Nan Feng washed the clothes, then struggled back with her belly protruding.
The river water was ice-cold, making her fingers feel completely 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 uncomfortable.
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.
