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

"Is Madam awake?"

A soft voice came from outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, a maid with her hair in two buns pushed open the door and entered. She was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with delicate features, and was carrying a copper basin in her hand.

"Pearl will help you with your washing and grooming."

The maidservant curtsied gracefully and naturally.

Liu Wenying opened her mouth, her throat dry: "What...did you call me?"

"Madam."

Pearl looked up, her eyes filled with concern.

"What's wrong? Is your head injury still bothering you?"

"Madam? Whose madam am I? And what happened to the head injury?" Liu Wenying murmured repeatedly, her mind in turmoil.

She has no memory of the original owner.

Zhu'er paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Of course you are Lord Pei's wife. The injury on your head is because you accidentally fell and bumped your head a while ago."

"Madam, is your head still bothering you? Should we call the doctor to take another look?"

"No, no need."

Lady Pei's wife, Liu Wenying silently processed the information, confirming that she had indeed transmigrated and become a married woman.

"I'm really married?" Liu Wenying heard her own dry voice.

She's busy with work these days, and all her relationships have ended without a lasting commitment.

How come I'm already married when I transmigrated?

Pearl nodded, placed the copper basin on the shelf, wrung out a hot towel, and handed it over.

"Yes, it's been almost a year since you married our master. He treats you so well; everyone in the manor envies you."

Liu Wenying took the towel and mechanically wiped her face.

The warm touch brought her to her senses slightly.

After calming down, Liu Wenying began to ask questions.

"What dynasty is it now? Who is the emperor?"

"The Great Wei Dynasty, His Majesty has just ascended the throne, and his reign title is Qisheng."

As Zhu'er combed her hair, she replied, "How could Madam have forgotten even this?"

Liu Wenying said guiltily, "Cough, didn't you also say that I have a head injury? I seem to have many things that I can't remember clearly."

Zhu'er nodded, "This servant understands. The doctor also said that the lady's injury does indeed affect her memory."

They managed to fool me so easily.

Liu Wenying then asked, "What's my husband's name? What does he do?"

"Your name is Dingxuan, Pei Dingxuan. You currently serve in the Ministry of Justice as a second-rank minister."

Pearl spoke with pride, “Your Excellency is both learned and skilled in martial arts; there’s no one else like you in the entire capital.”

She doesn't sound old.

Liu Wenying breathed a slight sigh of relief, then asked, "And what about me? What does my family do? How did I get married into this family?"

Pearl paused for a moment.

"I don't know much about Madam's family background. Although I am Madam's personal maid, I was only transferred here to serve you after you married into the household."

Pearl was a little nervous, as if afraid of saying the wrong thing.

Liu Wenying assumed that the original owner of the body knew very little about her family and did not ask any further questions.

Fearing that Liu Wenying would delve deeper, Zhu'er quickly said, "This servant only knows that you and the master are friends who have gone through thick and thin together. The master is a man of great loyalty and righteousness, and he married you regardless of social status."

Disregarding social status, forging friendships in adversity—it sounds like there's a story behind it.

Furthermore, the original owner's family background was not high, and was even considered low.

Otherwise, Pearl wouldn't have used the phrase "disregarding social class".

Liu Wenying was about to ask another question when she suddenly realized something and turned to stare at Zhu'er: "Don't you find it strange that I asked this?"

It's normal for someone with memory loss to ask these questions.

But isn't it a bit too practiced for a maid to answer so fluently and in such detail?

Pearl was stunned.

She put down the comb, took two steps back, and lowered her eyelashes.

"The doctor said that the lady may have some memory loss after she wakes up. The master also instructed me to take good care of her and answer any questions you may have so as not to startle you."

"I see," Liu Wenying thought, her doubts lessened slightly, but something still felt off.

But she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong.

"Is Madam hungry?" Zhu'er changed the subject. "The kitchen has prepared breakfast. I'll go and serve it to her right away."

Breakfast was served quickly.

A round table was set with seven or eight small dishes.

Crystal shrimp dumplings, crab roe soup dumplings, osmanthus-flavored lotus root, jadeite shumai, bird's nest porridge, several delicate side dishes, and a plate of freshly baked rose pastries.

Each dish was a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate, and was presented with exquisite beauty.

Looking at the dishes on the table, Liu Wenying was secretly amazed.

Just what kind of family is the Pei family? If their breakfast is this lavish, what must their lunch and dinner be like?

She picked up her chopsticks and took out a shrimp dumpling.

The skin was thin and the filling was generous; the shrimp meat was fresh, sweet, and bouncy—it was so delicious that she almost bit her tongue.

She was making plans as she ate.

Although she transmigrated into the body of a married woman, according to Zhu'er's description, this Lord Pei was not old, held a high official position, and came from a prominent family.

If the person is decent-looking and has a good personality, then the marriage isn't too bad.

She had just transmigrated here, and the road ahead was uncertain. If she could find a big tree to shelter under, it wouldn't be a bad choice.

It's not too late to slip away once you've become more familiar with the world situation.

But what if, what if the other party is a decrepit old man?

After all, the Minister of Justice is a high-ranking official.

What if the other party has a violent temper? Or has multiple wives and concubines?

Liu Wenying bit into the soup dumpling, the juice bursting in her mouth, filling it with a fresh and fragrant aroma.

If it really doesn't work out, then get a divorce.

She has the mind of a modern person; she might not have great ambitions, but she always manages to survive.

Just then, the door creaked open.

Zhu'er immediately curtsied: "Lord Pei."

Liu Wenying raised her head.

A man stood in the doorway against the light.

The dark brocade robe, edged with silver thread, flowed subtly in the morning light.

He wore a black jade belt around his waist, adorned with ice jade pendants. He was very tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and stood there like a steady pine tree.

He walked in, and the light illuminated his face.

It was an extremely beautiful face.

Her skin was pale and cool, and her brow bones were high, which made her eyes appear deep-set.

His nose was straight and sharp, and his lips were thin and well-defined.

What's most special are his eyes—phoenix eyes with slightly upturned corners. They should have looked sharp, but because of their deep, dark color, they instead exuded a sense of restrained composure.

He doesn't have the naivety of a young person, but rather a calm and composed demeanor that comes with the passage of time.

Like distant mountains, gentle yet majestic; like a cold river, clear and deep.

Liu Wenying was stunned.

In her imagination, the Minister of Justice should be a rigid and serious official, or at the very least, an ordinary man with average looks.

But the person before me...

"Yingniang, you're awake?" The voice was deep and resonant, like a fine vintage wine.

He walked to the table and naturally sat down next to her.

Zhu'er immediately added a bowl and chopsticks and poured tea.

"I... I heard from Pearl that I hit my head, and now I can't remember many things."

Pei Dingxuan nodded without asking further questions. "The doctor said it might have some impact, but it's nothing serious. As long as you're healthy, everything will be fine."

He placed a piece of sweet osmanthus lotus root on her plate: "You like it, want to try some?"

The candied lotus root is crystal clear, with extremely long sugar strands, just like the tangled mess in Liu Wenying's heart.

Seeing that she hadn't touched her chopsticks, Pei Dingxuan moved even closer.

"Then try this."

He scooped up a spoonful of bird's nest porridge, blew on it gently, and brought it to her lips.

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