Chapter 8: The Poisonous Wet Nurse

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Meng Jiaoyue opened her eyes to see the intricately carved beams of the room’s ceiling. Looking around, she found herself surrounded by exquisite and luxurious furniture.

Wait, isn’t this the room where she was born?

She was lying in a cradle, which she guessed was made of sandalwood, as a faint, pleasant scent of sandalwood filled the air.

The cradle was placed right beside her mother’s bed. Her mother, deeply asleep, lay on a large bed also made of sandalwood. Judging by the furnishings, all the furniture seemed to be part of her beautiful mother’s dowry, indicating her maternal family was quite wealthy.

Sumptuous brocade quilts, flowing bed curtains, and every item she could see were far more lavish than the room she had been born in.

So this was actually her mother’s bedroom!

As soon as she opened her eyes, two maids and an elderly nanny quietly approached, their faces full of joy as they looked at Jiaoyue.

The nanny whispered softly, “Miss has awakened. Are you hungry?”

Meng Jiaoyue promptly agreed, “Yes, I’m hungry. Please bring me something to eat quickly.”

But when she opened her mouth, all that came out were cries. Her mother, awakened by her wailing, immediately asked, “Zhang Ma, what’s wrong with Yueya?”

Yueya?

Was that her name?

Wasn’t her name Jiaoyue? Had it been changed to Yueya after just one nap?

That couldn’t be right. She had seen her grandfather write her name in the family genealogy with her own eyes, and it was a name bestowed by their ancestors. It couldn’t have been changed arbitrarily.

Maybe Yueya was her childhood nickname?

Who gave her that nickname? She preferred “Full Moon.” “Crescent Moon” was quite different.

The nanny chuckled softly, “Young madam, the miss must be hungry.”

Lin Yuntang, supported by a maid, sat up on the bed. “Qingguo, go call the wet nurses.”

“Yes,” Qingguo responded promptly and swiftly left the room.

Qingguo was Lin Yuntang’s chief maid who had accompanied her as part of the dowry. She was efficient, perceptive, and quick-witted. Lin Yuntang had personally selected her, and Qingguo had served her the longest. She was someone Lin Yuntang deeply trusted.

When Lin Yuntang married, she had wanted to find a good family to marry Qingguo off to, but Qingguo insisted on coming with her, saying that even if she married, she wanted to stay by her side to serve her for life.

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Meng Jiaoyue, still caught up in the confusion over her name, was stunned by her beautiful mother’s words. Only then did she realize she was just a newborn baby, and that “eating” meant nursing.

For a normal infant, that would be no problem and perfectly acceptable—but she was not normal.

As she pondered how to refuse to drink human milk, Qingguo returned with three wet nurses who had already been selected.

As expected of a wealthy family, they had three wet nurses gathered—but she didn’t want any of them.

One of the wet nurses was very forward, immediately flattering Lin Yuntang, “Seventh young madam, I am a first-born wet nurse, my milk is nutritious and perfect for feeding babies.”

Lin Yuntang had carefully chosen the wet nurses long ago, making sure each of them had experience nursing babies.

She nodded. “Let Lady Wang come first.”

Meng Jiaoyue struggled violently, crying aloud. She refused to drink human milk, even if it meant starving. Zhang Ma, Lin Yuntang’s attendant nanny, asked, “Miss, have you wet yourself?”

Meng Jiaoyue angrily retorted, “You’re the one who wet yourself. I just don’t want to drink her milk.”

Zhang Ma quickly opened the swaddling clothes and found them dry and clean. “No wetting, miss. You’re just hungry.”

As the swaddling was undone, Meng Jiaoyue’s tightly bound body was finally freed. She raised her little hands and kicked her tiny feet, stretching fiercely and savoring the feeling of freedom.

When Zhang Ma tried to wrap her up again, Meng Jiaoyue struggled hard, “I don’t want to be wrapped. I want freedom.”

Her hysterical crying broke her mother’s heart.

“Zhang Ma, bring Yueya here for me.”

Hearing this, Zhang Ma loosely draped the swaddling over Jiaoyue and carried her into the seventh young madam’s arms.

No longer tightly bound, held again in her beautiful mother’s arms, Meng Jiaoyue immediately stopped crying.

She softly complained to her mother, “Mother, I don’t want to be wrapped tight. I don’t want to drink human milk either.”

Seeing her daughter calm down in her arms, Lin Yuntang smiled. “Yueya wants to be held by mother, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, mother’s arms are so comfortable. Please don’t wrap me up again,” Meng Jiaoyue said, ignoring the rumbling hunger in her belly as she fought for her freedom.

Lin Yuntang had no idea what her daughter truly meant. “Let’s eat first, then mother will hold you, alright?”

At the same time, she signaled the wet nurse to come closer.

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The wet nurse surnamed Wang smiled as she approached and sat on the round stool beside the bed. She lifted her gown, preparing to take Jiaoyue for nursing.

Meng Jiaoyue looked at her and instinctively released her spiritual power. The sight terrified her so much that she burst into loud sobs.

A dark mark already blackened her forehead, and the number above her head was white “ten” but the black one was “ninety.” Moreover, her plump breasts were surrounded by a black aura — clearly poison.

My heavens, this isn’t a wet nurse; this is a poisoner about to die soon! Who would want to harm her, poisoning her on the very day she was born?

She struggled fiercely, her eyes locked tightly on the wet nurse Wang, clutching her mother’s clothes with both hands without letting go, crying out, “Mother, her milk is poisoned! Drinking it will kill your precious Yueya!”

At this moment, Meng Jiaoyue no longer cared about her nickname. She struggled hard to save her own life.

Then she heard the wet nurse’s malicious thoughts: “Why is this damned child crying? Does she not want my milk? Hmph, whether you want it or not, you’ll drink it. If you don’t drink my milk, how will I get paid?”

Meng Jiaoyue was utterly shocked. Someone had bribed the wet nurse to poison her.

But she couldn’t speak. How could she tell her mother?

Seeing her daughter crying so heart-wrenchingly, clutching her clothes tightly, Lin Yuntang’s heart ached. She held her daughter again, soothing her.

“Yueya, what’s wrong? Don’t you want to nurse? You’ve slept so long; aren’t you hungry? You need to eat more to grow strong.”

At this moment, Meng Jiaoyue seized the chance while her hands were free. She quickly summoned her black little notebook, releasing her spiritual power to try to write the wet nurse Wang’s name in it.

But in her previous life, the full name had to be written for it to work. Now she only knew the surname Wang and didn’t know if writing “Wet Nurse Wang” would suffice.

With experience from her past life, she knew as long as she wrote something, it would work. Energizing her fingers, she tried to write the character for Wang.

“Ah, the character went on!” Meng Jiaoyue’s heart brightened. She then tried to write “wet nurse.” As long as she could get those two characters written, it would be effective.

She prayed silently for a greater blessing from her rebirth. Please let it work without needing the full name.

Heavens above, please save my little life! You put in all this effort—well, no, it wasn’t much effort, just a nap that brought me here—though it wasn’t hard, surely I can’t leave so soon after arriving.