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

Time flies, the summer heat gradually fades, and autumn arrives in the blink of an eye.

Liu Wenying continued to manage the estate as usual, welcoming and seeing off guests at the shops in the capital.

Only occasionally, when the night was quiet, would she eagerly open the letters sent from Qingzhou, reading each word carefully to confirm that he was well.

She admitted that she did miss him.

The days drifted by until late autumn.

In the evening, Liu Wenying returned from the capital. As soon as she stepped into the house, her eyes lit up.

There was a pot of chrysanthemums on the table, but it was a very rare variety.

The petals are layered upon layered, as white as snow.

The center of the flower is a pale yellow, shaped like a phoenix crown, with an elegant posture.

She recognized the flower; it was the Yaotai Yufeng, a famous variety of chrysanthemum, extremely difficult to cultivate and rarely seen even in the capital.

"Ling'er?"

Liu Wenying called out, wanting to ask where the flower came from.

Just as he turned halfway around, his gaze was suddenly drawn to a handsome figure he had been longing for.

The shadows of the trees outside swayed, and Pei Dingxuan stood among them.

He had been away from the capital for several months, dressed in a black brocade robe with the hem of the robe trailing behind mountains and rivers, and covered with a gray-blue cloak. He was covered in dust and grime, but it could not hide his clear and bright appearance.

"Pei Dingxuan! You're back!"

Liu Wenying called out in a clear voice, lifted her skirt, and ran towards him.

Pei Dingxuan stretched out his long arms and steadily caught the delicate figure who rushed into his arms.

The long-awaited embrace felt comforting and reassuring, dispelling the emptiness of months of separation.

Pei Dingxuan held her tightly to his chest, all the longing he had accumulated over the past few months surging up within him.

When two people are reunited after a long separation, the pain of longing is the hardest to bear.

He desperately wanted to kiss her, to be close to her, to ease the longing and yearning he felt day and night.

But thinking about how dusty and dirty I was from my journey, I suppressed the surging emotions in my heart and restrained my restlessness.

Pei Dingxuan cupped her face in his right hand and examined it closely.

"Her face has become rounder; I've taken good care of myself while I was away."

His words dispelled any remaining tears that Liu Wenying had been holding back.

She glared at him and reached out to pinch his waist: "You're the one who's gotten rounder!"

Pei Dingxuan laughed and dodged, then buried his face in the crook of her neck and took a deep breath.

"Yingniang, I miss you."

Liu Wenying's nose tingled, and she wrapped her arms around his waist: "I missed you too."

Thinking of the letter he wrote before he left, and the scene on the eve of his departure.

Liu Wenying scolded, "You still dare to mention missing me! That night you...you went too far."

Her eyes glistened with tears, and her cheeks flushed. Pei Dingxuan knew she was truly embarrassed.

He held her hand, his thumb gently stroking the back of it. "I was reckless that night. What will it take for Yingniang to forgive me?"

Unable to pull her hand away, Liu Wenying simply let him hold it, turning her face away and saying, "You'll agree to anything I say?"

"nature."

Liu Wenying turned back, a sly glint in her eyes, "Really?"

Pei Dingxuan nodded, his expression serious.

"Well... let's go inside."

The two entered the house hand in hand. The Jade Phoenix on the table was in full bloom, its petals pure white, layered like jade carvings.

"By the way, did you send these flowers over?" Liu Wenying asked, holding up the flowerpot.

She had just seen the flowers when he returned. What a coincidence!

Pei Dingxuan frankly admitted, "Yes, I heard you mention the rarity of the Jade Phoenix of Yaotai before. I happened to be in Qingzhou, so I sent someone to find one."

Liu Wenying picked it up and examined it closely, her fingertips touching the tips of the petals.

"This flower is very delicate. Too much water will easily cause root rot, and too much sunlight will easily scorch the leaves. I can't grow it well."

"You don't need to trouble yourself. I've already consulted the gardener, and I'll take care of it when I'm off duty. You just need to enjoy the flowers."

Liu Wenying looked at him, her lips curving into a smile.

"To be so kind to me? If people knew that the Duke of Yu of the Great Wei, who is also the Minister of Justice, comes to my little courtyard every day to prune and trim the branches, wouldn't that be a waste of his talent?"

Pei Dingxuan chuckled softly and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"Yingniang, I am a human being, made of flesh and blood, with a heart and feelings, and with preferences."

His favorite is her, and his favorite thing is that he is willing to take care of all the trivialities of life for her.

A simple sentence, yet it touches the heart.

Liu Wenying suddenly reached out and grabbed his collar, pulling it down forcefully.

Pei Dingxuan obediently leaned down, and the two touched nose to nose.

"Do you still stand by what you just promised me?"

Pei Dingxuan gazed into her eyes, which were so close to his own, and said, "It counts."

Liu Wenying loosened his collar and then stroked his cheek. "Then let's do it today, tonight I'll make you keep your word."

Pei Dingxuan chuckled and nodded, "Alright, I'll listen to Yingniang."

He knew what was going on; he considered it all a consequence of what happened that night.

She probably wanted to retaliate against him for all the methods he had used, to punish him a little, and to throw a tantrum and act spoiled.

But he never expected that tonight's events would far exceed all his expectations.

As night deepened, dark clouds piled up from the horizon, swallowing the moonlight—a harbinger of impending rain.

"Yingniang...does it really have to be this way?"

It was still that familiar armchair, but the tables had turned, and now Pei Dingxuan was sitting in it.

Liu Wenying was bending over tying a knot when she heard this, and tightened her fingers to make the last knot tight.

"You promised me yourself, the dignified Duke of Yu, are you really going to go back on your word?"

Pei Dingxuan did feel some regret, especially since his view of the camera had been taken away.

He used to be in a superior position, in complete control, but now that the roles have been reversed, he has completely lost all initiative.

The dimness shattered his composure, but he knew her nature; she was merely using this as an opportunity for revenge and would never truly harm him.

Thinking this, his tense body gradually relaxed, allowing her to do as she pleased.

But that relaxation lasted only a moment.

She untied and pulled out the belt around his waist, making his waist feel lighter.

The jade belt fell to the ground with a thud, and his dignified composure was in jeopardy.

"Yingniang..."

Liu Wenying ignored her and took out a specially made quill pen with fine, soft bristles.

The pen tip landed on his collarbone, then wandered, tracing the contours of his pectoral muscles, circling above his heart.

Pei Dingxuan's breathing grew heavier, and he felt a faint sense of anticipation, hoping that the feather would move to where it was meant to go.

But it wouldn't have it; the quill moved along his sternum, brushed past his Adam's apple, grazed his jaw, and finally crawled into his ear.

Pei Dingxuan tried to turn his head to dodge, but the angle of his head was limited.

He could only futilely grip the handrail, squeezing until the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

"Yingniang, take it away..."

Liu Wenying remained silent, and then probed further into her ear.

Pei Dingxuan couldn't help but struggle, and the chair legs scraped against the ground with a screeching sound.

He was breathing heavily and pleaded, "I give up, please untie me?"

His answer was the sudden sound of rain outside the window, drop by drop, but soon it joined together and poured down.

As the rain intensified, she picked up her pen and began to sketch the tip of his nose and the peaks of his lips.

He was very uncomfortable at first, and then I left just when he was about to get used to it.

Pei Dingxuan's whole body tensed up, sweat seeping from his forehead, sliding down his temples, and disappearing into his temples.

He tilted his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing incessantly, and the black blindfold was soaked with sweat, its color deepening.

He knew she was doing it on purpose, deliberately making him unable to have what he wanted, tormenting him to the point of madness by her endless, subtle teasing.

Just like the night before he left, he "interrogated" her again and again, but refused to give her a clear answer.

"Yingniang, spare me..."

The rain intensified, and Liu Wenying chuckled softly before finally bringing her quill pen to the ground.

In a flash, Pei Dingxuan's body arched upwards, but was pulled back by the silk ribbon.

He was breathing heavily, and sweat was pouring down his face.

The pen finally left.

"Click," the pen was placed on the table, followed by the rustling of fabric. She must have been sitting opposite him. Then came the sound of pages turning.

She was still there, looking extremely disheveled, yet she actually started reading a book.

Pei Dingxuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed. He really didn't know what to do.

"Untie me, Yingniang."

The sound of turning pages stopped for a moment, and Liu Wenying's voice was languid, "No, Lord Pei, please sit a while longer. I'm currently reading an important part of this page."

The rain pattered outside the window; Pei Dingxuan closed his eyes, his vision shrouded in darkness.

The fire was still burning fiercely, and instead of being quelled by her indifference, it burned even more intensely.

He twisted his wrist in the ribbon, testing the tightness of the knot.

She had tied it very tightly, but when she struggled just now, the knot seemed to have loosened a little.

Liu Wenying was looking at her book when she noticed something. She looked up at him and said:

"Don't waste your energy, I tied two knots that are impossible to untie..."

With a "rip," the ribbon was torn to shreds and snapped.

Liu Wenying was so startled that she stood up, dropping the book to the ground.

Pei Dingxuan ripped off the black blindfold, the candlelight making him squint and his eyes redden.

He also stood up, the broken ribbon still wrapped around his wrist.

Liu Wenying involuntarily stepped back, "You, how could you...?"

Pei Dingxuan remained silent, but approached step by step.

Liu Wenying retreated to the edge of the bed, bumped her calf, and fell down.

He leaned over and braced himself on either side of her, completely enveloping her in shadow.

"Had enough fun? Now it's my turn."

Pei Dingxuan kissed her deeply. Liu Wenying sobbed and tried to dodge, but he grabbed her hand and pressed it above her head.

The sound of rain outside the window was deafening. Liu Wenying's eyes were wet, and her fingernails dug into his flesh.

"Pei Dingxuan, you bastard..."

Pei Dingxuan chuckled softly, "Likewise."

After an unknown amount of time, the rain gradually subsided, changing from a downpour to a drizzle.

The heavy dark clouds receded, and the clear moonlight broke through them.

After the clouds disperse, the moon will shine brightly.

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