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Ye Chen felt a dull heaviness in his head, likely due to the fever and injuries. As he walked, his steps felt unsteady and light, as if he were floating.
On his hurried way to the entrance of the Military Camp, many people inside turned their gazes toward him, as if they had seen a sheep accidentally wander into a den of wolves.
The increasingly strange looks from those around him made Ye Chen feel uneasy. He dared not delay for even a moment, tightly clutching his collar to minimize the scent emanating from Xin Xiang.
Fortunately, Pei Guanjing had applied some ointment on him earlier, and the mixed aromas made it difficult for anyone to discern the exact smell.
Finally arriving at the entrance of the Military Camp, he was unsurprisingly stopped by the guards.
The soldier at the gate stared at Ye Chen for a while before finally recognizing him. With an incredulous expression, he asked, “What happened to your face? Did someone hit you?”
Ye Chen presented his token, relieved that it was in order. However, the guards seemed intrigued and insisted on chatting with him. Anxious to leave, Ye Chen casually replied, “Uh, it was Master who did it. The Medical Camp is short on supplies lately, so Master sent me to town to buy some.”
The soldier at the gate was taken aback. Pei Guanjing usually maintained a calm demeanor with everyone and was considered easygoing, so it was surprising to hear that he had been so rough with his disciple.
After checking the token, the soldier handed it back to Ye Chen and patted him on the shoulder, saying with a sigh, “Being a disciple isn’t easy. By the way… what’s that smell? It’s like the fragrance of Haitang.”
As the soldier leaned closer to Ye Chen, a strong wave of Haitang fragrance surged up his nose, mingling with the scent of medicine and becoming particularly overwhelming.
Startled, Ye Chen quickly withdrew the token and stepped back a few paces. He hurriedly explained, “It’s just from the medicine pouch I made earlier; I put some Haitang flowers in it. If you like, I can bring you some next time.”
The soldier waved his hand dismissively and chuckled, “No need for that. I’m just a rough guy; I wouldn’t know what to do with such delicate things. You keep them for yourselves.”
Fortunately, he was not further troubled. After exchanging a few words, the soldiers let Ye Chen go.
Ye Chen let out a long sigh of relief and hurried toward the nearest town. Although he still had injuries on his legs, as long as he could hire a carriage, he would be free to go wherever he wanted.
He weighed the rewards he had received over the past six months from He Mu Ming and Pei Guanjing, along with his monthly military salary, which amounted to more than twenty taels of silver. This money was enough for him to buy a house in the countryside and live a stable life.
However, after walking only a few miles, Ye Chen suddenly felt his head burning even more intensely. The surroundings were desolate, and he had no way to seek help as darkness approached. In desperation, he turned and ran toward a nearby forest.
In this forest, there were many hunters, and Ye Chen quickly found a temporary shelter built by one of them. He hurried inside.
Not long after he entered the hut, dark clouds suddenly gathered in the sky. Lightning streaked across the heavens like blades, followed by deafening thunder that seemed capable of shattering the entire world.
The sudden noise startled Ye Chen so much that he nearly fell off the wooden bed.
Watching the worsening weather, he got up to light the firewood in the brazier and stuffed some kindling under the wooden bed to prevent himself from falling during the night.
After doing all this, Ye Chen sat on the wooden bed and gradually noticed that his cheeks involuntarily flushed with two deep shades of red. The increasingly strong scent of Haitang Fragrance wafted from him. At the same time, he felt something unusual in his body; his lower half became uncomfortably muddied.
At that moment, Ye Chen suddenly realized something was wrong.
"Damn it!" He cursed inwardly; his Rain Dew Period had arrived. He could clearly feel that this time, he was truly about to experience an emotional surge.
This was the first time he would face such a surge since becoming Kun Ze.
Due to long-term medication suppression, he was uncertain whether he could safely endure this Rain Dew Period. He had read in a Medical Book that some Kun Ze, especially those who were unmarried, would suffer greatly after each Rain Dew Period, as if they had lost half their lives.
Although the Hidden Fragrance Pill still had more than ten days of efficacy left, it suddenly became ineffective. If he had a bit more time, he might have been able to experiment and develop his own formula for the Hidden Fragrance Pill. Fortunately, just after leaving the Military Camp, the Rain Dew Period erupted, sparing him from causing greater trouble within the camp.
Ye Chen collapsed onto the wooden bed, feeling as if his head was about to explode from heat. Every part of his body burned with an intense heat, especially in a certain hidden corner that felt like it was on fire, constantly leaking with desire.
His lips were cracked and his mouth parched. He had rushed out without bringing any water.
Outside, the rain intensified, pouring down in torrents. Large raindrops pounded against the ground, splashing tiny droplets everywhere; a few even landed on Ye Chen's face. Sensing a bit of coolness, Ye Chen immediately clung to it like a lifeline.
He struggled to roll off the wooden bed, bracing himself on the ground as he painfully crawled to the edge of the puddle at the door, allowing the rainwater to drench him. The refreshing coolness provided some relief to his increasingly heated body, easing his torment just a little.
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