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Like the hot charcoal delivered by a cold wind, Ye Chen lifted his head upon hearing a nod from Pei Guanjing, finally daring to stand up.
This moment felt like a command, and Ye Chen had been waiting for it. His Master had come to support him!
As soon as he heard the voice, Ye Chen hurriedly scrambled to his feet, determined not to falter at such a critical moment.
However, excitement often leads to mistakes.
In his haste to stand, Ye Chen accidentally stepped on the hem of his own clothes.
With a loud thud, he fell straight back down.
Fortunately, there was a blanket on the ground, so the fall wasn’t too painful, but the embarrassment was enough to make Ye Chen wish he could disappear into a crack in the earth.
Though he kept his head down and didn’t dare look at Pei Guanjing or He Mu Ming’s expressions, he knew their gazes were filled with astonishment and disbelief.
Sure enough, laughter echoed above him.
It was General He’s laughter—brief yet resonant in the empty tent, making Ye Chen feel particularly uncomfortable, as if it mingled with the sound of him grinding his teeth in frustration.
After He Mu Ming finished laughing, the sharpness in his eyes softened, while Pei Guanjing looked at Ye Chen sprawled on the ground with a hint of surprise, momentarily at a loss for words.
Ye Chen didn’t want to stay down; he simply felt too ashamed to face anyone.
However, this fall was not entirely a bad thing.
The tense atmosphere between Pei Guanjing and He Mu Ming, which had been charged with hostility, dissipated in an instant due to his comical tumble.
He Mu Ming picked up the long sword beside him and stood up with ease. He was tall and robust, his bronze skin radiating the aura of someone seasoned in battle.
Turning to Pei Guanjing, He Mu Ming said, “Guanjing, you truly have a gem of a disciple. With someone like him around, your daily life must be quite entertaining. However, Guanqing, you still owe me an explanation regarding Muer. I need to ask Ye Chen a few questions privately. Rest assured, I won’t harm him; I just need to inquire about a few matters.”
After speaking, he cast a meaningful glance at Ye Chen, who was still on the ground.
As he passed by, He Mu Ming deliberately lowered his head and spoke in a low yet clear voice, “Tomorrow, come to my tent. Regarding Muer, I have some things I need to personally interrogate you about. Do you have any objections?”
Ye Chen quickly shook his head, his voice small but firm. “No, I will… go, General He.”
He thought to himself that since He Mu Ming had promised not to take action in front of Pei Guanjing, someone of such stature would surely disdain breaking his word. A visit wouldn’t cost him much.
After He Mu Ming left, Pei Guanjing’s gaze on Ye Chen grew heavier.
At that moment, the Medicine Hall was empty, yet Ye Chen felt as if the very air around him was mocking him. He wished he could dig a hole in the ground and bury his head in it, never to come out again.
Suddenly, a hand reached out towards him.
It was a slender and delicate hand, with neatly trimmed nails that glimmered softly like its owner, Pei Guanjing. No matter when or where, he always appeared so gentle and composed. Yet Ye Chen knew well that this man also harbored a ruthless side within him.
Ye Chen felt too ashamed to look up at Pei Guanjing, let alone shake his outstretched hand. He simply pressed his lips together tightly, silently getting up from the ground and quietly tidying up the dishes on the table—leftovers from the late-night meal he had begged from Chef Wang in the canteen.
Finally, he lowered his head and pushed a dessert toward Pei Guanjing, his voice barely above a whisper, like a mosquito buzzing. "Master, this is for you. I'm leaving now. Good night." With that, he almost fled, turning away in a hurry, his steps so frantic that he nearly tripped over himself.
Throughout it all, he didn't dare to glance at Pei Guanjing even once.
Hearing the sound of the door curtain being lifted and then dropped behind him, followed by Ye Chen's footsteps fading away into the snow, Pei Guanjing finally looked up with a faint smile.
"Such stubbornness."
The next day, Ye Chen approached He Mu Ming with a sense of trepidation.
To his surprise, He Mu Ming was not as hostile as he had been the previous night; instead, he treated Ye Chen with unexpected politeness, wearing a somewhat courteous smile. This eased Ye Chen's previously taut nerves just a bit.
As for Muer's departure, all evidence corroborated Ye Chen's account, and the matter was left unresolved. However, this was merely a facade of calm on the surface. For a military commander to use his soldiers to search for an escaped favored concubine was bound to tarnish the image of the army.
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