"Put it on. I'm not in the mood."
Tufa Su gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and put her clothes back on.
"You can stay with me from now on. Just taking care of food and drink will be enough."
Zheng Fan didn't feel like saying much more. The Tufa patriarch had sent her over with a very obvious intent. Even if he was unwilling, there was no need to put this woman in a difficult position.
That's how things were in this world. Even the scholar-bureaucrat class, like Wen Sutong, would casually offer their granddaughters and daughters. You couldn't expect a minor clan chief of a local tyrant to have much integrity.
"Help me clean my armor and sword. Thank you for your trouble."
"Yes, Master."
Tufa Su bowed to Zheng Fan before slowly getting up to take his armor and sword out to clean them.
Zheng Fan let out a long sigh, trying his best to get some more sleep.
