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Ye Chen quickly raised his hand, gesturing a few centimeters above his head, and excitedly said, "Yes, Master! I've grown so much taller, and you only just noticed!"
Pei Guanjing looked at him with a half-smile, slightly nodding, a faint glimmer of light flashing in his deep-set eyes. "You have indeed grown taller."
That evening, the news of Lou Yu's report soon reached Ye Chen's ears.
It wasn't for any other reason; it was simply because General He had actually come to find him in person.
A general commanding tens of thousands of troops, who spent his days not worrying about military affairs, was now busy running around looking for a wife. Wasn't that just idleness? If Muer wanted to leave, then let him go. He had done those underhanded things himself; didn't he have any awareness of that? How could he place all the blame on Ye Chen?
Though Ye Chen cursed He Mu Ming a thousand times in his heart, he dared not show any dissatisfaction on his face.
Seeing He Mu Ming enter Pei Guanjing's tent, he hurriedly approached with respect to serve tea, saying, "General, Master has gone out and probably won't be back for a while."
"No matter," He Mu Ming replied lightly. "I came here to find you."
He cast a casual glance at Ye Chen, his gaze landing on the tea cup on the table without making any move to touch it.
Ye Chen's hand trembled slightly as he poured the tea, but fortunately, he reacted quickly and didn't spill any. He quickly set down the teapot and obediently stood to the side, feeling anxious as he hurriedly explained, "General, I... that day Young Master Mu knocked me out and left. I truly know nothing about his escape!"
He Mu Ming did not respond immediately but sat quietly in the chair, his gaze piercing as he fixed it on Ye Chen as if trying to see through him.
Ye Chen felt a chill run down his spine under that intense stare; cold sweat broke out at the back of his neck. It was clear that He Mu Ming was doing this on purpose. Did he not understand Ye Chen's status? Besides, how could someone from the Heavenly Enlightenment People possibly stand with the Wolf Tribe or Kun Ze?
In the tense atmosphere, it wasn't long before Pei Guanjing returned. He surveyed the scene in the tent, seemingly unfazed, and simply nodded at He Mu Ming, saying, "General He."
"Mm." He Mu Ming responded in a similarly indifferent tone.
After exchanging greetings, Pei Guanjing took a seat next to He Mu Ming. He Mu Ming raised an eyebrow at this but chose not to comment further.
"Did you come here regarding Young Master Mu?" Pei Guanjing asked, lifting the cup of tea that Ye Chen had poured earlier to his lips for a gentle sip before placing it down again with elegant composure.
"Indeed. Muer has been suffering from amnesia; how could he suddenly regain his memory? Moreover, the last person he saw before leaving was Ye Chen, who has been taking care of him for these past few months. Who else could have conspired with Muer to escape the Military Camp?" He Mu Ming's voice gradually rose, his anger becoming more palpable.
Ye Chen felt intimidated by his imposing presence and dared not meet his gaze, lowering his head instead, his heart racing.
Pei Guanjing listened intently, his brow slightly furrowing. With a calm demeanor, he said slowly, "What about the spies who infiltrated the Military Camp a few days ago? They are all members of the Wolf Clan, and they spent quite some time in the Main Tent—long enough for that Prince Mu to conspire with them, wouldn't you agree?"
He Mu Ming turned sharply to look at Pei Guanjing.
Pei Guanjing's expression remained as tranquil as still water, devoid of any ripples. However, upon closer inspection, one could notice his gaze occasionally drifting toward Ye Chen.
He Mu Ming suddenly let out a cold laugh. "What my esteemed nephew says does hold some truth. However, any conspiracy requires living accomplices. Those spies have already been dealt with; who in the army could assist Muer now? And among those who could help him, who else bears the greatest suspicion but him?"
With that, He Mu Ming abruptly stood up, his movements crisp and decisive, exuding a fierce aura honed from years on the battlefield. He extended a hand and pointed directly at Ye Chen with his index finger, his chilling gaze sending shivers down one's spine.
He then fixed his intense stare on Ye Chen, the overwhelming pressure of his presence making it impossible for Ye Chen to lift his head.
Ye Chen felt a deep sense of bitterness in his heart. He Mu Ming was clearly looking for trouble, and now he had to deal with him.
Under the immense pressure exerted by He Mu Ming, Ye Chen's legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed to the ground. A significant part of this fear stemmed from He Mu Ming's overwhelming presence.
After all, standing nearly two meters tall, He Mu Ming loomed over him, casting an invisible weight that was hard to ignore.
Ye Chen's body trembled slightly as he unconsciously clenched the hem of his clothes, his head bowed low, not daring to make a sound.
At that moment, the temperature inside the tent dropped to an extreme low, and the embers in the fire pit barely emitted any warmth.
Seeing this, Pei Guanjing suddenly stood up and stepped forward to block He Mu Ming's cold gaze. He spoke softly, "Ye Chen, get up."
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