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The moonlight in Lan Prefecture was particularly cold, casting a chilling glow on the ground.
In the distance, a cold wind swept over the sand dunes, stirring up a whirlwind that lifted the sand slowly into the air.
A pair of dark blue cloth shoes stepped onto the sandy earth, appearing in an unoccupied area of the Military Camp's tents.
Pei Guanjing shook his robe, and a shadow emerged behind him.
"Reporting to Young Master, King Huai'an has received the grand gift you sent," Mo Sheng materialized like a ghost from Pei Guanjing's shadow.
"What did he say?" Pei Guanjing turned around. "Did you inform him about Xiao Feng's current situation?"
Mo Sheng replied, "Everything is as you instructed, Young Master. King Huai'an said that as long as his son Ye Chen can be safely delivered to Chongzhou, he will withdraw from this grand scheme and will not obstruct us."
"Will not obstruct?" Pei Guanjing chuckled lightly. "Does he think he can easily withdraw now that he's involved? Since he has chosen a side, there’s no need to sit back and reap the benefits while watching from afar. Tell him that as long as he cooperates with our actions this time and provides convenience by allowing the army to pass through Chongzhou, I will return his son."
Mo Sheng's expression grew troubled. "Young Master, but Ye Chen is already dead; we can't even find his body. How can we negotiate with King Huai'an? Moreover, how can he trust us to mobilize troops for such a significant matter?"
At this point, Pei Guanjing recalled the young man from earlier in the day.
They were so similar; although they had only met briefly under the moonlight, his memory could not be mistaken. Even if Xin Xiang was not him and Lu Ying was not him, why did they share the same name? He could hardly believe there was no hidden agenda behind it.
"Did you thoroughly check on that young man named Lu Ying during the recruitment?"
"My subordinate confirmed that there are no issues with Lu Ying."
Pei Guanjing's narrow eyes darkened slightly as he gazed at the flickering lights coming from the tents in the distance, blinking subtly without revealing any emotion.
"Alright, you may leave. From now on, do not come back to the Military Camp unless necessary; stay in the capital to assist my adoptive father. The capital is currently facing many troubles and needs manpower; Mo Yu is enough here."
Mo Sheng's pupils constricted at once. "But what have I done wrong for Young Master to want to dismiss me?"
"Don't overthink it; you've done well. Just leave."
With that final remark, Pei Guanjing resolutely turned away, his white robe stretching long under the bright moonlight as his retreating figure was obscured by a hazy glow.
When he returned to the Canteen at the camp, Fu Gui and others had already heard about what happened by the bonfire that night. They eagerly pulled Ye Chen aside for questions, and even Chef Wang came over to join in on the excitement.
"Ye Chen, you're still young, so you can't learn from those dubious characters in the Military Camp. Even if Lou Yu is a vice commander, he holds no real power, and besides, he comes from a distinguished background in the capital. Once the war is over, those aristocratic families won't take in someone like Zhong Yong."
"Yeah, Ye Chen, we see you and Lou Yu together all the time. When are you two going to develop feelings for each other?"
Ye Chen's face darkened.
He felt as if he were being lectured by his parents about early romance.
With the soul of someone in their twenties, Ye Chen reached out and pressed down on both of them, speaking earnestly, " Chef Wang, Brother Fu Gui, how can you think that? Lou Yu and I could never be that kind of relationship! We're both men, and besides, his mind is always on food. What we have is a pure revolutionary friendship—uh, no, a friendship based on sharing meals."
Fu Gui and Wang Xiangzi exchanged glances. "Really?"
"Absolutely! You can trust me on this. Even if I'm Zhong Yong, I don't have to be interested in Lou Yu that Tian Qian guy. Can't I find a beautiful Zhong Yong wife instead?"
In the end, after Ye Chen's earnest explanations, they finally believed him. Seeing that it was late, Wang Xiangzi said his goodbyes and returned to his own tent.
As soon as Chef Wang left, the other guys in the Canteen swarmed around Ye Chen's bedding like a hive of bees, examining him from every angle.
"Hey, how come I never noticed before that you're actually quite good-looking!"
"What are you talking about? Since Ye Chen joined the Canteen on the first day, hasn't he been our flower among rough men?"
Ye Chen: "…"
Watching Ye Chen's fair fingers tightly gripping a corner of his bedding, one person laughed and said, "Look at this! Ye Chen is definitely different from us rugged guys; even his hands look like Kun Ze's—so delicate."
"Oh really? You've touched Kun Ze's hand?"
"…"
Listening to their banter, Ye Chen treated it as nonsense and smiled awkwardly. Eventually, Fu Gui couldn't stand it anymore and pushed them back to their own bedding. "Go back to sleep; it's getting late." Only then did they stop teasing Ye Chen.
Ye Chen felt helpless as he extended his hand out from under the bedding to take a closer look. His hands had indeed improved quite a bit since he entered the Military Camp half a month ago; they had been slightly frostbitten before but were now almost healed thanks to his careful treatment.
During the day, it was no wonder those Tian Qian had taken an interest in him. Men are creatures who think with their lower halves; combined with drinking deer blood, it was natural for them to notice someone with a bit of charm like him.
Ye Chen carefully took out a small porcelain vial from his pocket. After confirming that everyone was asleep, he discreetly poured out a pill from inside and swallowed it in the dark.
What Submissive ld he do? Half a month had passed, and he hadn't even seen General He. It seemed that the task assigned by Xiao Feng was impossible to complete, but he couldn't leave either. He wondered if he would meet a terrible fate if he were discovered as a deserter.
There were only ten pills left in the small porcelain bottle. At the current rate of consumption—one pill every twenty days—along with the possibility of unforeseen circumstances, he could stay in the Military Camp for at most six months. If, after six months, he still hadn't completed his task, would Xiao Feng still be waiting for him at the Mountain Temple?
However, given how well Xiao Feng was dressed, he probably wouldn't continue waiting for him at the Mountain Temple. Besides, that place was cold and drafty; with his injuries, he Submissive ld find a better location and contact someone else. He couldn't pin all his hopes on just one person.
Sighing, he decided not to think about it anymore. His head hurt; it was better to sleep!
Ye Chen pulled the blanket over his head, closed his eyes, and quickly fell into a deep slumber.
Moments later, the Canteen was filled with the sounds of snoring, and Ye Chen's heavy breathing joined in.
Suddenly, from the pitch-black space above him, a bony hand reached down, glimmering faintly with a cold light as it gently caressed his face.
The hand radiated warmth as it glided down his smooth cheek and slid to his Adam's apple. Then, the palm opened wide and grasped Ye Chen's neck in mid-air.
Deeply asleep, Ye Chen remained oblivious to the danger, instead smacking his lips as a suspicious droplet rolled down to the corner of his mouth.
The almost perfect hand traced along Ye Chen's neck for a while before finally withdrawing.
The shadow brought its hand to its nose and sniffed before taking a moment to rise and leave the Canteen.
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