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Muer's eyelids fluttered slightly as he slowly regained consciousness, realizing that Qingshan was carefully cradling him in his arms, the crook of his elbow stained with Muer's own blood.
"Let go of me. I'm too dirty; don't touch me..." Muer weakly shouted, his voice lacking strength.
Qingshan's eyes reddened, and a tear fell uncontrollably onto Muer's brow.
That single tear seemed to open the floodgates within Muer's heart, instantly shattering the facade of strength he had maintained.
Muer wanted to cry out loudly, but he feared being discovered by the nearby farmers. Instead, he turned his head and buried his face in Qingshan's broad chest, like an injured little beast quietly licking its wounds and softly whimpering in the warmth of his embrace.
Qingshan gently placed Muer into the prepared warm water, hoping to alleviate his pain. But this suffering was only just beginning and would be hard to end.
To most people, the child of Kun Ze and Tian Qian was incredibly precious; it was rare for a Kun Ze to choose to terminate a pregnancy. Therefore, when Qingshan went to buy medicine, he had to lie, claiming that he had gotten into trouble outside and did not want the illegitimate child to enter his home, pleading with the doctor for medication while insisting on discretion.
This pain was something Qingshan endured alongside Muer. More than an hour passed, and the water had grown cold before everything gradually came to an end.
Under the cover of night, Qingshan poured the water into a corner near the pigpen where few ventured. Upon returning indoors, he saw Muer's hands weakly resting on his shoulders, lacking even the strength to remove his clothes.
To avoid being discovered by He Mu Ming's people, Muer had wrapped himself in a scarf when entering; no one had seen his face clearly. At this moment, asking a farmer’s wife for help changing clothes was clearly inappropriate, especially since others perceived Qingshan as his husband.
Thus, without waiting for Muer to voice any objections, Qingshan took a clean set of clothes from the cabinet and approached Muer from behind. With gentle movements, he slowly removed Muer's garments and dressed him in new ones.
When it came time to change the lower half of his clothing, Muer quickly spoke up to stop him: "That's enough; I'll do the rest myself. You can go now, Qingshan." His tone carried a hint of pleading.
Qingshan lifted his gaze, looking tenderly into Muer's misty blue eyes. His voice was low and firm: "Don't be afraid, Your Highness. I will help you. I will never hurt you like he did."
Muer met Qingshan's gaze for a long time before finally surrendering and closing his eyes in resignation.
Qingshan gently removed the remaining clothing from him, revealing smooth white skin marred by numerous small bruises—evidence of He Mu Ming's brutality.
Qingshan sensed the fear and unease mingled with the Snow Lotus fragrance emanating from Muer. He looked at Muer’s turned head and saw his tightly pressed lips, feeling a surge of compassion. Noticing that Muer did not struggle, Qingshan cautiously lifted his feet to expose his lower half.
Muer was immediately taken aback and looked at him in shock: "What are you going to do?"
Qingshan lowered his gaze, speaking as softly as possible: "The doctor said that if it is not cleared out properly, there may be future complications in bearing children. Since there are no Kun Ze servants or doctors available now, I must check Your Highness’s body myself; I hope you will not object."
Muer first trembled, then inexplicably smiled and said softly, "Qingshan, you like me."
Qingshan's delicate spoon, which had been gently inserted into Muer's body, paused slightly before continuing its gentle motion. Muer felt something inside him detach, and he nearly bit his lip in the process. He raised his eyes to look at Qingshan.
With one hand tenderly cleansing the impurities from Muer's body and the other firmly holding his ankle, Qingshan's gaze remained focused, devoid of any lust, as if he were completing an incredibly important task.
Why did he not disdain Muer's filth?
Once everything was checked, Muer could finally rest. Qingshan sat by the bed until Muer fell asleep, then quietly lay down on a low couch nearby.
The summer evening breeze was neither warm nor cool, like soft willow fluff, gently brushing against the furrowed brow of Muer.
The next morning, Muer awoke from his dreams with cracked and peeling lips. Instinctively, he called out, "Qing... Qingshan!"
As a martial artist, Qingshan was extremely alert to his surroundings. Upon hearing the call, he instantly opened his eyes. He quickly poured a cup of water and hurried to the bedside, carefully supporting Muer as he sat up. One hand steadied the cup while the other gently guided it to Muer's lips, slowly feeding him water.
Muer looked down at Qingshan's meticulous actions. After a moment of hesitation, he spoke somewhat awkwardly, "I need to use the toilet. Can you...?"
In ordinary households, most used dry toilets. During winter, urinals were often placed indoors. However, having just experienced a miscarriage, Muer's body was so weak that even getting out of bed was difficult; his steps were unsteady and he could not go alone.
Muer's ears turned slightly red. Despite trying to maintain composure on the surface, Qingshan could easily see through his shyness after spending two or three years together. A smile briefly appeared on Qingshan's lips but vanished instantly when he thought of the reason for Muer's embarrassment, replaced by concern.
In the following days, Muer's health gradually improved; he no longer needed to be carried like a child by Qingshan to use the toilet—a significant step for him. However, having soaked in cold river water for a night and taken abortion medicine the next day left him severely weakened despite his robust physique from the Wolf Tribe. Thus, he obediently drank the restorative medicine that Qingshan brought him every day.
As time passed, rumors about Muer in the village grew increasingly rampant.
Qingshan had kept Muer hidden away very carefully and never allowed outsiders to visit. The mark of Xin Xiang on Muer was not left by him; if discovered by others, the consequences would be dire. Meanwhile, soldiers from He Mu Ming were still searching for his whereabouts.
Realizing they could no longer remain in place, Qingshan found an opportunity to carry Muer along the secret path they had come from.
Along the way, he skillfully avoided patrol soldiers from Tianqi. Thanks to his familiarity with the terrain, Qingshan successfully brought Muer back to the Wolf Tribe.
Upon entering the Wolf Tribe, due to Muer's special identity, Wolf King Mu Heze publicly claimed that he had been recuperating in Wolf Court and had not shown himself until now. As for his capture by Heaven's Revelation Soldier, only a few knew about it; most members of the Wolf Clan believed he had simply been missing in the mountains for a while and returned to Wolf Court to recover.
Qingshan purchased a swift horse for them both to ride together. They hurried along at a fast pace for seven or eight days before finally returning to Wolf Court, where Muer had grown up.
At that moment, the object that could prove Muer's identity had long been lost, and even the pure Snow Lotus Xin Xiang, which represented royal status, had been tainted by He Mu Ming's aura.
Muer stood hesitantly outside the gates of Wolf Court, his gaze blankly shifting towards the distant mountains as he softly asked, "Can I still go back?"
Looking at him, Qing Shan replied, "Of course you can, Your Highness. Follow me."
Wrapping a scarf around himself, Muer mounted his horse while Qing Shan held the reins, slowly leading him towards the gates of Wolf Court. Before they could get close, they heard the guards respectfully call out, "General Left Demon Wheel!"
Thus, Qing Shan brought Muer into Wolf Court with great dignity.
As they reached an open area devoid of guards, a palace servant stepped forward to take the horse. Confused, Muer looked at Qing Shan and asked, "What's going on?"
The General Left Demon Wheel had always been the right-hand man of the Wolf King, a position typically reserved for those who had grown up alongside him. Muer was puzzled as to why his brother would grant such an important role to Qing Shan, especially considering he had once been a slave.
Before Muer could sort through his thoughts, a cold male voice came from behind him: "Muer, my dear brother has truly returned. Our General Left Demon Wheel is quite capable indeed, managing to bring someone out from Tianqi's Military Camp."
Turning around, Muer saw a man clad in a black cloak, blood-red beads swaying from his earlobes. He had an exquisite face with deep-set features that exuded a chilling aura. A faintly sinister smile played at the corners of his mouth as he strode towards them.
It was Shilemod.
His cousin brother. Muer stared at him in silence.
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