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

The thin curtains hung down, blocking out the bright sunlight outside.

Liu Wenying slowly awoke, the lingering effects of last night's absurdity not yet completely dissipated, her limbs and bones feeling an indescribable weakness.

She tried to sit up, but was startled awake by the restraint on her wrist.

With the slightest movement, a crisp chain sound came from the direction of the bedpost.

What is this?!

Liu Wenying suddenly sat up, the brocade quilt slipped off, revealing her ankles, which were also bound.

The thin silver chains extended from the four corners of the bedposts, their length just right, allowing movement only within the four sides and preventing them from going down to the ground.

The chain was thin but very strong, and it jingled with every movement.

Last night's chaotic memories surged up, bringing scalding tears and a burning touch.

Liu Wenying suddenly wanted to laugh. He was indeed meticulous, even his choice to imprison her was so "considerate".

The door creaked open, and Zhu'er came in carrying the washing utensils. She lowered her eyes and placed the copper basin on the shelf.

"Madam is awake."

As Liu Wenying watched her approach, she noticed a faint red tooth mark on the back of her left hand, a mark she had made in a moment of panic the previous day.

"Pearl, I was wrong to you yesterday..."

Zhu'er paused in wringing out her handkerchief, then covered the back of her hand with her sleeve. "What are you saying, Madam? I'm fine."

A warm handkerchief was handed to her, but Liu Wenying neither took it nor cooperated.

"I really want to leave, Pearl, please help me?"

Pearl is her only breakthrough point at the moment.

But as soon as she finished speaking, Zhu'er shook her head, looking troubled, and said, "Madam, please don't make things difficult for me."

Liu Wenying's eyes narrowed slightly, and she immediately asked, "Did he threaten you? Don't be afraid, if that's the case, we can report it to the authorities."

Upon hearing this, Zhu'er's face turned even more bitter. "Madam, how could you forget? The Lord is the highest-ranking official in the Ministry of Justice..."

He controlled both the court and the prisons, and could overturn the laws of the land. She had nowhere to report to the authorities or seek justice.

Liu Wenying was stunned, and a sense of dejection washed over her.

She said no more and leaned against the bed.

After wiping her face, Zhu'er brought over some warm water. "Would you like some water, Madam?"

Liu Wenying's throat was indeed a little dry. "I'll drink it myself."

"Madam's hand is not in good condition. The master has instructed me to take good care of her."

"I said I'll do it myself."

Liu Wenying tried to reach out, but the object on her wrist prevented her from even taking the tea.

Finally, Liu Wenying gave up, closed her eyes, and let Zhu'er feed her water.

Around noon, the sun was rising higher.

Liu Wenying lay on the bed for half a day, staring at the embroidery on the top of the curtain, knowing every single stitch by heart.

Zhu'er came in again to change the tea. Liu Wenying said, "Please help me untie this, Zhu'er."

Zhu'er froze as she changed the tea, then shook her head and said, "The key isn't with me, I really can't do anything about it."

Liu Wenying turned over, her back to the outside room, and said nothing more.

After Pearl left the room, she immediately sat up and began to study how to unlock the chains.

She tried to tear off the tangled silk and pry open the clasps.

But the buckle was precise and secure, and no matter how she fumbled and tried, it didn't loosen at all.

Trying to bite the edge of the silk with your teeth, the silk was so supple that even after biting for a long time, only damp marks were left.

She tried to pull on the chain again, but it taut and the pillar creaked loudly, clearly too strong for her to break.

Liu Wenying sighed. Suddenly, footsteps came from outside, getting closer and closer.

She hurriedly turned over and lay down, pulled the quilt over her chest, and closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

The door was pushed open, and the person who entered stopped by the bedside, their gaze, seemingly tangible, falling on her tightly closed eyes.

Liu Wenying couldn't help but hold her breath.

The bed sank slightly as he sat down.

Liu Wenying could smell the fragrance of the perfume on him; it was Pei Dingxuan.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, but she forced herself to steady herself.

He probably just came to check on her, saw she was asleep, and would leave soon.

Thinking this, I felt his presence getting closer and closer.

Warm fingertips landed on her forehead, gently brushing away a stray strand of hair.

Then, following the contours of the cheek, slowly slide down.

Liu Wenying froze. The finger lingered on her cheek for a moment, then continued downwards, stroking her chin and landing on her neck.

Her fingers were slightly cool, and when they touched her collarbone, she couldn't help but tremble slightly, forced to reveal her weakness.

Liu Wenying opened her eyes and saw Pei Dingxuan looking down at her with a smile in his eyes.

"Well done, but your breathing is too erratic."

He knew all along that she was pretending to be asleep, and he saw through her little scheme, but he didn't point it out, letting her admit it on her own.

After being exposed, Liu Wenying didn't intend to pay attention to him, but then she saw Pei Dingxuan pick up a bowl of bird's nest porridge from the small table beside the bed.

He scooped up a spoonful, gently scraped off the excess soup from the edge of the bowl, and then blew on it.

Once the steam dissipated and the temperature was just right, I handed the porridge spoon to her lips.

"I heard from Zhu'er that you eat little breakfast. You have a body to take care of, so you shouldn't neglect it."

Liu Wenying looked at him with her clear, almond-shaped eyes, raised her bound wrists, and said, "Let me go."

Pei Dingxuan's eyes darkened, and he pushed the spoon forward further, "Eat something."

"Let me go."

"Let's finish this bite, then we'll talk..."

"I said! Let me go!"

Liu Wenying intended to brush away the porridge spoon he offered, but the chain hindered her movement, and when her elbow struck his wrist, she lost her aim.

The porcelain bowl slipped from Pei Dingxuan's hand, spilling the thick porridge. The bowl shattered on the ground, and most of the scalding porridge splashed onto the back of Pei Dingxuan's hand, with a small amount splashing onto the hem of his robe.

The billowing white mist clearly indicated the scorching temperature.

Pei Dingxuan took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped the porridge residue off the back of his hand, revealing his reddened skin.

A bitter feeling washed over Liu Wenying. She should feel good; he deserved it for imprisoning her.

But when his gaze fell upon the back of his scalded hand, his stomach churned again, and he had to dig his nails into his palm to suppress his inexplicable emotions with pain.

Liu Wenying turned her face away, no longer looking at his hand.

"This porridge isn't to your liking. I'll ask the kitchen to make something else."

Pei Dingxuan left silently, without a trace of rebuke or hostility.

However, he returned shortly afterward.

The tray in my hand was replaced with a refined lunch, a combination of meat and vegetables, and soups that were refreshing and easy on the stomach.

"Let's eat."

Liu Wenying turned her head away in resistance, her lips pressed tightly together, refusing to eat a single bite.

Pei Dingxuan put the tray down, and Liu Wenying felt a slight sense of relief, thinking that he had finally lost patience with the stalemate and was about to compromise and give up.

Unexpectedly, the light and shadow in front of them suddenly dimmed.

Pei Dingxuan pressed closer, his figure looming over her, completely enveloping her.

He didn't say anything, he just leaned over and braced himself on his hands beside her.

"What are you doing!" Liu Wenying was startled and shrank back, but there was a bedpost behind her, and she had nowhere to retreat.

"you……"

He cut off the speaker's voice, and Pei Dingxuan suddenly pressed down.

Liu Wenying lay down on the brocade quilt, his hand beside her ear.

She tilted her head, and he pinched her chin and turned her around, his tone as solemn as a strict teacher or father, each word slow and deliberate.

"Children who don't eat properly should be punished."

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