Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 983 - 783: Turning Her Back into a Fool

Chapter 983: Chapter 783: Turning Her Back into a Fool

Tuoba Yun finished speaking and then stood up, his eyes already filled with a pitiful sorrow, "Nan Feng, ever since you entered the Palace with Nangong Ye, I haven’t caught a glimpse of His Majesty. He must be blaming me now, and he might even regret why he married me."

"I’m sorry, I can’t help you. From my position, I hope you write to your father the Emperor, to explain the situation and reason, and ask him to immediately revoke your brother’s military power. Otherwise, if things escalate, you’ll be the first to suffer!"

After Nan Feng finished speaking, she left.

It was good to have met Tuoba Yun and to have made her stance clear.

Nan Feng still had to pass through that garden on her way back.

However, halfway there, she felt something was amiss. Just a moment ago, there were several palace maids and eunuchs pruning the branches and leaves, but now there wasn’t a soul to be seen. The quietness was such that even a falling leaf could be heard clearly.

An ambush?

She became alert, her entire body tense, each step taken with utmost caution. Her feet made no sound as they stepped on the bluestone pathway beneath.

And just beside the bluestone path lay a shovel used by the workers to move mud; she bent down to pick it up, holding it in hand just in case.

Halfway down the path, she suddenly heard a cat’s meow from the right. She looked over warily, only to see a figure flitting past; she swung the shovel instinctively.

The shovel swiped at air, hitting nothing, and the figure had disappeared.

It was then that a palace maid responsible for attending to Nan Feng appeared at the garden’s entrance, calling out to her, "Lady Nan Feng!"

After what had just occurred, Nan Feng was already breaking out in a light sweat. She turned to look at the palace maid, "What is it?"

"General Nangong sent me to find you. He said the weather is turning cold and is worried that you might catch a chill."

Nan Feng let out a sigh of relief and relaxed her vigilance. She walked towards the palace maid, "Understood, I’ll return right now."

The palace maid was holding a red cloak; she looked at Nan Feng and said, "General Nangong asked me to bring this over. During spring, the rains are frequent, and it gets cold once it rains. Lady Nan Feng, let me put this on for you."

"Okay," Nan Feng paused for a moment, waiting for the palace maid to drape the cloak over her. The maid gave her a bow, then stood behind her.

But the moment the cloak was laid upon Nan Feng’s shoulders, she was suddenly overwhelmed by a piercing fragrance and in no time, she lost consciousness.

...

When Nan Feng regained consciousness, she found herself inside a room, bound to a pillar in a spread-eagled position, surrounded by candles. In front of her, there was a person dressed like a sorcerer, chanting sutras under his breath.

She wanted to scream, but her mouth was gagged with cloth, making it impossible for her to make a sound. She could only struggle frantically.

But she was tied up tight; no matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t move at all.

The sorcerer’s chanting was making her very uncomfortable. The droning was so loud that she felt extreme pain and nauseous. It was as if her soul was being pulled out, and she no longer felt like herself.

After an indeterminate amount of time, she drifted into unconsciousness once again.

Only in her slumber did she have a dream. In it, her soul seemed to be floating in mid-air. She could clearly see the sorcerer below, chanting sutras, while she was tied to the pillar, barely alive.

She suddenly became nervous. What kind of spell was this?

Was it intended to exorcise the original Nan Feng’s spirit?

No, the original Nan Feng had no spirit at all; she was an imbecile.