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Ye Chen, having obtained the candied chestnuts, instantly cast aside thoughts of the New Year preparations.
He eagerly pulled out a chestnut, skillfully peeled it, and placed it in his mouth, savoring the familiar taste that felt like a long-lost friend.
After eating a few, Ye Chen suddenly remembered his companion, Pei Guanjing, and carefully peeled a few more, gently placing them in a bowl. With both hands, he offered them with a smile as warm as the spring sun, saying, “Master, you should try some too.”
That simple yet bright smile was infectious, bringing an involuntary sense of joy to those who beheld it.
Pei Guanjing responded with a soft “mm,” his voice carrying a subtle warmth. He accepted the chestnuts and lowered his head to begin eating.
During the cold days, Ye Chen enjoyed making a clay pot dish, tossing in whatever ingredients he had on hand. It was convenient and ensured that each bite was steaming hot, providing immense satisfaction.
At this moment, across the swirling steam rising from the pot, the master and disciple sat facing each other quietly, enjoying their meal in silence.
Though there were no words exchanged, the tranquil atmosphere was particularly heartwarming.
After dinner, unlike his usual hurried departure, Ye Chen swiftly cleaned up the dishes on the table. He meticulously wiped down the surface with a cloth before opening an Oiled Paper Bag and placing it on the table.
He loved to linger after meals, cracking sunflower seeds or peeling walnuts and chestnuts; for him, it was an ultimate pleasure.
Since arriving in this strange world, he hadn’t experienced such leisure in a long time. So today, he decided to indulge himself as a reward for his hard work over the past period.
Glancing at Pei Guanjing sitting nearby, engrossed in a Medical Book, Ye Chen’s eyes sparkled with delight as he quietly approached. After peeling another candied chestnut, instead of eating it himself as usual, he gently offered it to Pei Guanjing with a bright smile and said, “Master, here—have some more.”
When Ye Chen smiled, his eyes narrowed into slits; his fingers holding the chestnut were pale and delicate. He resembled a tender willow sprouting by a lakeside in early spring, radiating vitality.
Pei Guanjing’s gaze slowly shifted from the chestnut to Ye Chen’s hand.
He noticed that the frostbite on Ye Chen's hand had significantly improved compared to before. It seemed that he had been diligently using the ointment Pei Guanjing had given him.
Pei Guanjing’s gaze continued along Ye Chen's hand and gradually moved up to take in his whole figure.
As the two sat facing each other, Ye Chen, still young and with short arms, leaned forward to pass the chestnuts to Pei Guanjing, propping his elbow on the table, looking quite adorable.
Pei Guanjing observed the boy's slender waist and thin frame, slightly furrowing his brows. He was still too thin; he would need to make sure Ye Chen got more nourishment in the future.
Ye Chen continued to hold up the chestnut, urging with a bright smile, "Master."
Pei Guanjing reached out to take the chestnut, inadvertently brushing against Ye Chen's fingers.
Those fingers were icy cold, almost devoid of warmth.
Pei Guanjing's frown deepened. "Why are your hands so cold?"
Ye Chen shrugged it off, retracting his hand to peel more sugar-roasted chestnuts without looking up. "It's fine. I'm just sensitive to the cold; my hands and feet get icy every winter. It'll be better when it warms up." He then eagerly tossed a freshly peeled chestnut into his mouth.
The sweet and soft taste made Ye Chen squint in satisfaction, his face glowing with happiness.
From that point on, Ye Chen was completely immersed in the joy of peeling and eating chestnuts, too preoccupied to glance at Pei Guanjing. He kept his head down, repeating the motions of peeling and stuffing his mouth.
Watching him so content, Pei Guanjing couldn't help but let a slight smile creep onto his lips.
Yet behind that smile, Pei Guanjing pondered silently. He needed to come up with a remedy for Ye Chen's cold hands and feet; starting tomorrow, he would have him take medicine to properly adjust his health.
Recalling the secret message from his adoptive father received earlier at the base, Pei Guanjing glanced at Ye Chen again, his gaze now tinged with complexity.
He truly wondered how much longer they could stay at the Medical Camp.
Once Xiao Feng's matter was fully resolved, he would send Ye Chen back home.
Now that King Huai'an Liu Jin had allied with his adoptive father, it was time for Ye Chen to return to where he belonged. As soon as Xiao Feng appeared, there would be no reason for Ye Chen to remain here; it would be best for Kun Ze to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible.
The New Year has passed, and Ye Chen has grown another year older; he is now truly fourteen. Compared to when he first arrived at the Military Camp, he has grown about two centimeters taller.
Looking at the notches carved into the wooden frame of the tent that record his height, Ye Chen feels a sense of accomplishment. Good, he has grown taller. However, in Pei Guanjing's eyes, Ye Chen still looks like a short Dou Ya that hasn’t fully grown.
Recently, for some unknown reason, Pei Guanjing initially wouldn’t let Ye Chen use the bathwater he had washed in, claiming that he needed medicinal baths due to internal injuries and that he required a period of treatment each year.
As a result, in the following days, Pei Guanjing began using the bathwater that Ye Chen had used.
But just a few days later, Pei Guanjing said that the medicinal herbs were precious and it would be a waste to let them go unused. He instructed Ye Chen to bathe first and then he would use the water afterward.
Though Ye Chen was puzzled, he complied. Recently, he only needed to focus on taking care of Muer, so he returned to the tent earlier than Pei Guanjing. There were no scheduling issues, and this arrangement didn’t seem to pose any major problems.
However, as he looked at the dwindling number of pills in his small jade bottle, Ye Chen grew increasingly anxious. There were only three pills left in the bottle; at most, he could only hold out for another three months.
Ye Chen considered asking He Mu Ming about whether the general had found the prince yet. But when the thought crossed his mind, he hesitated. What if the prince had been found? Wouldn’t He Mu Ming have no reason to keep him alive?
He pondered back and forth until his head felt ready to explode, yet he couldn’t come up with a good plan.
At that moment, Muer was already over two months pregnant.
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