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These past few days, Ye Chen has been in an exceptionally good mood.
He didn't know where Pei Guanjing heard that a master should give a red envelope to their apprentice. Of course, Ye Chen thought that if no one had told him, Pei Guanjing would never have known about it.
When Ye Chen is in a good mood, he particularly wants to treat himself to something delicious. The same goes for when he’s feeling down; eating something tasty makes his heart feel sweeter.
Ye Chen has always wanted to know how much he weighs now, but there isn’t a scale in the army. The small weights in the Medicine Hall are far too light to measure him. He estimates that at his current height of over one meter sixty, he must weigh over a hundred.
He wonders if it’s because of this body after his reincarnation; it seems like he was malnourished as a child, or perhaps he is still growing. No matter how much he eats, he doesn’t gain weight. Recently, whether eating from the communal pot or cooking for himself, he hasn’t put on any weight—except for one particular area.
Ye Chen looks down and glances at his chest, pouting slightly.
Fortunately, it only feels swollen and painful; it hasn’t continued to develop. The Medical Book states that male Kun Ze only produces milk from their mammary glands during pregnancy and lactation; at other times, they look no different from Zhong Yong. This thought eases his mind somewhat.
These days, he has to prepare the medicine in advance and distribute it to each soldier. By the end of the day, he often feels as if his whole body is falling apart from exhaustion.
Speaking of which, Ye Chen remembers Muer and plans to take some time in the next few days to observe his condition closely.
One day, Pei Guanjing was sorting herbs in the Medicine Hall. After mixing them in large quantities according to the proportions, he handed them over to Ye Chen for brewing.
The medicine storehouse was piled high with herbs, and one had to be especially careful not to knock anything over while walking. However, Ye Chen had been so tired lately that his limbs felt weak. While carrying several bundles of herbs without paying attention to his feet, he accidentally tripped over something on the ground.
Fortunately, the floor was covered with bundles of herbs that acted like natural cushions; falling wasn’t too painful. But when he got up, he unexpectedly felt a sharp pain in his chest that made him quickly cover it with his hand, curling his toes involuntarily.
At first, Pei Guanjing didn’t pay much attention when he saw Ye Chen fall; after all, there were so many bundles on the ground that he thought it wouldn’t be serious.
However, when he noticed Ye Chen sitting on the ground with his head lowered and not getting up for a long time, a sense of alarm struck him. He set down the herbs in his hands and hurried over.
As he approached Ye Chen, he saw him with his head bowed, hand pressed against his left chest, and shoulders slightly trembling.
Pei Guanjing was taken aback; he knelt down halfway and lifted Ye Chen's chin. What met his eyes was a pale face covered in fine beads of sweat. Ye Chen's lower lip was tightly bitten, almost leaving a row of teeth marks.
"Ye Chen," Pei Guanjing thought he might have injured his heart or ribs when he fell, and his anxiety grew. He quickly reached out to press on Ye Chen's chest, checking for broken ribs, and then moved to pull at his shirt to assess the injury.
At that moment, although Ye Chen's heart ached painfully, he was startled by Pei Guanjing's actions.
Was this considered an inappropriate advance? It shouldn't be, right? In Pei Guanjing's eyes, he was just a Zhong Yong.
Ye Chen hurriedly clutched his shirt tightly, trying to retreat as much as possible.
However, the ground was littered with burlap sacks, uneven and rough, leaving him nowhere to go. Moreover, Pei Guanjing was clearly much stronger than him; after struggling for a moment, his shirt was still pulled open.
To Pei Guanjing, the sight of the young man's smooth and delicate chest, as white as snow, seemed far from what a Zhong Yong should possess.
So when his hand brushed against it, the sensation felt like freshly pulled tofu from water—delicate and slippery, almost causing his fingers to slide off. For some reason, his heart trembled violently, a strange and unfamiliar feeling coursing through him.
He looked up at Ye Chen and found the boy completely stunned, frozen in place. His once-clear eyes now stared blankly at him, filled with disbelief.
His lower lip had turned a tempting shade of rosy red from being bitten earlier, looking particularly captivating.
Pei Guanjing found himself locked in eye contact with Ye Chen, momentarily forgetting to move his hand away from the boy's chest.
Ye Chen felt his mind go blank as he stared at Pei Guanjing, his gaze slowly drifting down to the hand resting on his chest.
Pei Guanjing's hand was beautiful—long and clean. Due to just having picked herbs, it carried a faint fragrance of medicine.
Under normal circumstances, he would have admired such hands. But now that they were on his chest, the context felt entirely different.
Could he scream? But what would a man scream about? Besides, he was currently presenting himself as a Zhong Yong; it wouldn’t kill him to be seen like this.
Even in such an awkward situation, Ye Chen found that he could remain calm. He didn’t immediately react to being inappropriately touched; instead, his mind raced as he analyzed what to do next. Finally, he swung his hand toward Pei Guanjing's handsome face and shouted loudly, "Get away!"
Screaming was absolutely out of the question. After all, his current identity was Zhong Yong, and there wasn't much formality between Zhong Yong and Tian Qian. Besides, they were both male; with their shared gender, exposing a bare chest didn't seem like a big deal.
Moreover, who was Pei Guanjing? He would surely become suspicious at the slightest hint of abnormality.
What Ye Chen didn't know was that Pei Guanjing genuinely thought he was injured, which was why he urgently tore open his shirt to check.
At just fourteen years old, Ye Chen's chest was flat and resembled Zhong Yong's; no matter how closely Pei Guanjing looked, he wouldn't be able to discern anything unusual at first glance.
So, Ye Chen took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, trying to calm his racing heart. As long as Pei Guanjing didn't examine him too closely, he wouldn't uncover his true identity.
Then he spoke slowly, making an effort to control his voice so it sounded as usual. "Master," he said while reaching out a hand to gently place it on Pei Guanjing's hand, attempting to move it away from his chest. "I'm fine; my ribs are okay, and my heart is fine too."
Deep down, Ye Chen was still scared. Having someone open his shirt to look at his chest was one thing; if he were truly Zhong Yong, it could be brushed off as a joke between men. But he was Kun Ze, and despite usually being carefree, this situation still mattered to him. His hand felt icy cold, devoid of warmth.
Pei Guanjing felt the chill of Ye Chen's hand resting on the back of his own. Then that hand gripped his tightly, trying to forcefully move his hand away.
In that instant, Pei Guanjing felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, bringing a moment of clarity back to his mind.
He looked down at the small, delicate hand holding onto his. His hand rested against the boy's snow-like chest.
A faint scent of Haitang Fragrance wafted from the exquisite figure before him. Pei Guanjing's heart jolted; his Xin Xiang began to stir as well. But soon he realized something was off and forcibly suppressed it—all of this happened in the blink of an eye.
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