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"Hurry, faster!"
If he could just go a little faster, he would escape this hell, a place where shame was etched all over him.
Muer stealthily evaded the gaze of the crowd in the night. The moonlight spilled over his exquisite, deep features, highlighting his high nose and sharply defined lips. His azure eyes were filled with fear and determination, dominating his expression.
Suddenly, a calloused hand reached out from a tent ahead in the Military Camp and yanked Muer inside. Qingshan quickly covered Muer's mouth with one hand while wrapping the other tightly around his waist, guiding him behind the camp leader with swift and gentle movements, narrowly avoiding the patrolling soldiers.
Muer did not struggle; a familiar scent of fresh grass flooded his senses, reaching him faster than the hands that held him. It was the fragrance of Xin Xiang that lingered on Qingshan.
Once the patrolling soldier moved on, Qingshan slowly released his grip, his hand trembling slightly but landing perfectly beside Muer. His voice was filled with guilt and urgency. "Sixth Prince, I am late to your rescue."
Muer's eyes instantly reddened. Since he had gone missing on the battlefield between the Wolf Tribe and Tianqi, this was the first time he had heard the familiar language of the Wolf Tribe. He turned slowly to see Qingshan's deep gaze, his brown eyes fixed intently on him.
Qingshan was a mixed-blood of the Wolf Tribe and Tianqi, having endured humiliation in the Wolf Tribe since childhood. Muer had noticed him at a slave auction.
That day, fourteen or fifteen-year-old Muer walked into the slave market draped in a white fox fur coat, exuding noble grace as he strode confidently forward. He spent lavishly, instantly surrounded by slave traders who ushered him into the fighting arena. There, Qingshan lay wounded as Tian Qian warriors fought brutally, blood pouring from his gaping wound as he awaited death. In a daze, he saw Muer approaching like an ethereal being descending from heaven.
"How much for him? I want him." Muer's clear voice rang out, forever changing Qingshan's fate.
He transformed from a despised slave into the personal guard of the Sixth Prince.
From then on, Qingshan attracted envy from many young nobles of the Wolf Tribe who admired Muer. They schemed against him both openly and covertly, seeking to end his life. But Qingshan paid them no mind; what troubled him was how that once radiant being had become what he was now.
The boy before him had lost all light in his eyes; instead, hatred and resentment took their place. Muer reached out and gently brushed away the dirt from Qingshan's face; his fair hand became instantly soiled.
"Qingshan, why are you here? Where is my brother? Did he come too?"
Qingshan carefully held Muer's hand and said, "The Wolf King is engaged in a fierce battle ahead and has not come here; he only sent his shadow guards to assist. I will take you away from here immediately."
"Alright."
This place was not suitable for lingering. Qingshan led Muer through the Military Camp, navigating the twists and turns. As descendants of the Wolf Tribe raised in the snowy mountains, they possessed an inherent fearlessness in the face of danger. They took advantage of the rushing currents flowing through the Military Camp and followed them downstream to reach the nearest town.
Just as they left the confines of the Military Camp, a horn sounded within, only to stop shortly after.
It seemed that He Mu Ming had discovered Muer's escape.
Muer lowered her gaze, struggling to remove her heavy armor, which was soaked with water. Seeing this, Qingshan quickly stepped forward, steadying himself as he took the armor from her hands and swiftly tossed both their armors into the river.
At that moment, Qingshan froze. He noticed the slight curve of Muer's abdomen and the Heavenly Mandate on the back of her neck. Without the armor's scent to mask it, Muer's original fragrance of Snow Lotus was now tinged with a hint of wine—a mark left by Tiangan.
Qingshan's eyes widened in shock, his heart racing as he hurriedly supported Muer's swaying form. Swallowing hard, he asked, "Your Highness, you…"
Muer scoffed coldly, "I was bitten by a dog."
The two arrived at a farmer's house that Qingshan had arranged in advance.
To avoid being captured by He Mu Ming, Qingshan had already informed the farmer that they were herbal merchants from Tianqi. Due to Qingshan's mixed heritage, traveling between places was relatively convenient; this task had also been entrusted to him by Muer's brother, Mu Heze.
On the first day he received the mission, Qingshan arrived in Tianqi and forged an identity. By the third day, he took advantage of a recruitment opportunity to enter the Military Camp and successfully pinpointed Muer's location. However, he never expected that Muer had been defiled by He Mu Ming and was now pregnant—her condition already showing signs of three months along. If she were to terminate the pregnancy, she would undoubtedly suffer greatly.
As expected, after changing into dry clothes, Muer coldly instructed from behind a screen, "Go buy me an abortion pill—one that is most effective and acts quickly. Hurry!"
Qingshan paused for a moment before gently advising, "Your Highness, it is already late; the city gates will not open until tomorrow morning. I can go into town first thing in the morning to buy the medicine—would that be alright?"
Muer clenched the bed tightly with both hands, holding back for a long time before slowly exhaling, "Alright."
All along, Qingshan had always complied with Muer's requests, but this time, he could not agree. How could he bear to watch the prince harm his own body? Therefore, he replaced the abortion pills with the slowest acting medicine that would cause the least harm to the body.
Early in the morning, the farmers greeted him, and Qingshan smiled back, claiming it was medicine to help the prince regain his strength, dispelling everyone's doubts.
Only by returning to the Wolf Tribe could he obtain the medicine to remove the marks. In Tianqi, Kun Ze could not wash away the marks, and this type of medicine was considered forbidden. Moreover, given their current identities, they had no access to the secret medicines within the sighing realm.
"Any news?"
From early morning, Qingshan had gone into the city to gather information. Upon learning that Muer had left the Military Camp with a child, He Mu Ming immediately sealed off the passages between Tianqi and the Wolf Tribe and dispatched multiple teams to inspect each individual at the City Gate.
Listening to the intelligence brought by Qingshan, Muer calmly drank down the medicinal soup. In the past, he had detested taking medicine without sugar or honey and would never have consumed such a large bowl. But now, Muer was no longer the willful person he had been six months ago.
He glanced at Qingshan standing beside him and continued to ask, "Where did you get this news? I've been in Tianqi's Thief Military Camp for almost half a year; why did it take you so long to find out about me?"
Since that night when he was captured by He Mu Ming, Muer was no longer the lofty Sixth Prince of the Wolf Tribe.
His figure was slender like a reed, and under the sunlight streaming into the room, his delicate and deep features appeared even paler. His high nose and lips as thin as cicada wings were now pressed tightly together. Reduced to He Mu Ming's plaything and seen merely as a tool for bearing children as a Kun Ze, this was the greatest humiliation he had ever endured in his life.
During the first month in the Military Camp, Muer waited daily for news from the Wolf Tribe. Eventually, he could no longer hold on and accidentally lost part of his memory.
During his amnesia period, He Mu Ming shamelessly declared that Muer was his husband. He had always thought that Central Plains people valued etiquette highly; however, He Mu Ming's actions undoubtedly revealed the true faces of these hypocritical moralists.
Despite the twists and turns, two days ago, Muer received a secret letter from the Wolf Tribe at his window. He coordinated with them and took advantage of Ye Chen coming alone to successfully escape after knocking him out.
What surprised Muer was that it was Qingshan who came to rescue him.
A slave who, despite failing to protect his master, not only escaped death at the hands of his brother but was also entrusted with a rescue mission.
Muer was filled with confusion, but right now, the priority was to rid himself of the unwanted child within. Only then could he return to the Wolf Tribe. In the Wolf Tribe, losing one's reputation could be forgiven, but bearing a child of the Heavenly Enlightenment People was undoubtedly a great disgrace.
"It seems he is a Military Doctor from He Mu Ming's Military Camp, said to have come from the capital," Qingshan said, frowning slightly as he pondered.
"From the capital?" Muer furrowed his brow, his stunningly beautiful face lost in thought.
After a moment, it seemed he had come to a realization; the corners of his mouth lifted slightly as he let out a cold laugh. "So, even within Tianqi there are constant disputes. Truly a pack of dogs biting each other." As he spoke, Muer casually swept aside the empty medicine bowl next to him, which shattered on the ground with a sharp crack. Almost immediately, a dull pain began to throb in his abdomen.
Muer did not want Qingshan to see him in such a pitiful state. Biting his lip, his face pale, he quickly turned away and waved at Qingshan, saying loudly, "Get out! You need to leave!"
Qingshan silently tidied up the broken bowl and stepped out of the room. He did not go far but stood quietly outside the door, listening to Muer's pained groans coming from within. To avoid alarming the farmers nearby, Muer bit down on a handkerchief and emitted soft whimpers.
The sounds of suffering continued for quite some time before suddenly falling silent. Qingshan's heart raced as he sensed something was wrong and hurriedly pushed open the door. There lay Muer, his complexion as pale as paper, cold sweat beading on his forehead, and his lips trembling slightly—he had already lost consciousness.
The dark blue bed was horrifyingly stained with blood.
Qingshan recalled the doctor's advice from earlier that day and cautiously lifted the blanket. He saw that Muer's white undergarment was soaked with blood, and between his legs lay a scene of utter chaos. Qingshan's eyes instantly filled with rage as bloodshot veins appeared; an overwhelming fury surged within him.
One day, he would make He Mu Ming pay for this blood debt! Qingshan swore to Tengri!
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