Fu Wei Knows My Heart

My mother was anything but ordinary. Among all the madams of Shangjing, she stood in a league of her own. She often took me in and out of noble households, pointed at other people’s children, and told me to pat them on the head. I obediently did as I was told. The child I patted would stare at me in a dazed, foolish sort of way. My mother would burst out laughing. “Ha! Nangong Wenya-whoever you touch turns s*upid!”