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Hua Yang let out a cold laugh, casually waving her wide sleeves adorned with gold thread, and said disdainfully, "If we manage to successfully capture the capital, then when you ascend the throne in the future, it will be just as easy to take Cangzhou. If we fail to capture the capital, why should we guard this place of Cangzhou for a treacherous rebel? The Wolf Tribe is merely a group of border savages; they are not a significant threat."
With deep schemes, sharp words, and ruthless actions, if she were not a Kun Ze, it would likely be her who sits on the supreme throne of this world one day.
Lou Yu raised his gaze to look at Hua Yang, his eyes reflecting an unreadable emotion.
After a long silence, he stood up and turned his back to her, saying, "I understand."
With that, the young man strode away without looking back. The sunlight stretched his shadow long, and his solitary figure appeared somewhat desolate.
Watching him leave, Princess Huaiyang lowered her gaze in contemplation.
The autumn breeze was not particularly biting, but it still carried a chill. Seeing that Pei Guanjing had rested enough, Ye Chen cautiously supported him and walked step by step toward the nearest village.
Now that Pei Guanjing was gravely injured, it was unwise for them to spend the night outdoors. Moreover, with the autumn chill lingering on them, if he caught a cold, the consequences would be dire.
Thus, Ye Chen helped Pei Guanjing out of the reeds and soon encountered a farmer's household. Ye Chen took out a few silver coins he had obtained from King Ren’s Manor and expressed his wish to stay for a few days until Pei Guanjing recovered and his subordinates came to escort them.
Since Pei Guanjing had preemptively claimed that Ye Chen was his wife, the farmer arranged for them to stay in a room.
As dusk approached, the farmer brought in a few bowls of plain tea and simple meals before leaving after giving some brief instructions.
Looking at the only bed in the room, Pei Guanjing turned his head awkwardly, unable to meet Ye Chen's eyes. Meanwhile, Ye Chen stared at the bed for a long time in silence.
Pei Guanjing thought Ye Chen was upset and hurriedly explained, "A Chen, I... I was worried that you might encounter trouble alone, so I said we were married. Please don’t be angry."
Ye Chen shook his head and said, "I’m not angry; it’s just that this bed is a bit small. Do you want to sleep outside or inside?"
Pei Guanjing did not expect that this young man was troubled by such a question. Could it be that he did not mind sharing a bed? But... they were not yet married; this could tarnish Ye Chen's reputation.
"Chen, I'll sleep on the low couch, you take the bed," Pei Guanjing said, not waiting for Ye Chen to respond before turning towards the narrow low couch in the corner. It looked quite shabby, both narrow and low.
Ye Chen glanced at the couch. It was so small that Pei Guanjing would have to curl up his legs to lie down, and there was no mattress on it, making it surely uncomfortable. Moreover, he was still injured; even Tian Qian shouldn't be subjected to such treatment!
"Come up here!" Ye Chen said as he sat on the bed, gently patting the blanket. "The bed is fine; we can both fit."
Pei Guanjing's hand, which was covering his chest wound, moved slightly as he raised his gaze to Ye Chen and smiled gently. "Then... I'll sleep outside, and you can sleep inside. That way, I can take care of you." As he spoke, Pei Guanjing stepped closer to the edge of the bed, his steps a bit unsteady.
Ye Chen pouted in disdain. "I'll sleep outside; you sleep inside. I might need to get up in the middle of the night."
At this, Pei Guanjing paused, a hint of surprise on his face. His Ye Chen was truly different from other Kun Ze. If it were any other Kun Ze, they would probably be blushing and shy at this moment; why was he so...
"Get up here!" Seeing Pei Guanjing standing still, Ye Chen pressed him down onto the bed and pointed to the inner side, saying firmly, "Sleep there."
A trace of barely noticeable amusement flickered in Pei Guanjing's eyes as he obediently followed Ye Chen's instructions and lay down on the inside. His long brows moved slightly as his glassy eyes quietly gazed at Ye Chen, filled with tenderness and affection.
Ye Chen raised an eyebrow and got off the bed to extinguish the candlelight. "It's getting late; you should sleep early since you're injured."
"Mm," Pei Guanjing replied softly.
For some reason, at that moment, he felt as if they had been married for a long time. This feeling of warmth swelling within him, tinged with sweetness, was elusive yet brought him immense joy.
Perhaps it was due to fatigue or his injuries; Pei Guanjing closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep, breathing steadily and evenly.
Meanwhile, Ye Chen found it hard to sleep for the first time sharing a bed with someone. He tossed and turned, staring up at the roof tiles.
The autumn night was cold and heavy with dew; the evening breeze rustled through the tiles, creating a gentle sound that was neither too loud nor too soft. Amidst this faint sound of wind moving, there seemed to be echoes of Ye Chen's own racing heart.
Ye Chen felt his heart pounding fiercely in rhythm with the howling cold wind outside the house.
Once again, he turned over, lying on his side as he quietly gazed at Pei Guanjing, who was peacefully asleep.
With his eyes closed, Pei Guanjing lacked the usual coldness in his expression, appearing instead somewhat approachable. Individually, his features were not particularly sharp; his facial lines were soft and smooth. Yet when combined, they conveyed an air of aloofness, making him seem distant and unapproachable.
By day, he resembled an immortal who had no connection to the mundane world; now, in the evening light with his eyes shut, he looked like a handsome and quiet ordinary man.
Pei Guanjing's profile showed a high nose bridge, and in the dim light, he resembled a towering mountain. Ye Chen found himself wanting to reach out and touch him.
After much internal struggle, Ye Chen extended his hand only to pull it back again, repeating this motion several times.
In the end, he dejectedly let his hand fall back down. Forget it; better not to touch him. If he did, Pei Guanjing might wake up and ask, “A Chen, why are you touching me?”
He certainly couldn’t say, “Oh, I thought you looked handsome and wanted to touch you!”
What would be the difference between that and being a lecher?!
Ye Chen silently lamented in his heart. Why did Pei Guanjing have to be so handsome? As a grown man, he felt led astray by him. Not liking women but instead being attracted to men—if his modern mother found out, she would surely faint from shock!
He decided it was best to calm down and try to sleep.
But just then, Pei Guanjing suddenly opened his eyes and turned onto his side.
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