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

The more Liu Wenying thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

The other party is a high-ranking official, powerful, wealthy, and handsome. Isn't it said that men in ancient times had three wives and four concubines?

Liu Wenying's mind was filled with all sorts of plots from palace intrigue novels. For example, she figured that her head injury wasn't an accident, but rather a setup.

"No, it's not what you think, Yingniang."

Pei Dingxuan spoke so solemnly and earnestly, as if he were making an oath.

"She's so easily teased," Liu Wenying waved her hand, "I was just kidding, don't take it to heart."

Liu Wenying suspected that she had gone too far.

People treat her well, feed her, and take walks with her, but she immediately accuses them of having mistresses and concubines.

I love you very much.

The sunlight fell on his face, illuminating the deep emotions surging in his eyes.

"And you, Yingniang? Do you love me?"

Liu Wenying was at a loss for words when he asked her those questions.

Xin Yue? She didn't even know who he was, so what was there to talk about Xin Yue?

But looking into his eyes, at the emotions that were almost overflowing within them, she just couldn't bring herself to say no.

She could only avoid his gaze, lower her head, and twirl the white chrysanthemum stem in her hand.

"I have amnesia, and I don't remember many things."

She spoke softly, her voice barely audible.

"You are still a stranger to me."

Pei Dingxuan remained silent; he was anxious.

Forgetting the past has its advantages and disadvantages; the disadvantage is now.

"It's alright, you've just recovered from your injury. Look at other things that can help you rest and recuperate."

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His tone returned to calm, but Liu Wenying could sense that the tense aura around him had not dissipated.

"Look at these chrysanthemums, they're a variety from the south, called Golden Robe." Pei Dingxuan changed the subject, pointing to a golden expanse in the distance.

Wenying looked in the direction he pointed. The petals were slender and silky, and looked like they were plated with gold in the sunlight. Dozens of flowers clustered together, just like a garment woven with gold thread.

"So beautiful," she exclaimed sincerely.

"If you like, have the gardener move more over tomorrow. There's still plenty of space in this yard; you can plant whatever you want."

Liu Wenying nodded, relieved. She was more than happy that he had taken the initiative to change the subject.

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at night.

The bathroom was filled with steam and the lingering scent of soap.

Liu Wenying emerged from behind the screen, wearing a loosely draped nightgown.

Her sash was tied in a loose knot, and her neckline was slightly open, revealing half of her slender collarbone.

As she walked, she dried her wet hair with a towel, water droplets dripping from the ends of her hair.

Just as I went around the screen, a warm body suddenly pressed against my back.

"Yingniang, I'll help you."

Pei Dingxuan's voice rang in my ears, as deep and resonant as the night outside the window.

Before she could react, he had already taken the dry towel from her hand and began to wipe her long hair naturally.

His fingers ran through her wet hair, occasionally brushing against her scalp, sending a slight shiver down her spine.

Liu Wenying stood frozen in place, her mind buzzing.

This bathhouse was just a side room separated by a screen, with a thin silk gauze screen separating it from the outside.

Although I couldn't see clearly what was happening while she was bathing, the candlelight cast her silhouette on the screen. Her movements—washing herself with water, getting up and dressing—were all clearly visible.

Didn't he go out on business? When did he come back?

If he had returned to the outer room earlier, wouldn't that have been...

A blush spread across Liu Wenying's face, all the way down to her neck.

She gripped the hem of her nightgown tightly, feeling somewhat uneasy.

"What's wrong?" Pei Dingxuan noticed her stiffness, stopped what he was doing, and looked down at her.

In the candlelight, her earlobes were as red as ripe cherries.

"N-nothing..."

Pei Dingxuan chuckled softly.

The laughter was so soft, like a feather brushing against my heart, tickling me.

He reached out and gently pinched her earlobe.

"Ah!" Liu Wenying shuddered as if a switch had been flipped, quickly covering her ears, taking two steps back, and looking at him warily.

Pei Dingxuan paused for a moment, then chuckled, "There are water droplets on your ears, let me wipe them off for you."

It turned out to be the case.

Liu Wenying breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt a little embarrassed for overreacting.

She let go of his hand, sat on the embroidered stool in front of the dressing table, and lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him.

Pei Dingxuan didn't say anything more and continued to dry her hair.

The room fell silent.

I rubbed my hair with a dry towel. The moisture gradually dissipated, and the autumn night breeze slipped in through the window cracks; it wasn't cold, just refreshing.

She looked up at the bronze mirror, where the two figures were reflected.

She sat on the embroidery stool, and he stood behind her, leaning slightly forward to carefully dry her hair.

His phoenix eyes were lowered, his long eyelashes fell down, his nose was straight, and his lips were pressed into a straight line. His expression was so serious that he seemed to be dealing with some important military or national affairs.

Her slender hands moved through her jet-black hair as Liu Wenying looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar hands in the mirror.

A scene suddenly flashed through my mind.

It was a night like this, with the same candlelight, and hands were wiping her hair.

Those hands were younger, but there was an old scar on the palm that ran across the entire hand, a flaw in a beautiful jade, making it look ferocious and terrifying.

The image flashed by in an instant.

Liu Wenying suddenly snapped out of her daze, her heart pounding wildly.

Are those the original memories of this body?

She subconsciously looked at Pei Dingxuan's hand.

He was wrapping the ends of her hair in a dry towel and gently wringing out the water droplets.

Those hands were clean and slender, with smooth palms and no scars.

Did she remember it wrong?

"Did you dry my hair before?"

Pei Dingxuan's hand paused slightly.

The jade comb hovered in mid-air, with a few strands of black hair still tangled between its teeth.

The candlelight flickered, casting dappled light and shadow on his face.

This was the first time he had ever dried her hair.

"Hmm," he responded softly, continuing to comb his hair with smooth, natural movements.

"We are husband and wife, and it's perfectly normal for us to dry each other's hair."

Liu Wenying said "Oh," and a thought popped into her mind.

He has emphasized "we are husband and wife" several times today.

At breakfast, in the garden, and now again.

It was as if he was afraid she would forget, or as if he was reminding himself.

Her hair was finally dried and combed, jet black as satin, and draped over her shoulders.

Pei Dingxuan put down the jade comb and straightened up.

"I'm going to take a shower," he said.

Liu Wenying thought he was going to call someone to fetch water again, and was about to call Zhu'er when she saw him walk straight to the screen and begin to loosen his belt.

The belt of the dark brocade robe was untied, and the outer robe slipped down, revealing the snow-white inner garment underneath.

The ties of her inner garment were also torn open, and the fabric slid down her shoulder line.

Liu Wenying's eyes widened as the man's body was fully exposed before her.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, straight collarbones, and full but not exaggerated pectoral muscles, like two rocks polished by flowing water, with smooth lines and distinct contours.

It's not thin muscle, but it's not overly bulging either, maintaining just the right amount of beauty.

Liu Wenying's eyes did not blink.

"Why not watch it?" she comforted herself. After all, he was her husband in name only, legally, and watching it wouldn't break the law.

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