Although the guards were aware that Nan Feng currently had no status and her treatment was not much different from a captive, she was a woman whom the Second Prince had desperately fought to take back, so they dared not neglect her. As soon as Nan Feng made a request, they reported it.
Tuoba Lie was lying in his luxurious tent at the time. Hearing that Nan Feng wanted to e over, he immediately took a sip of wine, “She said she’s hungry?”
“She just said there was no food,” the Guard corrected.
Tuoba Lie’s face darkened, “So what? Wouldn’t it be better if the wild seed in her belly starved to death?”
The Guard thought Tuoba Lie was serious and bowed in preparation to leave, but as he turned around, Tuoba Lie called him back, “What are you doing?”
The Guard replied, “Go back and tell the Second Imperial Concubine that there’s no food.”
“Who told you to go back?” Tuoba Lie threw a cup at him, but after a while, he said to the Guard, “Tell her, if she wants food, she should e to me.”
Nan Feng was still wearing the clothes from Dajin and had her hair styled in Dajin’s manner. Such clothes made her pregnancy more noticeable. Seeing this, Tuoba Lie grew even more enraged as he had always been powerless regarding the child in Nan Feng’s belly.
If medical skills were advanced now, he would send her to the hospital to have an abortion without a second thought. But in ancient times, abortions were only possible through some medicines, and it hardly mattered whether they were clean or not; he feared that one attempt might cost her life.
Tuoba Lie dared not let Nan Feng take this risk, and seeing her with a prominent belly every day reminded him of her intimate moments with Nangong Ye, which pained him as if her belly were a thorn continuously pricking his eyes.
In his past life, he had many opportunities to deal with her but always refrained from touching her, being played around by her. In this life, too, he was reluctant to harm her, thinking of slowly winning her over, which would be much better when things fell into place naturally.
“Seeing the Second Prince, why don’t you salute?” Tuoba Lie, squinting, looked down at Nan Feng.
Nan Feng casually performed a salutation, “Greetings to His Highness the Second Prince.”
“You’re out of food? You need to eat?” Tuoba Lie asked, his tone akin to asking a beggar.
“Yes, Nan Feng has no food. If the Second Prince wishes to starve Nan Feng to death, then there’s no need to provide any; but if you feel that Nan Feng still has value to be tormented, then please grant some, as treating captives well is the demeanor of a great nation,” Nan Feng said calmly and firmly.
“Tsk,” Tuoba Lie chuckled, “A captive just eats and drinks for free? Those forced laborers still work every day; there are no free lunches in this world.”
“What does the Second Prince wish for Nan Feng to do?” Nan Feng asked, “Nan Feng is pregnant now, but she can still do light work.”
“I wish you to serve my bed,” Tuoba Lie, supporting his chin with his hand, asked flirtatiously.
“I think it’s better for the Second Prince not to make such a decision. Recently, the baby moves a lot at night, and I’m afraid it might kick you,” Nan Feng said.
Upon mentioning the baby, Tuoba Lie was filled with rage, “Nan Feng, can’t you stop mentioning that bastard?”
“He is not a bastard,” Nan Feng, protecting her belly, looked coldly at Tuoba Lie.
“Fine,” Tuoba Lie then signaled to a maid standing beside, “You, acpany her for a while. From now on, your duties will be performed by her.”
Nan Feng recognized the maid named Saige, who had served her before.
But now, Nan Feng was to take over Saige’s duties…
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