Nan Feng washed the clothes, then struggled back with her belly protruding.
The river water was ice-cold, making her fingers feel pletely stiff. Moreover, when exerting force, the wooden basin would bump against her belly. She worried it might hurt the child and could only bend forward to carry it, making it even more unfortable.
After managing to hang the clothes to dry with great difficulty, when she returned inside the tent, Tuoba Lie came again. He asked what she was doing now. Breathing heavily, Nan Feng replied while panting, “Please allow me to rest for a while.”
“Rest for a while? As a servant, a slave, what right do you have to rest? I’m hungry; go cook,” Tuoba Lie said coldly.
Nan Feng didn’t explain further and just struggled to stand up and walk outside. As she passed Tuoba Lie, he looked at her swollen belly and asked, “You’re not about to give birth, are you?”
“Soon,” Nan Feng said, then subconsciously covered her belly and stepped away from Tuoba Lie.
“Oh, you look just like a mother dog in heat,” Tuoba Lie remarked. Of course, her behavior also irritated him. She was nice to everyone except him.
Nan Feng didn’t argue but quickly moved away from Tuoba Lie.
However, Tuoba Lie approached Nan Feng, saying, “But what do you plan to use to support this bastard child? Remember, you are just a slave, a slave who has no right to raise a child, Nan Feng, unless you beg me… after you give birth, follow me properly, and we could send this child to some nomadic tribes so at least he would have a way to survive, and we, we could have more children. What do you think?”
Nan Feng’s lips curled in a cold smile. Tuoba Lie still understood nothing—what did this child mean to her? It signified the continuation of Yegor’s life, the crystallization of her love with Yegor, and he actually thought of sending her child away?
“Tuoba Lie, let me emphasize once again, if the child is here, I am here. If the child is not, I die. You can torture me as much as you like, but my condition is that my child must be alright. Otherwise, you’ll ultimately end up with nothing. Also, I’m going to cook now, please… let me pass, Second Prince.”
Tuoba Lie watched Nan Feng’s retreating figure, his hands clenched into fists again.
This woman, just doesn’t know what’s good for her. Clearly, if she just submitted, she could live well, yet she stubbornly resisted.
Let her be stubborn then, and see how long she can hold out.
…
So, Nan Feng continued repeating her days of working during the day and sewing small clothes and shoes at night, but as her belly grew bigger each day, each day became more unbearable.
Until that day, when she was standing in the kitchen, nine months pregnant, cooking noodle soup for Tuoba Lie, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her belly. She quickly clutched it, the only thought in her mind: Could it be time to give birth?
If it really was time to give birth, then…
What should she do? She clutched her belly and struggled to walk outside. She had heard about midwives on the grasslands before, but Tuoba Lie had already ordered that without his permission, no one was allowed to treat Nan Feng or help her give birth.
Nan Feng thought, one doesn’t have to eat pork to see a pig run. Giving birth wasn’t that difficult; she had seen plenty in TV shows and movies. Just push during the contractions, and after the baby was born, cut the umbilical cord, and within a few hours, the milk would naturally e.
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