Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 1014 - 814: Accident

Chapter 1014: Chapter 814: Accident

Under her leadership, several workshops sprang into being, and as the loess terrain predominated in Shangzhi, tuber crops thrived alongside apple trees that took root with ease. Many abandoned apple orchards now blossomed anew under Nan Feng’s guidance. Coupled with the techniques she had learned at Siyuan, she had the apple trees fertilized and cleared of weeds. It was her belief that in no time at all, these apple trees would surely bloom and bear fruit.

Before she knew it, Nan Feng’s belly had grown for five to six months, visibly round when viewed from the front.

One day, Nangong Ye returned from the Military Camp since the outbreak of war had yet to occur, allowing him another visit to Nan Feng.

Each time he saw that Nan Feng’s belly had grown larger than the last he saw it, Nangong Ye felt an even deeper pang of heartache.

The couple took a carriage ride from Yamen, heading out towards the farm.

"Fengfeng, why must you rush to the farm?"

"Today is the potato harvest day, so I wanted to take a look," Nan Feng said. "After working so hard for so long, we can finally see the fruits of labor. I promised the villagers I would be there today. And moreover..."

Nan Feng held Nangong Ye’s hand, "After this batch of potatoes is harvested, I’m going to rest and focus on my pregnancy, waiting until our child is born."

"Right, that’s for the best, husband understands," Nangong Ye replied.

"Who knows when this war will end," Nan Feng said, somewhat disheartened. "It seems endless now. Is Tuoba Lie not going to stop until he has our lives?"

Nangong Ye kissed Nan Feng, "He won’t get his way."

As they were conversing, Liang Shuang at the front halted the carriage and called back, "Madam Feng, we’ve arrived at the farm."

Nan Feng looked to Nangong Ye, "Are you getting out?"

Nangong Ye shook his head, "I won’t go. Best they don’t know my identity, I’ll wait for you here in the carriage."

"So I’ll go down by myself?"

"Sure!"

Liang Shuang at the front helped Nan Feng out of the carriage. Glancing back at the vehicle and knowing Nangong Ye was there, she felt utterly reassured.

The farm was bustling with excitement; every villager who had participated in the planting had come. Song Cheng even held a ceremony with gongs and drums, and then amidst the clamor, everyone swung their hoes together.

Nan Feng smiled as she watched everyone digging together. It was now late spring, and summer was just around the corner. In one more month, the purple sweet potatoes in the sandy fields would also be ready to harvest. Although the food variety was monotonous, it at least relieved the strain on the Yamen’s granaries.

The site was abuzz with feverish activity and dust filled the air; Nan Feng began to cough. Just then, the blacksmith brought over a bowl of water, "Madam Feng, it’s quite dry today, please have some water."

"Okay," Nan Feng took the bowl and began to drink.

After a couple of sips, Nan Feng suddenly clutched her belly. Liang Shuang hurried over to ask, "Madam Feng, what’s wrong?"

Nan Feng shook her head, and then smiling, said, "The water’s a bit cold, I think the baby is kicking me."

"So that’s it," Liang Shuang chuckled. These days, it was his responsibility to protect Nan Feng, and he had to be careful even with her emotions. If he did a good job, Nan Feng might say a few good words for him in front of Nangong Ye, and he could secure a favorable position once he returned to the Military Camp.

From inside the carriage, Nangong Ye, who had just opened the window to take a look, saw from afar that Nan Feng was holding her stomach and speaking with Liang Shuang, but he couldn’t see her face, which made him anxious. However, shortly after, he saw Nan Feng walking back towards him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.