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In the afternoon, before Ye Chen could step into the Medical Camp, he was once again pulled by Pei Guanjing to General He's Main Tent, where it was said that General He had reopened his wound.
Ye Chen trudged along behind Pei Guanjing, carrying a medicine box with little energy. He had no idea whether General He’s wound was truly open again, but he felt as if he might burst from the pressure.
Upon entering He Mu Ming's Main Tent, Ye Chen found him awake, sitting on the edge of the bed. It seemed there was someone lying beneath the covers on the bed inside.
The person was obscured by the blanket, making it impossible to see their face. However, a faint fragrance of Snow Lotus wafted from beneath the slightly shifting covers. Ye Chen could confirm that this was Kun Ze from the Wolf Tribe, who had previously been tied up in He Mu Ming's tent.
"Thank you for your trouble, Guanjing. You've really gone above and beyond this time," He Mu Ming said with a polite smile directed at Pei Guanjing.
It appeared that He Mu Ming and Pei Guanjing were old acquaintances. During their conversation, Ye Chen heard Pei Guanjing refer to He Mu Ming as "Uncle." It turned out that the Regent had shared a life-and-death bond with He Mu Ming in their youth, though for reasons unknown, they now found themselves separated and ruling over their respective territories.
Noticing Ye Chen beside Pei Guanjing, He Mu Ming smiled and asked, "Guanjing, is this your chosen disciple?"
He Mu Ming's smile seemed somewhat unexpected, causing Ye Chen to feel uneasy. Was this a sign of disdain? Instinctively straightening his back, he discreetly assessed He Mu Ming.
Pei Guanjing bowed respectfully and replied, "Yes."
He Mu Ming's gaze fell on Ye Chen; it was somewhat heavy. After a moment's pause, he continued, "He is Zhong Yong, isn't he?"
Before Pei Guanjing could respond, Ye Chen quickly answered, "Yes, General. I am Zhong Yong." He lowered his head slightly in a humble manner but subtly raised his eyes to gauge He Mu Ming's reaction.
He Mu Ming waved his hand, and the soldiers guarding the tent stepped back. In an instant, only He Mu Ming and the master-disciple duo of Pei Guanjing and Ye Chen remained in the tent—oh wait, there was also Muer hidden beneath the blanket.
"I have a beloved concubine who is quite mischievous. A couple of days ago, she accidentally injured me, which turned into quite the joke, much to the amusement of Pei Xianzhi," He Mu Ming said casually, as if recounting an inconsequential matter. If it weren't for the deadly wound he had seen on his chest earlier, Ye Chen might have truly believed it was just playful banter.
"General He, this person is a member of the Wolf Clan. Even if you need Kun Ze, you can..." Pei Guanjing attempted to persuade him.
He Mu Ming raised his hand to stop Pei Guanjing, a playful smile appearing on his face. "I do enjoy such beauties; after all..." As he spoke, one hand pressed down on the blanket, causing the figure beneath it to struggle even more violently. "This is what makes it interesting."
Seeing that persuasion was futile, Pei Guanjing's gaze drifted calmly over to him, and he asked with a tranquil expression, "General He, are you dismissing others because you have something to discuss?"
At these words, He Mu Ming turned to look at both Pei Guanjing and Ye Chen. The smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a serious expression.
"I am nearly forty this year but still have no descendants. With the recent turmoil in the military, I fear I may not live long enough to leave a bloodline for my family. I only wish to leave a memory for my wife and mother back in the capital; I want a child to accompany them," He Mu Ming said slowly. "I wonder if Pei Xianzhi could help Muer with her health so that she can conceive soon."
Throughout his speech, He Mu Ming's gaze remained fixed on the person beneath the blanket. Muer, bound within it, had red eyes and was biting down on a cloth strip, her shoulders trembling as she silently cried.
As for Ye Chen beside them, he was already wide-eyed in shock, his heart churning with turmoil. Wasn't this just the behavior of a rogue bandit who abducts women? Indeed, one cannot resonate with the thoughts of ancient people; this was nothing but robber logic.
In He Mu Ming's mind, Muer was not a citizen of Tianqi but rather a prisoner—a trophy for him to dispose of as he pleased. To him, Muer's greatest value lay in bearing his offspring. A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy like Kun Ze was in the prime of health; any child born at this time would likely be either Tian Qian or Kun Ze.
Pei Guanjing and He Mu Ming showed no emotional fluctuations; to them, this seemed perfectly normal. But in Ye Chen's eyes, it was utterly terrifying.
If one day he found himself without a legal identity and exposed Kun Ze's status, would it be worse than death? Ye Chen instinctively clenched his fists as waves of fear and unease surged within him.
After Pei Guanjing and He Mu Ming reached an agreement, they arranged for Ye Chen to deliver two doses of medicine to the Main Tent each day: one for He Mu Ming’s recovery and another for Muer’s health restoration.
Although Ye Chen now had more opportunities to interact with He Mu Ming, he felt no happiness at all.
Were the silent ones also part of the trafficking gang?
Ye Chen had been keeping his promise to Xiao Feng in mind. He was calculating that when the right moment came, he would hand the seal over to He Mu Ming. Perhaps, in consideration of the seal, He Mu Ming would grant him a favor and allow him to leave this place of troubles.
As for Kun Ze, how much ability did he have to save him?
In this era, it was enough to just take care of oneself.
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