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Upon hearing the news of Muer's pregnancy, He Mu Ming hurried back to the Main Tent just minutes after Ye Chen had taken her pulse, as if he had installed an invisible camera there.
He strode into the Main Tent, his gaze immediately fixed on Muer, completely ignoring Ye Chen's presence. Noticing this, Ye Chen instinctively took a few steps back to give them space.
He Mu Ming rushed to the bedside, plopped down, and tightly grasped Muer's hands. His eyes were slightly red, and his voice trembled with excitement as he looked at Muer's abdomen and asked eagerly, "Is it really true?"
Muer shyly lowered her head, her voice soft as a whisper. "I'm not sure yet; we still need Doctor Liu to take a look."
Hearing this, He Mu Ming's expression softened a bit. He turned to Ye Chen, his gaze scrutinizing. "You took her pulse and said that young master Mu is pregnant?"
Ye Chen quickly stepped forward, respectfully explaining, "Yes, General. But my skills are lacking; whether this conclusion is accurate still requires Doctor Liu's diagnosis."
He Mu Ming nodded slightly, his eyes lingering on Ye Chen as if weighing the credibility of his words.
Before long, Doctor Liu arrived in a hurry. With his rich experience, he swiftly took Muer's pulse and soon reached the same conclusion as Ye Chen.
Looking up with a congratulatory smile, Doctor Liu said, "Congratulations, General. young master Mu is over a month pregnant now, but the pregnancy is still unstable. She needs to rest carefully; we must not be careless."
Upon hearing this, He Mu Ming was overjoyed and immediately ordered rewards of ten taels of silver each for Doctor Liu and Ye Chen. Afterward, both Ye Chen and Doctor Liu exited the Main Tent together.
Once they left, inside the Main Tent, He Mu Ming pulled Muer tightly into his embrace, his voice filled with joy and tenderness. "Muer, did you hear that? You are carrying our child."
Muer nestled shyly against He Mu Ming's chest, gently clutching the fabric of his clothing. With affectionate eyes, she asked, "General, do you think this child will be a Tian Qian or a Kun Ze?"
Without hesitation, He Mu Ming replied, "I think it Submissive ld be a Tian Qian. He will definitely grow up stronger than I am and become a formidable man."
Upon hearing this, Muer released her grip and sat up from his embrace. She tilted her head slightly and pretended to pout in mock anger. "Can't it be a Kun Ze? Must he follow in your footsteps to fight in battles and make me worry like you do?"
He Mu Ming looked at Muer in this state and suddenly chuckled. Now, Muer truly regarded him as his support, which was why he could playfully tease him without any reservations.
He Mu Ming wrapped his arms around Muer from behind, resting his chin gently on his shoulder, and said softly, "No matter whether this child is Tian Qian or Kun Ze, he is our child, and I will love him unconditionally. It's just that in this chaotic world, becoming Tian Qian will allow him to protect himself better."
Hearing He Mu Ming's explanation, a smile unconsciously crept onto Muer's lips, his eyes curving like a crescent moon, radiating a gentle glow.
Seeing this, He Mu Ming couldn't help but lean closer to his cheek and whispered affectionately, "Muer, we will always be together, never to part."
"Of course we will be together. Are you planning to abandon me, General?" Muer was slightly taken aback by He Mu Ming's sudden declaration of love and instinctively turned to look at him.
The two were very close, almost touching noses, their lips nearly brushing against each other. Muer gently pushed back a little, creating a few centimeters of distance between them, his gaze carrying a hint of playful reproach.
Looking at the obedient and charming Muer before him, He Mu Ming felt a sudden jolt in his heart. He silently murmured to himself, I don't want to lose you; I'm just afraid that when your memories return, you will disdain who I am now and decisively abandon me.
He didn't dare to hope that such warm and sweet days would last a lifetime; he could only enjoy this hard-won happiness like a cautious thief, fearful that one misstep would shatter this beautiful dream.
Recently, there were very few matters in the Medical Camp as everyone in the Military Camp was busy preparing for the New Year. Although they were stationed at the border, some still hung red couplets at the entrance of their tents.
Some of the couplets were written by the soldiers themselves; their handwriting was crooked but each stroke was filled with longing for family and anticipation for the New Year. Everyone wrote them personally, and no one criticized anyone else's writing.
That night, Ye Chen sat cross-legged beside the brazier in Pei Guanjing's compartment, stretching out his hands to warm them by the fire.
Pei Guanjing had been away for two days and was expected to return today since it was New Year's Eve.
Pei Guanjing's room was larger than his and fully furnished; the brazier burned more warmly there. The temperature had dropped sharply these past few days, making him wish he could wrap himself up like a ball and just roll wherever he needed to go.
The clay pot on the table continued to emit steam, bubbling away as Ye Chen listened to the rhythmic sound of the boiling water while turning his hands over the fire pit.
Bored to the extreme, he found himself daydreaming. What if he took a brush, smeared some oil on his hands, and roasted them back and forth like that? With a sprinkle of seasoning, he could just pick up his own hand and take a bite. Hmm, he wondered what that would taste like.
After indulging in such whimsical thoughts for a while, the crunching sound of footsteps on the snow finally reached his ears from outside the tent.
The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow; even in such deep snow, the person walked as if strolling leisurely in a moonlit courtyard.
Without a doubt, it had to be Pei Guanjing. In the entire Military Camp, there was no one else who could walk with such a gentle and composed demeanor.
Ye Chen hurriedly scrambled up from beside the fire. Just as he stood up, Pei Guanjing had already lifted the tent flap and entered.
As usual, Ye Chen stepped forward to take Pei Guanjing's black cloak as he removed it and hung it on a nearby wooden rack.
However, today, throughout this process, he did not raise his head to look at Pei Guanjing nor did he say a word.
Without the usual cheerful greeting from his little apprentice who would run over with a bright smile and say, "Master, you’re back," Pei Guanjing suddenly felt a bit unaccustomed.
Pei Guanjing looked down at Ye Chen.
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