Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 699: Fengfeng, You’ll Have to Work Hard_1

Chapter 699: Chapter 699: Fengfeng, You’ll Have to Work Hard_1

Nan Feng noticed the Emperor not only did not leave, but instead squatted down to watch her washing the bowls.

This esteemed Emperor, perhaps from having been stifled within the Imperial Palace, held a curious fascination towards the mundane tasks of the common folk.

Yet she, not knowing what to say, simply allowed him to observe.

After washing the bowls, Nan Feng slightly bowed to the Emperor, holding the basin, "Your Majesty, I beg your pardon, I cannot accompany you any longer."

"Wait," the Emperor stopped Nan Feng.

"Does Your Majesty have additional orders?" Nan Feng asked.

Under the dim lantern light, the Emperor said, "Do you also believe that I was improper in my actions and should not have used Nangong Nini as an instrument to pressure your husband to go to war?"

Nan Feng paused, then straightforwardly replied, "Your Majesty, if I were in your place, I would not have resorted to such tactics. My husband harbours a righteous spirit. Given your sincere request, he would have certainly accepted it in time. I think Your Majesty was overly eager for instant success."

Having said that, Nan Feng bowed again and withdrew.

After she put away the dishes, she noticed the Emperor had returned to his room, his silhouette reflected against the window.

His figure exuded an unspeakable desolation.

Loneliness pervades those on high, he being a monarch, bore responsibilities greater than others.

Yet, those who are pitiful often have their contemptible side.

...

Nan Feng returned to her room and saw her husband still writing at the desk.

The moment she entered, he grabbed Nan Feng’s hand, kissing it gently, "Fengfeng, you’ve worked hard!"

"What are you saying? It’s nothing between husband and wife," Nan Feng said, sitting down beside him and watching him write.

One’s emotions could be discerned through their writing.

Her husband was composing a poem, ’The matters of the world touch our senses, move our hearts and find expression in speech. When words fall short, they are conveyed through verse...’

Nan Feng did not understand, but found her husband’s calligraphy firm and vibrant. The strokes were recycling in strength, and only displayed hesitation at the retreat of the brush, as if hard to conclude.

"My dear, you have already made up your mind, haven’t you? This war is something you are compelled to fight, yet you also have concerns and worrisome thoughts," Nan Feng turned to her husband and asked.

He kisses Nan Feng’s forehead, "Only you understand me, Fengfeng."

"The person you are concerned for is me, and your worries lie in the Emperor’s sincerity, thus you are torn," Nan Feng moved her hand to his shoulder, "My dear, you’ve always known that I am not a woman who cannot survive without her husband, so you need not worry about me. And what you worry about is precisely what the Emperor is worried about too. Your foster father was harmed by Qin Kun, but the Emperor indirectly participated in it too. Had it not been for his incompetence, how could your foster father have died? It is because of this, that the Emperor is leery of you. He fears you harbour resentment in your heart, and may not wholeheartedly fight for him, or may take actions detrimental to the court. Thus, he holds Nini hostage."

Her husband nods then looks back at Nan Feng, "My Fengfeng sure considers matters meticulously."

"It’s just common human nature. After dealing with the Emperor today, it seems to me that he is not an utterly deplorable man. So, let’s give him a chance."

And give themselves a chance as well.

A man’s aspiration ought to be ambitious. Particularly one with an ironclad spirit like her husband, his aspiration is to serve his country.

He then pulled Nan Feng into his arms.

Tightly, and firmly.

Nan Feng had her arms wrapped around him, tilting her head to ask him, "My dear, why don’t you tell me about your foster father and Nangong Nini? Since he was your foster father, you weren’t actually born to General Nangong, were you?"