthless, his fists and feet striking hard, targeting his ribs, waist, abdomen, and the back of his legs—areas of greatest pain.

"Who?! How dare you... Ah!"

Another punch landed on Zheng Tangli's stomach, causing him to curl up like a shrimp in pain. He vomited up the food and bile on the table, and a sour and foul smell wafted from the sack.

The attackers remained silent; the only sounds were the whistling of fists and feet, the clashing of flesh and bone, and Zheng Tangli's increasingly faint cries of pain.

The beating lasted for more than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Finally, the attacker stepped on Zheng Tangli's right knee.

With a snap, Zheng Tangli let out a bloodcurdling scream and completely lost consciousness.

The attacker then stopped, the night wind lifting the hem of his scarlet robe.

Pei Yaojun lowered his eyes to look at the wriggling sack on the ground, his gaze as if he were looking at a dead object.

During the day, after Zheng Tangli's servant returned home, instead of apologizing to the clinic, he drank and made merry, and even mocked the Pei family after drinking.

Those words reached Pei Yaojun's ears without missing a single one.

If it were the old him, why would he have waited until nightfall?

As early as daytime, he would rush into the Zheng residence and, in front of all the servants, beat Zheng Tangli until he was bruised and battered.

At that time, he was young and impetuous, and relying on his family background, he never considered the consequences of his actions.

But now, he can't take action openly.

They had no choice but to wait until late at night and then come masked.

"Consider yourself lucky," Pei Yaojun said in a low voice.

If it were up to his usual temperament, Zheng Tangli would have died here tonight.

Breaking his leg and leaving him bedridden for three months is already too lenient a punishment.

Pei Yaojun turned back along the same route, without making a sound.

About fifteen minutes later, the servants on night patrol noticed that there was suddenly a sack in the yard.

The servants hurriedly cut open the sack, revealing Zheng Tangli inside, his face bruised and swollen, his right leg twisted and deformed.

"Doctor! Get a doctor quickly!"

"Young master, wake up!"

Chaos erupted inside the Zheng residence.

Meanwhile, in the clinic, Liu Wenying sat on the edge of the bed, holding Wen Jingshu's hand.

"Sister Wen, get well soon."

"When you're better, I'll take you back. The mountains behind the village are covered in maple leaves; they should be turning completely red by now."

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My darlings, I'm experiencing writer's block because the story is nearing its end, and I wanted to write a happy ending, so I'm a little stuck. But I'll finish it today.

Furthermore, a poll has been set up in the author's notes regarding the fate of the First Madam; everyone can cast their vote.

According to the author's original plan, the First Madam would pass away from illness, leaving behind Ye'er. However, due to being detained in the dark room, a lot of content had to be deleted and revised, some of which affected the main plot. So, since it's already been changed, why not change the First Madam's ending as well, so that she doesn't pass away from illness, but lives on and has her own life and world.

The author rarely changes the outline; decisions are made based on everyone's votes.

In short, the author leaves the fate of the First Madam to the readers.