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The room was warm, but the frostbite on his hand had long since become unbearably itchy. He desperately wanted to scratch it, but Pei Guanjing was sitting right across from him. He felt that scratching in front of Pei Guanjing would be too unrefined, and the good impression he had painstakingly built up might vanish in an instant. So, he could only endure the discomfort.
He kept his head down, not noticing that Pei Guanjing had stood up. It wasn't until he felt a shadow loom over him that he dully raised his head.
The first thing he saw were Pei Guanjing's black silk shoes embroidered with Shu patterns. Slowly, he looked up and was met with Pei Guanjing's elegant and refined face shrouded in mist. Then, Pei Guanjing bent down and knelt slightly before him, speaking softly, "Extend your hand."
Although Ye Chen didn’t know what Pei Guanjing was about to do, he dazedly extended one hand.
A cool sensation touched the back of his hand. Ye Chen widened his eyes in surprise, staring blankly as Pei Guanjing scooped a dollop of light brown ointment from a small porcelain jar and gently applied it to his hand, carefully spreading and massaging it in.
After finishing one hand, Pei Guanjing didn’t lift his head and calmly said, "The other hand."
Ye Chen still dazedly extended his other hand.
Pei Guanjing's cool fingers grasped his fingertips together and repeated the earlier motion: scooping ointment, applying it to the back of his hand, spreading it out, and then slowly massaging it in.
During this process, Ye Chen felt completely frozen. He couldn’t believe that this person he had always imagined as having a heart of a scorpion was now so gently applying ointment to him.
Suddenly, Ye Chen recalled what Fu Gui and the others had jokingly said a few days ago—that he was Pei Guanjing's little wife. Now it seemed that the rumors circulating in the military camp were not entirely unfounded.
After all, being alone in a room together with such intimate contact between a Tian Qian and a Zhong Yong would inevitably lead people to think otherwise; it was no wonder everyone misunderstood.
Ye Chen felt his cheeks begin to burn. Damn it, why was Pei Guanjing holding his hand so tightly?
He exerted a slight force to retract his hand from Pei Guanjing's grasp, but Pei Guanjing’s grip remained unyielding; there was no sign of loosening at all. It seemed that his little effort posed no threat to Pei Guanjing.
Noticing Ye Chen's movement, Pei Guanjing instinctively lifted his gaze and met Ye Chen's eyes. The emotionless amber gaze held his own for a moment before Ye Chen hurriedly turned away, feeling flustered.
He wasn’t quite used to such close eye contact with Pei Guanjing.
Ye Chen lowered his head deeply, feeling inexplicably hot behind his ear; he didn’t dare look up at Pei Guanjing anymore.
But suddenly, Pei Guanjing’s soft voice floated down from above him: “The hands with frostbite are quite ugly.”
What was with that disdainful tone?
Ye Chen felt the veins on his forehead throb uncontrollably; he had indeed overestimated this guy.
The weather grew increasingly cold, with the frost in the northern lands biting sharply, and Lan Prefecture was engulfed in a scene of bitter chill.
Recently, heavy snow had been falling incessantly. Due to the harsh weather and difficulties in transporting supplies, the number of skirmishes between the Wolf Tribe and the army had gradually decreased. Ye Chen did not go to the front lines; he learned about these developments while chatting with some injured soldiers in the Medical Camp.
After understanding the situation, he hurried to tell Muer. He Mu Ming had forbidden Muer from interacting with others, and over time, Ye Chen had grown quite close to Muer.
During this period, Muer and Ye Chen's relationship became particularly intimate, and they quickly became good friends. Muer thought so, and Ye Chen felt the same way, though he dared not express it openly.
Every time he fed Muer medicine, Ye Chen would sneak a guilty glance at his belly. Could this man really get pregnant?
With the New Year approaching, there were relatively fewer matters to attend to in the Medical Camp. Pei Guanjing had previously promised to accompany Ye Chen to a nearby town to purchase Hemostatic Medicine, but when they arrived at the entrance of the Military Camp together, they were stopped.
The soldier informed them that it was General He’s order for Ye Chen to remain in the Military Camp to take care of Muer and not leave at will.
Seeing this situation, Pei Guanjing furrowed his brows slightly but said nothing more. He gently pulled Ye Chen aside and spoke softly, “Ye Chen, just go back. Tell me what you want; I’ll bring it back for you.”
With the New Year just around the corner, Ye Chen had just received three months' worth of military pay, but now he found himself with money yet nowhere to spend it.
“Master, could you bring me some snacks? Staying in the Military Camp means there’s very little food I like; I’m almost losing my taste for anything,” he replied.
“Alright.” Pei Guanjing agreed and said no more before turning to leave.
Once Pei Guanjing was gone, Ye Chen headed straight for Muer. Now that he entered He Mu Ming’s Main Tent without obstruction, it seemed he had gained He Mu Ming’s tacit approval. However, he could not leave the Military Camp; was it because He Mu Ming suspected that Xiao Feng’s disappearance was related to him or due to something between him and Pei Guanjing…?
“Ugh… Ugh…”
As soon as Ye Chen lifted the curtain, he saw Muer bent over by the bed, vomiting. He didn’t know what was wrong; Muer clutched his chest and couldn’t stop retching, but all that came up was sour liquid.
"What's wrong, Young Master Mu?" Ye Chen hurriedly stepped forward, gently patting his back with concern. "Did you eat something you shouldn't have?"
The medicine that Muer took was personally prepared by Pei Guanjing, so it shouldn't have caused such severe side effects.
Muer was retching as if he were about to expel his very insides. After he finished vomiting, his face turned pale as paper, and he lay weakly on the bed. With a trembling hand, he grasped Ye Chen's arm and asked in fear, "Am I going to die?"
"Don't think like that. You probably just ate something wrong. Let me check your pulse, and I'll know what's going on," Ye Chen replied, placing his fingers gently on the inner side of Muer's arm.
In an instant, a series of pulse signals danced at his fingertips, resembling raindrops, flowing with a hint of vitality like the melting snow of early spring, slowly surging from the veins.
This is… Ye Chen looked at Muer in disbelief, while Muer was equally frightened by Ye Chen's expression, thinking he must have a terminal illness.
"Am I… am I terminally ill?" Muer asked with a trembling voice.
"No, no, no," Ye Chen quickly shook his head, gently lowering Muer's wrist. His tone was slightly surprised as he said, "You're pregnant."
Pregnant?
The moment those three words left his mouth, not only did Muer freeze in shock, but even Ye Chen himself found the situation utterly absurd. Although he knew that Kun Ze could become pregnant, witnessing it firsthand and confirming it through pulse diagnosis was an entirely different matter.
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