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As the weather gradually warmed up, tender grass sprouted new green shoots, and everywhere was filled with a vibrant atmosphere of life.
Recently, Ye Chen discovered a secret that was hard for him to voice—he seemed to be developing.
It was perfectly normal for boys to go through development, but the problem was that the direction of this development was something he simply could not accept; his pectoral muscles began to swell and ache.
When he first noticed it, Ye Chen felt as if the sky was falling. What the heck? While others were transmigrating into powerful heroes, how did I end up as a transgender person!
He couldn't bring himself to consult Pei Guanjing and could only secretly search through medical books. Finally, among Pei Guanjing's pile of medical texts, he found the answer to his dilemma.
It turned out that this was a sign of some high-quality Kun Ze development, and such signs did not distinguish between genders. Although he wouldn't turn into someone with large breasts, it would still be different from Zhong Yong or Tian Qian; it would become soft and squishy, feeling like a lump of soft flesh when touched—completely different in sensation.
At that moment, Ye Chen felt that some people seemed alive but had already died inside; wasn't that just him?
In the past few days, Ye Chen had been unable to muster any energy at work, feeling completely listless. Even when delivering medicine to Muer, he stood by the bed with his head down, silent.
Muer found it very strange. In the past, whenever something new happened, Ye Chen would always be the first to share it with him. But now he seemed so dejected, lacking any trace of his usual lively self.
"Isn't it boring in the army lately? Why do you look so downcast? Has someone been bullying you?" Muer asked softly, holding the medicine bowl in both hands and taking small sips while looking at Ye Chen with concern.
Ye Chen glanced around and noticed there was no one else in the main tent. He plopped down on the opposite side of Muer and sighed, "Ah, it's nothing. It's just that Master has been making me memorize texts again; I feel like my head is going to explode."
Muer smiled upon hearing this; so it was just a dislike for memorization! He didn't like it either; his brother had made him...
Suddenly, fragments of memories flashed through Muer's mind. He abruptly clutched his head as pain shot through him, causing the medicine bowl in his hands to fall with a loud crash onto the carpet.
"It hurts so much, Ye Chen... my head..." Muer cried out, tightly covering his head and burying it deep into his arms.
Seeing this scene, Ye Chen hurriedly stepped forward and helped him lie down on the bed. What was going on? Could it be that he remembered something?
Ye Chen lowered his voice and asked, “Did you… remember something?”
Muer slowly released his grip, and the intense pain in his head quickly faded away. He looked at Ye Chen with a bewildered expression. “Do I have an older brother?”
“Uh…” Ye Chen hesitated, unsure of how to respond. After a brief pause, he said, “You do have an older brother, but he was killed by bandits while doing business in Lan Prefecture. He is no longer with us.”
This was something that neither He Mu Ming nor Pei Guanjing had mentioned before, but now, to stabilize Muer’s emotions, he had to tell a small lie. After all, Kun Ze, who was carrying a child, could not be upset.
Upon learning that Muer had suddenly experienced a headache today, He Mu Ming rushed over once again. As soon as he entered the tent, he wrapped Muer in his arms. Muer nestled against He Mu Ming's chest like a little bird and looked up at him, her voice soft and tender. “General, do I… do I have a brother who has been killed by bandits?”
As she spoke, tears welled up in Muer’s eyes, glistening but stubbornly refusing to fall. Her deep features and sculpted face appeared even more stunning under the shimmering light of her tears.
He Mu Ming immediately glanced at Ye Chen, who held his breath and nodded slightly, silently praying that He Mu Ming would understand his hint.
Receiving Ye Chen’s signal, He Mu Ming quickly nodded in response. “Madam, before… the bandits were too rampant; your brother… is no longer here.”
Hearing this, Muer could no longer hold back; large tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes. She clutched tightly to He Mu Ming's clothing and buried her face in his embrace, crying so hard that she could hardly catch her breath. Anyone who saw it would feel heartbroken.
Ye Chen inwardly cursed; Muer was starting to regain her memories now, but she was only four months old. If she fully recovered her memories during this time, given her previous relationship with General He, she would definitely refuse to keep the child at all costs—there might even be a tragic outcome for both.
When Ye Chen left the main tent, He Mu Ming had already managed to lull Muer to sleep.
The two of them appeared to be a harmonious couple on the surface, but their relationship was built on lies and deception. It was uncertain how long this facade could last.
“Come here,” He Mu Ming glanced at Ye Chen before striding towards the open space behind the tent.
Ye Chen hurried to catch up. When they arrived at their destination, He Mu Ming stopped and said, “The Crown Prince's last known location was at the Mountain God Temple. I've verified this, so there's no doubt about it. But…”
He Mu Ming turned his gaze sharply towards Ye Chen, his eyes cutting like a knife. “Did he tell you where he was going after that?”
Ye Chen's heart tightened as he stammered, “I-I really don’t know. All I know is that the Crown Prince was gravely injured at the time and couldn’t have gone far. After that, he might have stayed in a village along the border of Lan Prefecture and Cangzhou to recuperate.”
He Mu Ming withdrew his gaze, clasped his hands behind his back, and turned away. “Alright, I understand. You can go now. Until we receive concrete news about the Crown Prince, I won’t let you leave, but you won’t be in any danger either. Just stay in the Military Camp for now.”
“... Yes.” Ye Chen understood that it was already fortunate for him to keep his life. He suspected that He Mu Ming was refraining from killing him because of Pei Guanjing’s connection to his Master and Xiao Feng’s mysterious disappearance.
What if one day… Xiao Feng returned? Would his Master still be able to protect him then?
Unbeknownst to him, Ye Chen's heart was increasingly leaning towards Pei Guanjing.
Watching the young man’s retreating figure, He Mu Ming felt more and more agitated. The Hidden Fragrance Pill that Xiao Feng had taken could only last for a year at most. If he blended into the crowd as Zhong Yong, it would indeed be difficult for him to uncover the truth in a short time. But if a year passed, wouldn’t Xiao Feng’s situation become even more perilous?
Ye Chen’s expression didn’t seem like one of deceit; he genuinely appeared unaware of Xiao Feng's final whereabouts.
Where could a severely injured person go? The nearby towns and villages had already sent people to investigate secretly, yet there was still no sign of him.
Where on earth had he gone?
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