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Pei Guanjing moved swiftly along the tracks left by Lou Yu and his group, employing his lightness skill to maintain a distance of over a hundred meters from the team.
In this way, every move made by Ye Chen was clearly visible to him.
That night, although he hadn’t sensed Kun Ze’s Xin Xiang on Ye Chen, he had already sent someone to investigate Ye Chen's true identity. As expected, while Lu Ying was real, the person was not.
To have a genuine Lu Ying fabricated by officials in the capital to conceal one’s identity indicated that Ye Chen must have a much more powerful force backing him.
Pei Guanjing couldn’t help but ponder whether Ye Chen's encounter with him at Sun Family Village was merely coincidental, intended to dispel his doubts. But why, after entering the Military Camp, did Ye Chen not disguise his face and instead appear before him in this form?
Ye Chen had managed to fake his death and had Lu Ying as an identity cover, and he seemed to know a thing or two about that person's escape route. Could it be that he had struck some sort of deal with that individual? Was that why he couldn’t find Xiao Feng in the Military Camp lately—because Xiao Feng had already sent Ye Chen to deliver a message to General He?
All of this remained speculation and required further verification. Now that Ye Chen had left the Military Camp, it was highly likely he was going to inform Xiao Feng.
During this time, Pei Guanjing had been secretly observing Ye Chen, ensuring he never got close to He Mu Ming's Main Tent. Ye Chen appeared unhurried, remaining steadily at Firehead Camp.
Could it be that he was overthinking? Regardless, he had to keep a close watch on Ye Chen this time.
Pei Guanjing stood atop a tree branch, peering down through the gaps in the leaves at the refugees lying along the roadside. A slight smirk of mockery crept onto his lips.
It seemed that the letter sent to Feng Zhengyang truly convinced this fool.
If there were really gold mines near Moon-Grasping River, would it fall into his hands? Did he not think for himself? How could he dare to act on something that even his adoptive father hadn’t touched?!
Pei Guanjing narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold glint flashing through them as he continued to observe the movements below, calculating his next steps.
The current situation in Tianqi was complex; every detail within each state could affect his plans. And Ye Chen was undoubtedly just one of many ordinary pawns in this game.
Yet no matter how ordinary the opponent might be, Pei Guanjing would not allow even the slightest error in his meticulously crafted scheme.
Hidden in the shadows, Pei Guanjing quietly watched as Lou Yu directed soldiers to distribute half of their rations to those refugees. He couldn’t help but snort coldly; a prince heir apparent actually had the leisure to care about the lives of these lower-class citizens.
As Crown Prince Yong, Lou Yu was indeed different from those noble sons in the capital who only sought pleasure and fame. He once held a place of respect in their eyes.
However, that was in the past.
Now, he showed no concern for his biological father, who was under house arrest in the capital, yet he had the time to care for these refugees with no blood ties to him. It was hard to tell whether this was a manifestation of great love for the world or an act of unfilial disregard for his father.
Pei Guanjing's expression remained calm, his gaze deep. As he pondered these thoughts, the refugees unexpectedly knelt in unison before Lou Yu's departing figure.
Even after Lou Yu and his group had vanished from sight, they remained on their knees for a long time before slowly rising to leave.
Witnessing this scene, a hint of barely perceptible confusion crossed Pei Guanjing's cool features. His long brows furrowed slightly, and a flicker of contemplation passed through his profound eyes. But soon, he silently smiled, the corners of his mouth lifting gently as he uttered a few words: "How interesting."
With that, he shook his head slightly, as if finding the affairs of this world always filled with surprises and absurdities. Then he turned away, his figure disappearing into the dappled shadows of the trees.
As they reached the border between Cangzhou and Lan Prefecture, Ye Chen spotted the dilapidated temple from a distance.
It stood quietly there, appearing somewhat lonely in the vast twilight.
Ye Chen's gaze fixated on the temple, wondering if Xiao Feng was still there and if he should find an opportunity to meet him and clarify things.
Lost in thought, Ye Chen heard Fu Gui's voice calling from behind: "Ye Chen, come help with dinner!"
At the sound, Ye Chen quickly snapped back to reality, responding promptly as he hurried toward the cooking area.
It was not wise to eat too much at night. They fetched water and washed the wild vegetables they had gathered by the roadside before putting them into a pot to simmer. They added some broken rice as well.
The group gathered around the pot, watching as the soup bubbled and steam rose. Before long, the Wild Vegetable Soup was ready; everyone served themselves a bowl to barely fill their stomachs.
If Lou Yu hadn’t given their rations to those refugees during the day, they wouldn’t be in such a state of hunger now. Perhaps everyone felt resentment toward Lou Yu but no one dared to voice it first; thus, some began to murmur quietly among themselves.
A soldier furrowed his brow as he sipped his Wild Vegetable Soup, muttering, "I don't see what good it does to give rations to those Refugees. They can't march or fight. Even if we give them food, without land to cultivate, they'll just starve eventually."
Another soldier nodded in agreement, letting out a resigned sigh. "Yeah, from Cangzhou to Lan Prefecture's Huaiyang County, at the pace those people are moving, it would take them at least ten days to two weeks. By the time they get there with the little food we've given them, they'll probably be dead from hunger. It's just a waste of supplies."
At that moment, another soldier lowered his voice and spoke with a mysterious air. "Hey, what do you think the relationship is between Lou Yu and Princess Huaiyang? He even wrote her a letter asking her to take in those Refugees."
Upon hearing this, several of them exchanged knowing smiles. One person wore a mischievous expression and said in a mocking tone, "Haha, you don’t think it’s some kind of scandalous relationship, do you?"
As their conversation continued, their words grew increasingly crude, filled with vulgar speculation and teasing.
Ye Chen sat quietly in the corner, listening to their discussions. He frowned slightly, holding his bowl of soup and remaining silent.
He felt it was inappropriate for everyone to gossip like this behind someone's back. Just as he was about to speak up and put a stop to it, he hesitated for a moment and ultimately lowered his head again, continuing to sip his Wild Vegetable Soup. The bland broth tasted even more flavorless at that moment.
In some ways, they were right; distant water cannot quench immediate thirst.
Giving these people food only alleviated their temporary plight; it did not address their long-term needs.
Without land, farmers would inevitably starve.
That statement was indeed a truth.
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