Choosing a servant often required a particular affinity, and Nan Feng conducted her search according to this rule, surveying the crowd until she spotted a father and daughter by a tree. There was a quiet calm about them, they were neither squabbling nor jostling, their subdued demeanor speaking volumes of their resignation to fate.
Nan Feng approached the daughter, a girl of about thirteen years old, dressed in over-sized clothes patched all over yet impeccably clean. Nan Feng found herself inclined towards the girl for that reason.
The girl had large eyes that yet bore a skittish gaze. Spotting Nan Feng, she hesitantly drew back.
"What's your name?" Nan Feng squatted to ask her.
The girl's voice was barely a whisper, "Fe...Feng Gu."
Alongside them, Feng Gu's father wore a cautious expression, "Lady, be it known in advance, if by any chance you are from a brothel, I wouldn't be handing over my daughter to you. My daughter isn't for sale."
