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Before him stood Muer, still the gentle and serene person he had known, often sitting in the sunlight, softly caressing her belly, her eyes filled with maternal love.
"Y-You... you regained your memory?" Ye Chen managed to utter, his voice trembling slightly. After speaking, he instinctively glanced back at the guards stationed outside the main tent before quickly turning back to Muer, his face a mix of confusion and disbelief. "But you..."
"But you want to know why I'm still with General He, right?" Muer raised an eyebrow, a hint of mockery in her tone.
She slowly rose to her feet, stepping forward to stand firmly before Ye Chen. Muer was already slightly taller than Ye Chen, and now, with this small height advantage, she exuded an unspoken pressure.
With a dismissive smirk playing on her lips, she spoke deliberately, "Because I want him to experience the pain of losing everything. The shame he placed upon me, I want him to repay it tenfold!"
Though Muer's words were light, Ye Chen dared not dismiss them as mere jest. The look in her eyes was terrifying; within her deep-set gaze, those icy blue irises seemed to hold endless coldness, as if at any moment they could unleash a chilling glare that would obliterate him completely.
Ye Chen nervously swallowed hard and stammered, "M-Master Muer, do you... need anything from me?"
Now that Muer knew his identity but had not revealed it publicly, it was likely she wanted to strike a deal with him. But what could the terms of this deal possibly be?
"You are quite clever," Muer nodded slightly, giving Ye Chen an appreciative look.
Then, while keeping her gaze fixed on him, she slowly approached. Her steps were steady and deliberate, each one seeming to press down on Ye Chen's heart.
"You don't need to do anything for me; you just need to..."
As Muer advanced relentlessly, Ye Chen felt the weight of her imposing presence pushing him backward until his back hit the wall of the main tent. Only then did he stop retreating.
In a flustered state, he glanced back desperately for any chance of escape and stammered, "Master Muer, we..."
The last thing Ye Chen saw was Muer suddenly flashing him a brilliant smile. That smile, under the dim light, appeared somewhat eerie.
In the next moment, with a dull thud, Ye Chen's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground.
Muer released the tightly gripped silver vial in his hand, glanced at the unconscious Ye Chen on the floor, and a cold smirk crept onto his lips. He quickly set to work, starting to exchange clothes with Ye Chen.
Taking advantage of the thick night, he deliberately bent down, cleverly using the medicine box in his hand to shield his slightly protruding belly, then boldly walked out from right under the noses of the soldiers in front of the Main Tent.
The guarding soldiers didn’t notice anything unusual; they thought Ye Chen had simply left after delivering the medicine.
Ye Chen woke up again when a soldier poured a bucket of cold water over him.
The chilly water of late spring seeped quickly into his skin through his collar, causing Ye Chen to shiver violently and snap awake from his stupor. He felt dizzy and weak in his limbs; before he could fully regain consciousness, someone forcefully grabbed his arms, rendering him immobile.
A tall shadow stood before him, completely blocking the light.
Ye Chen's head throbbed painfully as he bit his lip, trying to suppress his discomfort and lift his head. He saw Feng De glaring at him with fury; that gaze seemed sharp enough to cut him into pieces at any moment.
"Tell me, where did Muer go? Did you let him escape?" Feng De suddenly yanked at Ye Chen's collar, his emotions so heightened that he nearly spat on Ye Chen's face as he Submissive ted hoarsely.
Muer escaped? How could that be possible? In the Military Camp, soldiers patrolled everywhere; with people coming and going, how could a Wolf Tribe Kun Ze, who looked different from Han people, easily slip away?
Ye Chen's face was filled with confusion and shock. However, in Feng De's eyes, he was clearly just playing dumb on purpose.
Seeing this reaction, Feng De let out another furious roar, almost Submissive ting directly into Ye Chen's ear: "Speak up!!"
The loud shout made Ye Chen's ears ring, and it was only then that he fully regained his senses. He instinctively glanced at the slightly oversized clothes he was wearing and suddenly realized that they belonged to Muer. The fabric was of high quality, woven from fine silk, soft and comfortable against his skin.
Cold water had already soaked the stray hairs on Ye Chen's forehead, causing them to stick messily at his temples. The young man naturally possessed a pair of expressive eyes, which now trembled slightly with panic and fear, filled with innocence and grievance.
With a hint of a sob in his voice, Ye Chen said, "I... I don't know. Young Master Mu knocked me out, and when I woke up, I saw you all... I really don't know!"
This was truly a difficult situation; being human was too hard! Muer had run away, and they weren't chasing after him—what use was it to capture him?
Hearing Ye Chen's words, Feng De angrily released his grip and glared at him, momentarily speechless.
A soldier nearby quickly stepped forward, "Deputy Commander Feng, what should we do? General Xiao Lou has already sent people to set up roadblocks at the border between the Wolf Tribe and Lan Prefecture, but we still haven't seen Young Master Mu's whereabouts. If we wait for General He to return, we..."
Feng De raised his hand to stop the soldier from continuing, taking a deep breath to suppress his anger. "Enough; there's no point in saying more. Let's see if Lou Yu can bring him back. If he can't, you will share the punishment with us."
As he spoke, Feng De turned his head and glared fiercely at Ye Chen, his wide-open eyes seemingly ready to pop out of their sockets at any moment. "As for you, you'll be locked up in the Prison until General He returns to deal with you personally!"
Just as the soldiers were about to drag Ye Chen away, suddenly a beam of moonlight quietly illuminated the doorway. A tall and solitary figure appeared like a ghost, stepping forward to block their path.
"What is going on here?"
Pei Guanjing's voice was as cold as the moonlight, his indifferent gaze precisely landing on the hands of the two soldiers gripping Ye Chen's arms.
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