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

As soon as Zhu'er's footsteps disappeared under the eaves, Liu Wenying immediately put down her comb.

The morning mist outside hadn't yet dissipated; it was the perfect time.

We didn't choose to leave late at night because we were afraid of getting lost in the wilderness.

These days, during the day, following the familiar direction will always lead to the capital.

She was going to the capital, to the Duke of Yu's mansion, to unravel the mystery of her dream and find out the truth.

As for Pei Dingxuan... he left in such a hurry yesterday, he may not come today.

There couldn't be a better opportunity.

Liu Wenying crouched down, passed through the moon gate, and finally arrived at the main gate.

She held her breath and was about to open the door and walk out.

"Madam! You cannot go out!"

Zhu'er ran out from the side. It turned out that she had gone to the kitchen to ask the cook to buy something. When she returned to the house, she found that Liu Wenying was not there, so she chased after her.

"The master instructed you not to go out!"

Pearl grabbed her sleeve.

"Let me go!" Liu Wenying struggled to break free but couldn't. With a determined heart, she lowered her head and bit Zhu'er's hand.

Pearl, in pain, let go.

In that instant, Liu Wenying rushed out the door and ran outside.

The morning mist was thick, and the grass and trees were all damp.

Liu Wenying's lungs were burning from running, but the sound of galloping hooves came from behind her.

A rider galloped through the morning mist, his black robes fluttering in the wind, his features cold and stern—it was Pei Dingxuan.

Why did he come?

The horse's hooves stopped just in front of her. Pei Dingxuan dismounted and questioned her in a deep voice.

Where are you going?

Liu Wenying stepped back, "It's none of your business."

Pei Dingxuan stepped forward, grasped her wrist, and said, "Yingniang, stop making a scene and come back with me."

"I'm not making a scene!"

Liu Wenying looked up, tears welling in her eyes. "Pei Dingxuan, tell me, who am I?"

The morning breeze dispersed the fog, making her bewildered and questioning face clear.

"You are my wife."

"Wife? But Cuihua told me that I was just a wet nurse in the Duke of Yu's mansion."

"And the changes in my body, the sick child you mentioned, everything is very abnormal, and you've been hiding it from me."

Pei Dingxuan's breath hitched, and he was suddenly struck by a sense of helplessness and despair.

"The life you've given me is certainly good—luxurious food, fine clothes, and servants all around—but I don't want to live a muddled life, I don't want to be locked up like a fool by you!"

Liu Wenying broke free from his hand and turned to leave.

In the instant they brushed past each other, Pei Dingxuan suddenly reached out and swept her up in his arms.

"Let me go!" Liu Wenying struggled, her fists landing on his shoulders and chest, but he seemed not to feel the pain and pulled her onto the horse.

The two returned to Peach Blossom Village. When Zhu'er saw Pei Dingxuan return, she was so surprised that she knelt down and kowtowed.

Pei Dingxuan didn't even look at her, walked straight through the courtyard, entered the main room, and placed Liu Wenying on the bed.

The brocade quilt was soft, yet she felt as if she had fallen into a thicket of thorns.

He said to Pearl, who followed him in, "Keep an eye on her. If she takes another step out of the room, you don't need to stay any longer."

Pearl shuddered. "This servant will remember!"

The door closed, the lock clicking crisply.

Liu Wenying propped herself up. Pei Dingxuan approached against the light, step by step, his eyes churning with emotions as deep as an abyss.

He stopped when he reached the bedside and bent down to approach.

Liu Wenying was so frightened that she closed her eyes.

She thought he would hit her and punish her for running away in a cruel way, just like how the powerful and wealthy in the stories treat those who disobey when they are angered.

Liu Wenying's eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings in the rain.

The expected pain did not come.

Only warm liquid, one drop, two drops, fell on her cheeks.

Liu Wenying opened her eyes nervously and froze for a moment.

The morning light slanted in through the window. Pei Dingxuan knelt on the edge of the bed, his hands supporting him on either side of her, his head bowed.

He has always been calm, composed, patient, and restrained. He has never lost his composure in the slightest during the storms of his life. Now, he has shed all pretense.

His deep, cold phoenix eyes were filled with pain and fear.

Tears rolled down his cheeks, landing on her face and then sliding into her hair.

His crying was restrained and silent, yet it was heart-wrenching.

His Adam's apple bobbed, as if he were swallowing something extremely bitter.

Tears welled up uncontrollably, soaking her thick eyelashes and falling drop by drop.

Liu Wenying had never seen Pei Dingxuan like this before.

Even in the fragments of her memory, he was like an insurmountable snow-capped mountain.

Now, the snow-capped mountain is collapsing before her eyes.

"I've tried so many methods, but I still couldn't keep you?"

He looked up, tears streaming down his face. "Yingniang, tell me, what else should I do?"

The overwhelming sorrow in her eyes made Liu Wenying's heart clench.

Countless sorrows, the unfulfilled desires, reside deep within the heart, transforming into silent tears.

He was both extremely patient and extremely mad.

He never bowed his head, never showed weakness, yet he crumbled completely in front of her.

A dense, dull pain spread through Liu Wenying's heart, and the fear from before vanished completely, leaving only a strange bitterness and panic, and a throbbing pain in her chest.

"I was wrong. At first, I misunderstood and thought you were deliberately seducing other people, which made me resentful."

It was my stubborn refusal to admit that I had already fallen for you; my pride wouldn't allow me to bow my head or show weakness, and little by little, I pushed you away.

His eyelashes were wet and stuck together, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Only when you really didn't want me anymore did I realize how hard it was to accept. This place is... empty."

He pressed her hand against his chest, as if he wanted her to touch his broken heart with her own hands.

"Yingniang, please give me another chance?"

He leaned in, getting closer and closer, his eyes filled with a desperate, almost obsessive longing that held her captive.

The gentle yet humble plea, wrapped in a deep obsession, struck Liu Wenying's heart.

As she listened to his belated confession, long-buried memories suddenly surged within her.

Countless shattered lights and shadows collided with divine sense, as if some kind of constraint was breaking down layer by layer, about to emerge from its cocoon.

All the past loves, hates, misunderstandings, and entanglements are about to be revealed.

She was just a little short of remembering everything.

But just as the memory was about to return, a sudden warmth touched her lips.

Pei Dingxuan kissed him.

The salty taste of tears.

Liu Wenying suddenly opened her eyes wide and instinctively struggled, pushing him away with both hands against his chest.

His arms were like iron hoops, holding her firmly in his embrace.

"Um... let go..."

The words she was about to say were swallowed up. She bit him, biting his lower lip with all her might, the taste of blood spreading between her lips and teeth.

Pei Dingxuan groaned, but instead of pulling away, he kissed her even deeper.

Blood mixed with tears, salty and sticky.

His kisses were haphazard, driven by an almost frenzied possessiveness.

Liu Wenying initially pushed and hit him, her fingernails scratching the skin on the side of his neck.

But gradually, his strength was drained, his breath was stolen, and chaos once again swept over his consciousness.

Pei Dingxuan's kiss moved from her lips to her neck, leaving a bloodstained lip print on her collarbone, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow.

He kissed her as he said in a hoarse voice, "Give me another chance, Yingniang, just one more time..."

The bed curtains had been torn in half at some point, and the curtains hung down, blocking out the light of the world and also blocking out all right and wrong.

The brocade quilt was disheveled, and the blue dress and black outer robe were tangled together.

I was consumed by this obsession day and night, unable to control my emotions, and my obsession took root in my bones.

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The storyline between the old man and Yingying was rather bittersweet before it was fully developed, given the tone set by the original setting.