Transmigrated into a fat wife, farming, raising children, and picking up husbands

Pei Zhao's expression hardened, and he cupped his hands in response, "Yes."

He turned and strode out of the yard.

Nangong Chen turned around, looked at Wang Shi who was trembling with fear, softened his tone, and invited Wang Shi to sit on the stone bench.

"Little sister, I... I'm the girl's biological father." He pointed at Lin Xiuer.

Wang was stunned.

Nangong Chen continued, his tone filled with emotions that had been suppressed for too long.

"I didn't send anyone to hurt Xue'er, believe me."

"We were traveling together back then, but then a major incident happened at home, and I didn't take Xue'er back for her safety."

"When I left, I didn't know she was pregnant. If I had known, I would have definitely left her with more staff."

"When I finished dealing with things at home and sent someone to bring her back to the palace," he said, his voice choked with emotion, "I learned that she had disappeared."

"I've been looking for her all these years." He looked up at Wang Shi, "I thought she was angry with me and didn't want to see me, so she hid away."

As Wang listened to these words, the expression on her face changed from panic to shock, and then from shock to bewilderment.

She was still holding her daughter's arm, but not as tightly anymore.

Lin Xiuer stood to the side, her teeth chattering as she listened, no longer paying attention to what was being said.

It’s over.

Judging from the old man's tone, it seems he really is his biological father.

And... and he's also a father with an extraordinary background.

Her mind was in complete chaos.

I remember when I was in the store, I pointed my finger at him and called him a human trafficker, and I also called him shameless.

How arrogant they were at the time...

She was extremely flustered.

She secretly took half a step back, then another half step back.

Is it too late for her to escape now?

Since he is the child's biological father and also someone Ping An brought along.

Wang trusted Ping An's character, so she no longer concealed the truth.

Wiping away her tears, she recounted everything that happened back then in detail.

"That year... I had just given birth to a daughter." Her voice choked with emotion, and tears streamed down her face as she recalled the events of that year.

"But the baby was born with some congenital deficiencies. His cries were as weak as a kitten's, and he wouldn't even drink milk."

Lin Xiuer stopped in her tracks as she tried to escape.

She had no idea there was such a secret.

"That night, it was raining heavily outside," Wang continued, as if she were trapped in that rainy night more than 20 years ago.

"I held my child, watching her breathing grow weaker and weaker... I just held her like that, and it was no use crying my eyes out."

She took a deep breath: "Just then, someone suddenly barged in from outside."

"A woman covered in blood." Wang looked at Lin Xiuer with a complicated expression. "In her arms, she was holding a newborn baby."

Nangong Chen's breath caught in his throat, and he didn't dare to interrupt her.

"I was terrified, but she begged me to save her, begged me to save the child..."

"I let her in, changed her into dry clothes, and bandaged her wounds."

"She looked at my red, tear-filled eyes and asked me what was wrong. I told her... I told her about my child who was about to die."

She paused, then her tears flowed even more fiercely.

"After she listened, she looked at me for a long time. Then... then she put the child she was holding into my arms."

Lin Xiuer's heart skipped a beat.

"She said," Wang's voice trembled, "that there are still people chasing her outside, and she is seriously injured, so she probably won't survive."

"If I wanted, I would treat this child as my own daughter and let her grow up safely and happily with me."

"After saying that, she left." Madam Wang closed her eyes, "saying she was going to distract those who were chasing her."

"I don't know where she went or what happened to her. More than 20 years have passed, and she has never come back."

The courtyard was extremely quiet.

Nangong Chen stood there, motionless.

His fist clenched and unclenched, unclenched and clenched again.

After a long while, he took a deep breath, walked up to Wang, and gently patted her back.

"Go inside and rest," he said, his voice hoarse. "You've worked so hard all these years."

"This girl is unruly; raising her must be very difficult."

Wang looked at Nangong Chen, then at Lin Xiuer, said nothing, nodded, wiped away her tears, and went into the house.

Only Nangong Chen, the masked young man, and... remained in the courtyard.

Lin Xiuer was secretly moving towards the door.

step.

Two steps.

Almost there, almost there, just a few more steps and I'll be able to slip out.

Nangong Chen wasn't in a hurry.

He simply gave the young man beside him a wink.

The man understood, and in a flash, he appeared in front of Lin Xiuer, blocking her way.

Lin Xiuer froze.

The young man stood in front of her, looking down at her with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Where is Your Highness headed?"

"It's very dangerous outside."

Having caught his silly daughter trying to escape, Nangong Chen wasn't in a hurry. He leisurely walked back to the stone table and sat down.

Xie Huai'an raised his hand in a "please" gesture, a slight smile on his lips: "Please, Your Highness."

Lin Xiuer brandished her fist at him, glared at him fiercely, and then walked back helplessly.

She felt incredibly embarrassed.

How should she face Nangong Chen? She treated him like a villain trying to steal her man from her from the start, and then she pointed her finger at him and cursed him. No wonder Pei Zhao shook his head at her.

Now that she knows he really is her biological father, and the emperor at that, she feels so embarrassed she wants to disappear into the ground.

She slowly moved back to the stone table, stood behind Nangong Chen, lowered her head, and remained silent, like a primary school student who had made a mistake.

Seeing that she had finally behaved, Xie Huai'an turned around and went to the kitchen.

The courtyard suddenly fell silent, leaving only the father and daughter.

Nangong Chen cleared his throat.

"Ouch—" He stretched, his tone exaggerated, "After sitting on the ship for several days, my back is a little sore."

Lin Xiuer was taken aback.

He was immediately delighted.

This is... her cheap father giving her a way out!

She quickly put on a smile, leaned closer, and waved her little hand on his shoulder.

"Where does Father feel unwell?" she asked in a soft, solicitous voice, massaging him as she did so. "Would your daughter like to give you a massage?"

Nangong Chen secretly felt a surge of satisfaction.

This girl is quick-witted.

That's interesting; they can take things in stride.

"Here, here," he pointed to his shoulder, "it's really sore."

Lin Xiuer immediately increased her efforts.

"And here too," he pointed to his back, "it's sore too."

Lin Xiuer moved to the back and massaged her back.

"Ouch, my legs are a bit sore too..."

Without saying a word, Lin Xiuer squatted down and massaged his legs.

As long as he doesn't hold his previous rudeness against him, it's okay to coax him a little.

She's the best at comforting the elderly. After massaging his legs, she massaged his shoulders, and after his shoulders, she massaged his arms.

Nangong Chen was so comfortable being served by her that he squinted his eyes, looking completely blissful.