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Pei Guanjing told him to bring his belongings and come along. Ye Chen thought for a moment; he had very little to take with him, nothing particularly valuable, so he simply slung his bag over his shoulder and stepped outside.
The cold wind blew sharply, while the night was gentle and cool as water. A slender crescent moon hung high above, casting a silvery glow.
Pei Guanjing's tall and elegant figure was shrouded in a thin mist under the moonlight, as if veiled in a layer of mystery that made him hard to read or understand.
Ye Chen hurriedly caught up with him, the sound of his footsteps drawing Pei Guanjing's attention. Pei Guanjing slowly turned around, scrutinizing Ye Chen from head to toe.
The slender boy appeared frail, slightly hunched over, standing only at Pei Guanjing's waist. Ye Chen occasionally stole glances at him, his furtive movements revealing a hint of cleverness and cuteness, much like a cautious little animal.
"Um, Doctor Pei, where am I going to stay? It's late at night; it wouldn't be good to trouble others," Ye Chen asked softly, shrinking his neck a bit, his voice tinged with anxiety.
"You're not troubling anyone; you'll stay with me," Pei Guanjing replied in a calm tone.
"Huh?" Ye Chen suddenly looked up, meeting Pei Guanjing's gaze. From the look in Pei Guanjing's eyes, he realized that the man was not joking. After all, someone of Pei Guanjing's status would not bother to make such jokes.
"I... with you?" Ye Chen still found it hard to believe and confirmed once more.
"Yes, starting today you will be my apprentice, learning from me and staying in my tent," Pei Guanjing stated firmly with a serene expression.
"Ah?"
Ye Chen stood frozen in place, his mind racing as he pondered Pei Guanjing's true intentions. But before he could sort through his thoughts, Pei Guanjing had already reached out and taken the bag from Ye Chen's shoulder, holding it in one hand as he strode toward his tent.
Pei Guanjing walked with long strides, thanks to his exceptionally long and straight legs. Ye Chen hurriedly followed behind him, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the intertwined shadows of the two on the ground.
As he walked behind Pei Guanjing, their shadows initially appeared mismatched—one long and one short—but at the end of the shadows, they miraculously aligned.
Ye Chen seemed to have discovered something amusing. Once he stepped out of Pei Guanjing's shadow, he began to deliberately step on his shadow as he walked.
Ye Chen was unsure why Pei Guanjing wanted him to live together, but he knew in his heart that it couldn't be as simple as just wanting to take him as a disciple.
Before long, Pei Guanjing led him into his living quarters.
To Ye Chen's surprise, his tent was as spacious as those of the other Medical Camp apprentices. It was even cleverly divided by screens and wooden boards, creating two separate living spaces. It seemed that this was a temporary residence constructed specifically for him by Pei Guanjing.
The ground was covered with brightly colored woolen carpets that were soft and warm, making it very comfortable to walk on. The tent was furnished with tables and furniture, everything appearing neat and orderly. Pei Guanjing did not seem like an ordinary Military Doctor; he looked more like an important superior being well treated during an inspection of the military.
Noticing Ye Chen's curious gaze wandering around the tent, Pei Guanjing quietly approached from behind. He slightly bent down, leaned close to Ye Chen's ear, and gently exhaled a warm breath while speaking in an ambiguous and low voice, “I heard you say earlier that I have a hidden ailment?”
The last two words were spoken in a hushed tone, almost as if he were whispering directly into Ye Chen's ear, carrying a subtle sense of pressure.
Ye Chen's face instantly flushed red. Unable to hold back, he abruptly pushed Pei Guanjing away and took two steps back until his back hit a high stool.
“Um, Doctor Pei, I was just joking! I didn’t mean to scare anyone. Besides, you’re not that petty, right? We’re all men here; it’s just some playful banter,” Ye Chen explained in a flustered manner while inwardly lamenting how he couldn’t control his mouth.
Though he didn’t want Pei Guanjing to take it seriously, he knew that falsely accusing him would not be easily forgiven by someone of his status. However, there was nothing he could do now; after all, Pei Guanjing was a man of rank and authority who had inexplicably become his Master. There was no way for him to resist this situation.
A sudden spark of inspiration seemed to ignite within Ye Chen. His eyes sparkled under the light as he looked up and said, “Master, let me pour you a cup of tea. We mustn’t be careless with the apprenticeship ceremony; I, your disciple, will pay my respects.” With that, he quickly adjusted his demeanor, a sweet smile spreading across his face.
The boy's smooth actions caught Pei Guanjing off guard, and he couldn’t help but let a subtle smile tug at the corners of his mouth.
Pei Guanjing didn’t stop him. Ye Chen quickly scanned the surroundings, confirmed the location of the tea set, and skillfully picked up the silver pot from the table. He poured a cup of tea for Pei Guanjing, raised it high with both hands, and with a decisive “thud,” knelt gracefully before him. In a loud voice, he proclaimed, “Master, please accept this bow from your disciple.” After speaking, the boy respectfully bent forward, holding the tea cup steadily, his forehead nearly touching the ground.
Pei Guanjing found the scene amusing. This kid must think he was about to be reprimanded, which was why he hurriedly bowed to him as if fearing that he would be dealt with if he hesitated.
In truth, he was still afraid of him.
For a moment, time seemed to freeze, and the atmosphere grew slightly tense. Ye Chen held the cup aloft, trembling slightly from nervousness and cold; his fingertips were turning red from the chill.
Pei Guanjing’s gaze fell on those crimson tips and then unconsciously drifted to Ye Chen’s eyelashes, which curled gently upward as he bowed his head. A strange feeling surged within him. What was happening? He was the one who had taken this boy as his disciple, yet now it was also him who hesitated to accept this cup of tea.
Could it be that he truly was as petty as this kid thought? That he had no intention of letting him off easy?
That simply wouldn’t do.
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