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As the weather gradually warmed, tender grass sprouted anew, filling the air with a vibrant vitality.
Recently, Ye Chen discovered a secret that left him at a loss for words—he seemed to be developing.
While it was perfectly normal for boys to go through development, the direction his changes were taking was something he simply could not accept; his pectoral muscles began to ache.
The first time he noticed it, Ye Chen felt as if the sky was falling. What on earth? Others transmigrated as powerful heroes, but here he was, turning into a feminine figure!
He dared not consult Pei Guanjing about this and could only secretly search through Medical Books. Finally, among Pei Guanjing's pile of Medical Books, he found the answer to his predicament.
It turned out that this was a sign of some high-quality Kun Ze development, and such signs did not distinguish between genders. Although he wouldn’t become overly endowed, it would still be different from Zhong Yong or Tian Qian; it would become soft and squishy, feeling like a lump of tender flesh when touched—completely different in sensation.
At that moment, Ye Chen felt that some people appeared to be alive but were already dead inside; wasn’t that just him?
In the past few days, Ye Chen had been unable to muster any energy for work, feeling utterly listless. Even when delivering medicine to Muer, he stood by the bedside with his head down, silent as a stone.
Muer found this quite strange. In the past, whenever something novel occurred, Ye Chen would be the first to share it with him. But now he seemed so despondent, lacking any trace of his usual lively self.
“Is it really dull in the army lately? Why do you look so downcast? Has someone been bullying you?” Muer asked softly, cradling the medicine bowl in his hands and taking small sips while looking at Ye Chen with concern.
Ye Chen glanced around and noticed there was no one else in the Main Tent. He plopped down across from Muer and sighed, “Ah, it’s nothing. It’s just that my master has been testing me on my recitations again; I feel like my head is going to explode.”
Muer chuckled upon hearing this; so it was just a dislike for reciting! He didn’t like it either; previously his brother had made him…
Suddenly, fragments of memories flashed through Muer’s mind. He abruptly clutched his head as pain surged through him, causing the medicine bowl in his hands to fall with a loud crash onto the carpet.
“It hurts so much, Ye Chen… my head…” Muer pressed tightly against his head, burying it deep into his embrace.
Seeing this scene, Ye Chen hurriedly stepped forward and helped him lie down on the bed. What was going on? Could it be that he remembered something?
Ye Chen lowered his voice and asked, “Did you… remember something?”
Muer slowly released his grip, and the intense pain in his head quickly faded away. He looked at Ye Chen with a bewildered expression. “Do I have an older brother?”
“Uh…” Ye Chen hesitated, unsure of how to respond. After a brief pause, he said, “You do have an older brother, but he was killed by bandits while doing business in Lan Prefecture. He is no longer with us.”
This was something that neither He Mu Ming nor Pei Guanjing had mentioned before, but now, to stabilize Muer’s emotions, he had to tell a small lie. After all, Kun Ze, who was carrying a child, could not be upset.
Upon learning that Muer had suddenly experienced a headache today, He Mu Ming rushed over once again. As soon as he entered the tent, he wrapped Muer in his arms. Muer nestled against He Mu Ming's chest like a little bird and looked up at him, her voice soft and tender. “General, do I… do I have a brother who has been killed by bandits?”
As she spoke, tears welled up in Muer’s eyes, glistening but stubbornly refusing to fall. Her deep features and sculpted face appeared even more stunning under the shimmering light of her tears.
He Mu Ming immediately glanced at Ye Chen, who held his breath and nodded slightly, silently praying that He Mu Ming would understand his hint.
Receiving Ye Chen’s signal, He Mu Ming quickly nodded in response. “Madam, before… the bandits were too rampant; your brother… is no longer here.”
Hearing this, Muer could no longer hold back; large tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes. She clutched tightly to He Mu Ming's clothing and buried her face in his embrace, crying so hard that she could hardly catch her breath. Anyone who saw it would feel heartbroken.
Ye Chen inwardly cursed; Muer was starting to regain her memories now, but she was only four months old. If she fully recovered her memories during this time, given her previous relationship with General He, she would definitely refuse to keep the child at all costs—there might even be a tragic outcome for both.
When Ye Chen left the main tent, He Mu Ming had already managed to lull Muer to sleep.
The two of them appeared to be a harmonious couple on the surface, but their relationship was built on lies and deception. It was uncertain how long this facade could last.
“Come here,” He Mu Ming glanced at Ye Chen before striding towards the open space behind the tent.
Ye Chen hurried to catch up. When they arrived at their destination, He Mu Ming stopped and said, "The Crown Prince's last known location was at the Mountain God Temple. I've verified this; there's no doubt about it. But..."
He Mu Ming turned back, his gaze sharp as a blade as it swept over Ye Chen. "Did he tell you where he was going after that?"
Ye Chen's heart tightened, and he stammered, "I—I truly don't know. All I know is that the Crown Prince was gravely injured at the time and couldn't have gone far. After that, he might have stayed in a village along the border of Lan Prefecture and Cangzhou to recuperate, perhaps."
He Mu Ming withdrew his gaze, clasped his hands behind his back, and turned away. "Alright, I understand. You can go now. Until I receive specific news about the Crown Prince, I won't let you leave. However, your life isn't in danger; you can stay in the Military Camp for now."
"… Yes." Ye Chen understood that preserving his life was already a fortunate outcome. He Mu Ming likely spared him because of Pei Guanjing being his master and Xiao Feng's mysterious disappearance.
What if one day… Xiao Feng returned? Would his master still be able to protect him then?
Unconsciously, Ye Chen's heart began to lean more towards Pei Guanjing.
Watching the young man’s retreating figure, He Mu Ming felt increasingly restless. The Hidden Fragrance Pill that Xiao Feng had taken could only last for a year at most. If he remained hidden among the crowd as Zhong Yong, it would indeed take time to uncover him. But if a year passed, wouldn’t Xiao Feng’s situation become even more perilous?
Ye Chen's expression didn’t seem like that of a liar; he genuinely appeared unaware of Xiao Feng's final whereabouts.
Where could an injured person possibly go? The nearby towns and villages had already dispatched people to search discreetly one by one, yet there was still no sign of him.
Where on earth had he gone?
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