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Pei Guanjing moved swiftly along the tracks left by Lou Yu and his group, employing his lightness skill to maintain a distance of over a hundred meters from the team.
Thus, every move made by Ye Chen was clearly within his sight.
That night, although he had not sensed Kun Ze's Xin Xiang on Ye Chen, he had already sent someone to investigate Ye Chen's true identity. As expected, while Lu Ying was indeed real, the person was not.
To have a genuine Lu Ying crafted by officials in the capital for the purpose of concealing one's identity indicated that Ye Chen was backed by a more formidable force.
Pei Guanjing couldn't help but ponder whether Ye Chen's encounter with him at Sun Family Village was merely coincidental, intended to dispel his suspicions. But why, after entering the Military Camp, did Ye Chen not disguise his appearance and instead present himself to Pei Guanjing in this very form?
Ye Chen had managed to fake his death and had Lu Ying as an identity cover; he also seemed to know a thing or two about that person's escape route. Could it be that some sort of deal had been struck between him and that individual? Was this why Pei Guanjing had been unable to find Xiao Feng in the Military Camp lately—because Xiao Feng had already sent Ye Chen to deliver a message to General He?
At this point, these were merely speculations that required further verification. Now that Ye Chen had left the Military Camp, it was highly likely he was going to inform Xiao Feng.
During this time, Pei Guanjing had been secretly observing Ye Chen, never allowing him close to He Mu Ming's Main Tent. Yet Ye Chen seemed unhurried, remaining steadily at Firehead Camp.
Could it be that he was overthinking? Regardless, he must keep a close watch on Ye Chen this time.
Pei Guanjing stood atop a treetop, peering down through the gaps in the leaves. He saw those fallen refugees along the roadside and couldn't help but curl his lips into a slight mocking smile.
It seemed that the letter sent to Feng Zhengyang had indeed convinced this fool.
If there were really gold mines near Moon-Grasping River, would it fall to him? Did he not think for himself? How could he dare to touch something that even his adoptive father hadn't?
Pei Guanjing narrowed his eyes slightly, a glint of coldness flashing through them as he continued observing the movements below, calculating his next steps.
The situation in Tianqi was complex; every detail within each state could affect his plans. And Ye Chen was undoubtedly just one of many ordinary pieces on the board.
Yet no matter how ordinary the opponent might be, Pei Guanjing would not allow even the slightest error in his meticulously devised scheme.
Hidden in the shadows, Pei Guanjing quietly watched as Lou Yu directed soldiers to distribute half of their rations to those refugees. He couldn't help but snort coldly; a prince heir had the leisure to care about the lives and deaths of these commoners.
As Crown Prince Yong, Lou Yu was indeed different from those noble sons in the capital who only sought pleasure and fame. He once held a place of respect in their eyes.
However, that was in the past.
Now, he showed no concern for his biological father, who was under house arrest in the capital, yet he had the time to care for these refugees with no blood ties to him. It was hard to tell whether this was a manifestation of great love for the world or an act of unfilial disregard for his father.
Pei Guanjing's expression remained calm, his gaze deep. As he pondered these thoughts, the refugees unexpectedly knelt in unison before Lou Yu's departing figure.
Even after Lou Yu and his group had vanished from sight, they remained on their knees for a long time before slowly rising to leave.
Witnessing this scene, a hint of barely perceptible confusion crossed Pei Guanjing's cool features. His long brows furrowed slightly, and a flicker of contemplation passed through his profound eyes. But soon, he silently smiled, the corners of his mouth lifting gently as he uttered a few words: "How interesting."
With that, he shook his head slightly, as if finding the affairs of this world always filled with surprises and absurdities. Then he turned away, his figure disappearing into the dappled shadows of the trees.
As they reached the border between Cangzhou and Lan Prefecture, Ye Chen spotted the dilapidated temple from a distance.
It stood quietly there, appearing somewhat lonely in the vast twilight.
Ye Chen's gaze fixated on the temple, wondering if Xiao Feng was still there and if he should find an opportunity to meet him and clarify things.
Lost in thought, Ye Chen heard Fu Gui's voice calling from behind: "Ye Chen, come help with dinner!"
At the sound, Ye Chen quickly snapped back to reality, responding promptly as he hurried toward the cooking area.
It was not wise to eat too much at night. They fetched water and washed the wild vegetables they had gathered by the roadside before putting them into a pot to simmer. They added some broken rice as well.
The group gathered around the pot, watching as the soup bubbled and steam rose. Before long, the Wild Vegetable Soup was ready; everyone served themselves a bowl to barely fill their stomachs.
If Lou Yu hadn’t given their rations to those refugees during the day, they wouldn’t be in such a state of hunger now. Perhaps everyone felt resentment toward Lou Yu but no one dared to voice it first; thus, some began to murmur quietly among themselves.
A soldier furrowed his brow as he sipped his Wild Vegetable Soup, muttering, "I don't see the point in giving rations to those Refugees. They can't march or fight. Even if we give them food, without land to cultivate, they'll just starve to death sooner or later."
Another soldier chimed in with a sigh of resignation, "Yeah, from Cangzhou to Lan Prefecture's Huaiyang County, at the pace those people move, it would take them at least ten days or half a month. By the time they get there with the little food we've given them, they'll probably be dead from hunger. It's just a waste of provisions."
At that moment, another soldier lowered his voice and said with a mysterious air, "Hey, what do you think the relationship is between Lou Yu and Princess Huaiyang? He even wrote to her asking her to take in those Refugees."
Hearing this, several of them exchanged knowing smiles. One person wore a mischievous expression and said sarcastically, "Haha, you don’t think it’s one of those scandalous relationships, do you?"
As their conversation continued, their words became increasingly crude, filled with vulgar speculation and mockery.
Ye Chen sat quietly in the corner, listening to their discussions. He frowned slightly, holding his bowl of soup without speaking.
He felt it was inappropriate for everyone to gossip like this behind someone's back. Just as he was about to speak up and put a stop to it, he hesitated and ultimately lowered his head again, continuing to sip his Wild Vegetable Soup. The bland broth tasted even more flavorless at that moment.
In some ways, they were right; distant water cannot quench immediate thirst.
Giving food to these people only alleviated their temporary plight; it did not solve their long-term needs.
Without land, farmers would inevitably starve.
That statement was indeed a truth.
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