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Leaving General He's Main Tent, Ye Chen hurried back to the Medicine Hall, starting to prepare the Ginseng. As he fanned the flames and brewed the medicine, he couldn't help but ponder how Kun Ze had ended up in General He's tent.
By the time he brought the medicine to He Mu Ming's bedside, Lou Yu had arrived.
Lou Yu quietly approached Ye Chen, noticing that Ye Chen kept glancing at a young man not far away. He raised an eyebrow and whispered, "Why do you keep looking at him? That's General He's beauty; are you trying to get yourself killed?"
Though Lou Yu's voice was low, it struck Ye Chen like thunder, sending a chill down his spine.
Their subtle movements caught the attention of Pei Guanjing, who was checking He Mu Ming's pulse. He glanced at them without changing his expression and then gently placed He Mu Ming's hand back under the covers.
"He's not in serious danger; the general will wake up today. Just avoid exerting yourself for a few days while the wounds heal," Pei Guanjing said as he straightened up.
"Thank you, Doctor Pei," everyone expressed their gratitude.
Doctor Liu, being older, had returned to the Medical Camp early. Apart from Ye Chen, everyone present held military ranks. After thanking Pei Guanjing, he offered a simple nod before leaving with Ye Chen.
Before exiting the Main Tent, Ye Chen found himself unable to resist glancing at the young man a few more times.
Recalling Lou Yu's whispered words and realizing they were alone with only Pei Guanjing walking ahead, he felt a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
Pei Guanjing's long strides outpaced Ye Chen's two steps for every one of his. Ye Chen hurried to keep up beside him, his medicine box swaying gently at his waist with each step.
"Master, do you know who that bound person in General He's tent is? He doesn't seem like one of us Heavenly Enlightenment People; he looks more like a Wolf Clan Member. Could he be the assassin who tried to kill General He?"
As they walked through the bustling Military Camp, members of the Patrol Team occasionally passed by them. Ye Chen suppressed his voice and stood on tiptoe to speak closer to Pei Guanjing's ear, making his movements appear somewhat comical.
Pei Guanjing slowed his pace to let the Patrol Team pass before focusing on Ye Chen with a calm expression. "Yes and no."
"Huh? What do you mean by yes and no?"
Ye Chen's face was filled with confusion; Pei Guanjing's ambiguous response left him baffled. However, Pei Guanjing showed no intention of elaborating further, maintaining a stern expression as he continued walking ahead.
From Ye Chen's perspective, there was no visible change in Pei Guanjing's demeanor, yet he sensed that something was bothering him.
Night fell quickly, enveloping the entire Military Camp in darkness like a rising tide.
He Mu Ming's eyelids fluttered slightly, and Feng De immediately stepped forward.
"General, are you awake?"
He Mu Ming slowly opened his eyes and looked around, his gaze landing on Feng De's bearded face. He shifted his eyes, searching until he finally spotted a familiar figure not far from his bedside.
The boy glared at He Mu Ming with a fierce expression, resembling a wolf cub, but his tender, fair face made the fierce glare seem more like the impotent rage of a lamb.
He Mu Ming found it amusing. Covering his wound, he slowly got up with Feng De's help and bent down to meet Muer's gaze.
The soldier guarding Muer had already left discreetly at Feng De's signal.
"Woo～┗|｀O′|┛ Awo～～"
He Mu Ming couldn't help but laugh, reaching out to remove the cloth that was gagging Muer.
"General!" Feng De reached out to stop him, but it was too late.
"He Mu Ming, you bastard! Why didn’t you die? You should just go die!"
Muer's words barely registered with He Mu Ming; they sounded like beautiful melodies to him. The corners of He Mu Ming's eyes crinkled as he couldn't help but smile softly.
Meanwhile, Feng De turned away, covering his eyes and muttering to himself about how he couldn't bear to watch. How could the general have taken a liking to such a little brat?
"He Mu Ming, why won't you just die? What are you still living for? Just go die!"
Muer's mouth had been gagged for so long that it was now ringed with red marks. He angrily opened and closed his mouth, and the motion somehow appeared strangely enticing in He Mu Ming's view.
In the next moment, He Mu Ming reached out with a large hand, swiftly gripping Muer's chin like an eagle's claw. The force was so strong that it forced Muer's mouth shut instantly, leaving him unable to utter another word.
Muer's eyes widened in fury and frustration, burning with a fire that fixated on He Mu Ming.
"You are impressive, but unfortunately, you're just a bit lacking."
He Mu Ming's voice was low and gravelly, as if it were being squeezed from deep within his throat. He narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a complex mix of emotions—part admiration, part regret.
Sensing that the upcoming scene might be inappropriate, Feng De discreetly stepped out of the Main Tent. As he walked away, he signaled to the soldiers stationed outside, instructing them to take a few steps back and advising, "Pretend you didn't hear anything."
The soldiers understood immediately, retreating a few steps while feigning indifference, standing guard as if they were completely unaware of what was about to unfold inside the tent.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" Muer's chin was firmly grasped by He Mu Ming's large hand, forcing him to pucker his lips and mumble incoherently.
"What do you think I'm going to do?" He Mu Ming suddenly let out a light laugh, tinged with an irresistible dominance.
Before Muer could respond, He Mu Ming pressed his lips against Muer's red ones and kissed him without hesitation.
"Mmm..." Muer struggled fiercely, trying to break free from the forceful kiss. Unfortunately, his hands and legs were tightly bound to the post, leaving him unable to move; the only thing he could still use was his mouth. In a fit of anger, he clenched his teeth and bit down hard on He Mu Ming's lip.
Instantly, blood trickled from the corners of their mouths, glistening under the dim light like a stark contrast against the shadows.
He Mu Ming raised his gaze, an unusual glint flashing in his eyes. He extended a finger to gently wipe away the blood at the corner of his mouth. It seemed that this act of defiance had ignited an even greater desire for conquest within him as he kissed Muer with renewed fervor and wild abandon.
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