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Though he spoke otherwise, his conscience was pricking him. Ye Chen was always distracted while preparing the medicine, nearly mixing up the ingredients. It was Pei Guanjing who, noticing the mistake, grabbed his hand and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Ah." Looking down, Ye Chen hurriedly picked up the misplaced herbs. "Ouch!"
Without thinking, his hand had plunged into the boiling water, scalded by the steam. Pei Guanjing's expression changed dramatically at the sight; without a word, he tightly grasped Ye Chen's hand and quickly led him to the water basin, submerging his hand to soak it.
Though he maintained a calm exterior, the worry in his eyes was unmistakable. Ye Chen silently allowed Pei Guanjing to hold his hand; the larger hand enveloped his wrist, leaving even a portion of his fingers exposed.
Pei Guanjing looked at the small hand pressed beneath his palm and paused slightly. He noticed that this hand seemed to have darkened considerably since he first arrived. The once pristine jade-like hands now bore numerous cracks, clearly a result of prolonged exposure to medicinal residues and corrosion.
How could a Kun Ze be so careless with his hands? Did he not know… Pei Guanjing intended to scold Ye Chen but found himself immobilized when their eyes met—those clear and bright eyes made him lower his gaze slowly, silencing him.
Forget it; how could he blame him? If he hadn’t insisted that Ye Chen grind these herbs daily, his hands wouldn’t have ended up like this.
He realized that no one had taught Ye Chen how to take care of himself while living in the countryside, which explained why his hands were so rough. It seemed he needed to find some time to learn how to nurture Kun Ze properly.
"Master, what's wrong?"
Noticing Pei Guanjing's somber demeanor, Ye Chen tentatively asked. He always felt that Pei Guanjing could be quite taciturn at times, leaving him guessing about what he meant based on the situation—quite perplexing.
"Nothing. Just be careful," Pei Guanjing replied slowly. "These herbs are for General He and his favored concubine; if mixed up, their effects could conflict."
"Oh, got it."
Ye Chen nodded as Pei Guanjing released his grip. The scent of pine lingered as he stepped back, leaving Ye Chen with an inexplicable sense of loneliness.
During these past few days of delivering medicine to He Mu Ming, Ye Chen had been looking for an opportunity to pass that seal to him.
However, no matter when it was, he never had a chance to be alone with He Mu Ming.
Even when there were few people around, Muer was always by He Mu Ming's side. Whenever Ye Chen glanced at Muer for too long, He Mu Ming would turn slightly to block him, signaling him to finish the medicine and leave quickly.
In this way, with words stuck in his throat, Ye Chen distinctly felt He Mu Ming's hostility. Eventually, He Mu Ming simply instructed him to deliver the medicine directly to the guards at the Main Tent and retrieve the empty bowls during his next visit.
After a week of delivering medicine, Ye Chen found himself back in the same state, having only met He Mu Ming two or three times.
It must be said that Tian Qian's resilience was astonishing; despite sustaining such severe injuries, he had nearly recovered.
One day, as Ye Chen went to retrieve the empty medicine bowl as usual, a sudden scream erupted from the tent: "Ah, you damn He Mu Ming! Let go of me, you bastard! Tengri will not spare a villain like you! How dare you..."
The rest of the words were drowned out by the commotion, leaving Ye Chen stunned.
The soldiers stationed outside He Mu Ming's tent, however, appeared much more composed. Clearly, they were accustomed to such occurrences.
Gathering his courage, Ye Chen asked, "Is this going to cause any trouble?"
The soldier almost rolled his eyes at him, wanting to tell him to leave quickly. Their general was already embarrassing enough; they couldn't afford to add to it. But the next moment, another round of heated arguments erupted from within.
"Let go!"
"What if I don't?"
"Muer!"
So that was his name—Muer. Just as Ye Chen learned this Kun Ze's name, the shouting inside escalated even further, more terrifying than his parents' arguments. The noise was so loud that anyone unaware might think an earthquake had struck.
"Ah, so this is your true self! You were deceiving me all along, pretending to be a little lamb when you're really a wolf!"
"Hmph! So what? Blame yourself for being foolish; that's why..."
With a loud crash, everything fell silent.
"Muer!" He Mu Ming shouted in panic. It was clear that something had gone terribly wrong inside.
Seeing this scene, the soldier who had been standing at the door with a blank expression, even somewhat numb, immediately turned and rushed into the tent. Ye Chen took advantage of the chaos to follow him inside.
Inside, the young boy from the Wolf Tribe, Muer, lay bleeding from the back of his head in He Mu Ming's arms. Scattered around them were wooden boxes and porcelain plates, indicating that he had suffered a head injury.
"General!" The surrounding soldiers stepped forward but were blocked by He Mu Ming.
He Mu Ming tore off his loose clothing to cover Muer's exposed calves, lifting him gently and placing him on the bed. He urgently ordered, "Quickly fetch the Military Doctor."
At that moment, He Mu Ming suddenly noticed Ye Chen standing awkwardly among the crowd.
"What are you doing here? Never mind, come over and check on Muer. Why isn't he waking up?"
Not waking up? He Mu Ming held Muer tightly in his arms, pressing his thumb firmly against Muer's philtrum, but there were still no signs of him regaining consciousness.
The situation was serious.
Ye Chen didn't dare to delay and quickly stepped forward, while the soldiers on either side made way for him.
Some soldiers went out to summon the Military Doctor, while others quietly stepped outside to continue their watch. They knew they lacked medical knowledge and couldn't save anyone; all they could do was fulfill their duties.
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