novelraw Chapter 71 Truly worthy of being her biological child.
Chapter 71 Truly worthy of being her biological child.
Chapter 71 Truly worthy of being her biological child.
The next morning, the sun rose.
The dew in the Imperial Garden shimmered in the sunlight, and the air was fresh and crisp.
Nan Feng lay on that familiar recliner, covered by a thin layer of purple mist.
He didn't shamelessly sneak into Bibi Dong's palace to sleep with her as usual.
He lay there in this courtyard, on this cold chair, for the entire night.
He put his hands behind his head, not holding snacks as usual.
I'm not in the mood anymore.
I've lost all desire to eat.
He didn't have to wait long.
rustling sounds —
The familiar footsteps sounded again, still coming from that corner of the flower bushes.
A small golden figure reappeared in the Imperial Garden.
A thousand feet of snow.
She's here again.
Even though Nan Feng had so coldly driven her away the night before last, she still came.
This time, however, she was carrying a delicate little wooden box and walked with extra care, afraid of spilling its contents.
She first hid behind a big tree, peeking out to observe for a while. Only after confirming that the lazy figure on the recliner was indeed that "good mother" did the tension in her eyes subside slightly.
"Mom—Mom—"
She tentatively called out, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz.
Nan Feng didn't even lift his eyelids, as if he were asleep.
Qian Renxue bit her lip, mustered her courage, and tiptoed closer.
"Mother----"
"I'm here to apologize."
Nan Feng still ignored her, and even turned over impatiently, turning his back to her and closing his eyes.
Qian Renxue's eyes instantly reddened, but this time she didn't run away crying. Instead, she stubbornly sniffed, gently placed the small wooden box in her hand on the small table next to the recliner, and then carefully opened the lid.
A sweet, cloying aroma wafted out.
Inside the box, there were more than a dozen pastries of various shapes and tempting colors, neatly arranged.
Although it wasn't as refined as the imperial kitchen's, and some edges were even a little burnt, you could tell that it was made with care.
"Mom—this was made by Xue'er herself."
Qian Renxue lowered her head, her fingers twisting together, her voice soft and sweet: "Xue'er specially went to learn from the best pastry chef in the city—it took her a long time to make this."
"Xue'er truly knows she was wrong—"
"That day—Xue'er didn't mean it that day. Xue'er will never do it again, never let Grandpa hurt Mom again."
"Please forgive Xue'er this time, Mom—okay?"
She raised her head, her large, pale golden eyes brimming with tears, gazing expectantly at Nan Feng's retreating figure.
Nan Feng opened his eyes and slowly sat up, but instead of looking at the box of carefully made pastries, he turned his head to look at Qian Renxue.
"Get lost."
"I am not your mother."
"I've said it many times, I'm just a monster who has taken over your mother's body."
"Your real mother is over there, handling state affairs in that high papal palace."
"You must show filial piety, you must act as a loving mother and son, go find her."
"Don't bother me."
"But----"
Qian Renxue finally couldn't hold back her tears and said in a choked voice, "But Xue'er really knows she was wrong—Xue'er even made pastries by hand to apologize—why won't Mother forgive Xue'er?"
"Xue'er promises, I will really protect Mom from now on! I'll also talk to Grandpa about it—"
"Wronged?"
Nan Feng suddenly interrupted her, turning his head, "Qian Renxue, do you feel wronged?"
"You think that just because you've humbled yourself to apologize, and even personally made and delivered this lousy pastry, I should be eternally grateful, weep uncontrollably, forgive you, and even kneel down to thank you?"
"ha!"
Nan Feng laughed in anger, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.
"Who was the one that old man almost killed that day? It was me!"
"Who was the one who held your hand that day, listened to your promises, and then was forced to self-destruct by your grandfather the next day?! It was me!"
"I was the one who almost lost my soul! I was the one who almost turned to ashes! I'm the one who's living in constant fear here, on the verge of being killed by your Qian family at any moment!"
"The result is now—"
"How dare you cry in front of me? And act like you've suffered a terrible injustice?"
"What's wrong?"
"You think I deserve it?!"
"Do you think I just almost died? What's the big deal? Can it be compared to your young lady's bad mood or a single tear?!"
Qian Renxue was terrified. She stared blankly at Nan Feng, who was in a state of emotional turmoil, unable to utter a single word. She could only shake her head helplessly.
"Oh----"
Nan Feng shook his head. "Truly worthy of being his biological son."
"The whole family is like this. That old man is like that, your deadbeat father is like that, and you're like that too."
"Get lost! Don't bother me!"
Tears were already welling up in Qian Renxue's eyes, and it looked like they were about to burst out.
However, before those glistening tears could even roll down...
Nan Feng, who was lying on the chair, turned his head slightly and gave her a cold glance.
Without a word, just a glance, the coldness contained within it instantly filled Qian Renxue with a suffocating fear.
"Ugh————"
She bit her lip hard, gasped for breath, and forced back the tears that were welling up in her eyes.
She dared not cry, for she was afraid that if she did, the only person who had ever given her warmth would truly disappear completely and never speak to her again.
Seeing that she was holding back, Nan Feng snorted coldly, turned his head away, lay back down, put his hands behind his head, and stared blankly at the leaves above his head.
The air fell silent once again.
The birdsong in the Imperial Garden sounded particularly jarring.
Qian Renxue stood alone, her small hands tightly gripping the hem of her skirt.
She dared not move or speak.
Time slipped away bit by bit, and every second was torture for her.
She didn't know how much time had passed until sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell on her face, bringing a faint warmth.
Qian Renxue finally mustered all her courage and broke the silence with a trembling voice: "Mom—"
"What must I do to make you forgive Xue'er?"
"As long as you don't get angry—I'll do anything you want—"
no respond.
Nan Feng remained lying there, his breathing unchanged, as if the person beside him didn't exist at all.
This disregard made Qian Renxue feel even more desperate than being beaten or scolded.
Fear overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.
She was terrified. She was afraid that the "good mother" who used to laugh with her and protect her would really turn back into the pope who only treated her coldly.
She couldn't bear the fall from the clouds to hell.
"Mother!!"
Qian Renxue could no longer control her panic. She lunged forward, not to attack, but like a drowning person grabbing onto the last piece of driftwood.
She knelt beside the recliner, her small hands gripping Nan Feng's purple-gold robe tightly. She was almost pressed against his legs, her face buried in his sleeve, her voice filled with endless sobs: "Please don't ignore Xue'er—please—"
"Xue'er truly knows she was wrong! Xue'er swears! This will never happen again!"
"Xue'er will be obedient! She'll be very good! As long as Mommy can forgive Xue'er—Xue'er will do anything!"
"Let go," Nan Feng said coldly.
"I won't let go! Waaah—I won't let go!"
Qian Renxue shook her head desperately, her grip incredibly strong, her nails digging deep into the expensive fabric. "If you let go, Mommy won't want Xue'er anymore—"
"This is the last time I'm warning you."
Nan Feng opened his eyes, a hint of violence flashing in them: "Get out."
"I don't!!"
Qian Renxue used all her strength, even summoning the last vestiges of her soul power, to cling tightly to Nan Feng's arm, hanging on him like a koala, crying her heart out: "I won't let go! I'd rather die than let go!"
Looking at the "dog skin plaster" that he couldn't shake off, Nan Feng's eyes surged with violence several times, and the soul power in his palm gathered and dispersed.
""
Finally, he closed his eyes again, adjusted to a comfortable position, and let the little girl, who was crying and trembling, cling tightly to his arm, wiping her tears and snot all over his sleeve.