But in the end, she steeled her heart and didn’t care anymore, she had to see his chest no matter what.
And when she saw the faint birthmark on Nangong Ye’s chest, she suddenly couldn’t hold back her tears and started to sob uncontrollably.
It was him, it really was him.
The child she had looked for nearly twenty years and had never found was finally back.
…
“Who allowed you to sew here?” Tuoba Lie entered and saw Nan Feng sewing a small garment by candlelight with a blissful expression on her face.
Her enraptured state deeply irritated him; he had never allowed her this, as if what she was doing now was the happiest, most satisfying thing.
She was so eager to do things for Nangong Ye, but when washing his clothes, she couldn’t even wash off the mud stains from the hem.
How could he not be angry?
Nan Feng put down her needle and thread, stood up, and looked at him with her usual cold and wary gaze, “Does the Second Prince have any orders?”
He had initially just wanted to see what she was doing, but now, filled with anger, he said coldly, “Have you finished your main duties?”
“It is night time, is the Second Prince hungry? What would you like to eat? I will go instruct the cook to prepare it right away.”
The Second Prince said, “I have already eaten, but… I still want to eat something else.”
“Good, this servant will go instruct the cook to make it.”
“I don’t want the cook to make it; I want you to make it,” Tuoba Lie said coldly.
Nan Feng couldn’t help but feel troubled, “But I don’t know how to make the dishes here.”
“Anything is fine,” Tuoba Lie coldly replied.
He actually just wanted to torment her; he wouldn’t stop until he had vented his anger, so she stood up, “Yes, what would the Second Prince like to eat? This servant will prepare it.”
“I’ve already said, anything.”
Nan Feng went to Tuoba Lie’s kitchen, where the cook was eating, and with him were some maids and servants usually eat more, and Nan Feng, now being a maid herself, naturally was supposed to eat at this time as well.
Seeing her e in, the cooks and maids, who had been chatting, now fell silent; Nan Feng then looked at the cook, “What is there still to cook?”
The cook pointed to the raw food section, there were meats and some varieties of dough.
She first took two pieces of beef dough and started eating, then drank a bowl of meat soup, needing to replenish her strength before starting to work.
After eating, she thought for a moment, then took a piece of dough, tore it into pieces, and used some meat to cook a meat soup; she then brought it to Tuoba Lie’s tent.
Tuoba Lie was bathing at that moment; hearing some noise outside, he asked, “Who’s there?”
“This servant, Nan Feng.”
“Good, e here and scrub my back,” Tuoba Lie ordered.
Nan Feng didn’t hesitate and walked in, picking up a brush and scrubbing as if she was washing clothes.
The steam inside was thick, and Nan Feng couldn’t make out his face; since it was only back scrubbing, she just kept scrubbing.
“Scrub the front too,” Tuoba Lie manded.
Nan Feng then turned around to scrub his chest and back; his goal was just to humiliate her, and since she wasn’t a conservative person, being taken advantage of wasn’t an issue for her, so she picked up the brush and started scrubbing his front.
“You have a really good mental fortitude, always keeping a straight face,” Tuoba Lie said sarcastically.
“It’s just a body, nothing special,” Nan Feng coldly replied. “Besides, from a servant to a master, what expectations can there be?”
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