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"What does 'viewing the scenery' mean? Is something happening in the capital?"
With deep confusion, He Mu Ming poured himself a glass of wine. "With Yong Shang's current power in Tianqi, does he really need a small border guard like me to help him?"
Pei Guanjing smiled gently, as warm as the melting snow on a spring day. He poured himself a glass of wine and raised it in a toast to He Mu Ming. "General He, you are mistaken. The situation in Tianqi is complex. With the Former Emperor's passing, my adoptive father is merely safeguarding the country for the Crown Prince. He has always been diligent and devoted to the nation and its people; there is no overstepping of authority here."
He Mu Ming responded with a smile, but inwardly he felt disdain.
If it weren't for the order prohibiting him from entering the capital, he would have returned to see what was happening when the Former Emperor passed away.
Now, even a three-year-old child would know that ever since the Former Emperor's sudden death six months ago, the Crown Prince's mysterious disappearance, and the Wolf Tribe's incursions, it was the half-brother of the Late Emperor who had seized power, supported by ministers as the Regent, controlling state affairs. As for whether the missing Crown Prince was alive or dead, who could truly know?
At present, all bureaucrats followed the Regent; the common people only knew of the Regent but were unaware that there was no king in the capital.
Thinking back to their childhood days spent learning under the Grand Tutor’s guidance, a wave of sorrow surged within He Mu Ming.
How had they come to this?
Noticing He Mu Ming's silence, Pei Guanjing continued at a leisurely pace, "The borderlands have always been plagued by war, and this past six months have seen countless casualties. My adoptive father sent me here to experience firsthand the hardships faced by soldiers and civilians at the frontier, hoping I could gain some insight and experience."
He Mu Ming's hand suddenly froze around his cup as he looked up at Pei Guanjing. "You mean to say you want to train in the military?"
"Exactly."
Pei Guanjing met He Mu Ming's gaze with his narrow black eyes, unwavering and resolute.
“Nephew has grown up in the capital and truly knows nothing of the hardships faced by the common people. In recent years, due to frequent wars with the Wolf Tribe, taxes have risen across the nation. Coupled with natural disasters and floods, the people are left with nothing, their lives plunged into despair. Therefore, my adoptive father wants me to come to the front lines personally to experience the people's plight and, by the way, serve under General He to alleviate his burdens.”
He Mu Ming had stubble at the corners of his mouth, damp and disheveled from the wine. He wiped his lips and forced a smile. “Since Nephew is willing to serve in my army, how could I refuse? Moreover, since Yong Shang has given the order, I certainly won’t let you off easily. You can stay in the army and serve. I see you have a medicine box at your waist; I assume you intend to be a Military Doctor here?”
“Yes, that is indeed my intention.”
“Very well. There has always been a shortage of healers in the army. Your arrival brings me great relief.”
“Thank you, General He.”
Watching Pei Guanjing walk out of the tent with a medicine box slung over his shoulder, walking uprightly, He Mu Ming’s eyes darkened slightly as he downed the remaining half cup of wine.
Since the late emperor's passing six months ago, he had been searching for the cause of the former emperor's death. However, given that the border was a thousand miles from the capital, he had no choice but to abandon that idea and instead seek out the crown prince, who had been with the former emperor on that fateful day.
As he glanced at the note that popped out from a hidden compartment on the table, He Mu Ming closed his eyes in contemplation.
The crown prince would arrive within half a month; caution was paramount.
After a long moment, He Mu Ming opened his eyes again.
This time, with the crown prince here, he could not allow any mistakes to occur. As for Pei Guanjing, he would simply accompany him in this performance.
When Ye Chen arrived at Firehead Barracks, it was just around noon.
In the canteen, a group of strong men stood bare-chested, wielding oversized spatulas as they vigorously stirred the thin porridge in the large pot, where the rice grains were clearly visible. Meanwhile, someone at the stove was busy adding firewood to the furnace, creating a scene of bustling activity.
The entire setting was somewhat different from what Ye Chen had imagined about the Firehead Barracks.
It seemed that their "Firehead Barracks" was just a canteen!
"What are you staring at? Come over and help!"
Seeing the three of them frozen in place, Huo Tou Jun urged them to get to work.
It was nearly noon, and the soldiers had finished their drills; they would soon line up at the canteen to receive their meals. Upon realizing this, everyone quickly got busy, scooping rice into stacks of bowls.
Li Yun and Shuanzi had both helped out at home before, so they were quite adept at this task. Only Ye Chen, who had relied on his parents before his transmigration and whose original self was a fool incapable of cooking, had never done such heavy work. He had spent his days pretending to be mad and foolish.
In just a short while, Ye Chen either added too much firewood to the stove, causing flames to leap up, or accidentally knocked over a stack of bowls nearby.
Finally, seeing the anger in the chef's eyes intensifying like a raging fire, sharp enough to cut through flesh, Fu Gui hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Ye Chen away. "Alright, alright! You go up front and serve the rice. Remember, each person gets two buns and one bowl of porridge—no more."
Ye Chen knew he was making a mess of things and felt relieved to be reassigned. He quickly moved to the front to serve rice to the soldiers.
Thus, Ye Chen began mimicking those around him as he scooped rice.
In each bowl of porridge, there was only broth with no rice in sight.
The soldier in charge of serving the rice porridge was about to explode with anger upon seeing such a meager portion. However, when he looked up and saw Ye Chen smiling at him with a face full of innocence, a hint of flattery and apology in his youthful grin, he momentarily froze and ultimately walked away silently with his bowl.
Damn it, one Submissive ldn’t strike a smiling face.
But this didn’t guarantee that everyone would be swayed by Ye Chen’s “smiling service.”
Soon, a towering man, nearly two meters tall, cast a shadow over Ye Chen as he approached. Without hesitation, he reached into the cage and grabbed four steamed buns, preparing to leave.
“Wait,” Ye Chen quickly called out, trying to stop him. “You can only take two buns per person; you can’t take more.”
As soon as Ye Chen finished speaking, a wave of cold laughter erupted around him.
This newcomer was incredibly bold, daring to reprimand Captain Ma.
Captain Ma turned around, looking at Ye Chen with disdain. Just as he was about to speak, Fu Gui noticed the situation was turning sour. Acting swiftly, he grabbed Ye Chen and bent down to apologize hurriedly. “I didn’t realize it was Captain Ma; I’m truly sorry. This newcomer doesn’t understand the rules. I hope you can forgive him and not hold it against him.”
While saying this, he pressed down on Ye Chen’s head to force him to bow lower and whispered urgently in his ear, “Apologize quickly; don’t throw your life away.”
Ye Chen’s mind raced, and he immediately caught on. He quickly bent down and said, “I was reckless and ignorant; I apologize for offending you. Please forgive me.”
Captain Ma snorted coldly, chewing on a bun while casting a disdainful glance at Ye Chen before striding away.
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