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Muer's eyelids fluttered slightly as he slowly awakened, discovering that Qingshan was carefully cradling him, his arms 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 turned red, 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, silently licking its wounds and softly lamenting 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 he had gotten into trouble outside and did not want an illegitimate child at home. He pleaded with the doctor for medication and insisted on confidentiality.
Qingshan stayed by Muer's side throughout this pain. After more than an hour had passed, the water had grown cold, and everything gradually came to an end.
Under the cover of night, Qingshan poured the water into a seldom-visited corner next to the pigpen. Upon returning indoors, he found Muer slumped weakly against him, lacking even the strength to undress.
To avoid being discovered by He Mu Ming's people, Muer had entered wrapped in a veil, so no one could see his face. At this moment, asking a farmer's wife for help changing clothes would clearly be inappropriate; besides, to others, Qingshan appeared to be his husband.
Thus, without waiting for Muer to voice any objections, Qingshan took a clean set of clothes from the cupboard 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: "No need; I can do the rest myself. You can go now, Qingshan." His tone carried a hint of pleading.
Qingshan lifted his gaze and looked 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 stared into Qingshan's eyes for a long time before finally surrendering and closing his eyes in resignation.
Qingshan gently removed the remaining clothing from Muer’s body, 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 aura surrounding Muer. He glanced 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 Muer’s lower half.
Muer was immediately startled and looked at him: "What are you going to do?"
Qingshan lowered his gaze and spoke as softly as possible: "The doctor said that if it is not cleaned out properly, there may be future complications when trying to conceive. With 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 paused slightly as it moved within Muer, then continued its gentle motions. Muer felt something inside him detach, and he nearly bit his lip in pain as he looked up at Qingshan.
With one hand tenderly cleaning the impurities from Muer’s body and the other firmly holding his ankle, Qingshan's gaze was focused, devoid of any lust, as if he were completing an incredibly important task.
Why did he not seem to mind Muer's filth at all?
After everything was checked, Muer was finally able to 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. He instinctively 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 glass of water and hurried to the bedside, carefully supporting Muer as he lifted him up. One hand securely held 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 awkwardly spoke up, “I need to use the restroom. Can you...”
In ordinary households, most used dry toilets. During winter, urinals were often placed indoors. However, having just gone through a miscarriage, Muer was too weak to even get out of bed and walk; his steps were unsteady, making it impossible for him to go alone.
Muer's ears turned slightly red. Despite his efforts to remain calm on the surface, Qingshan could see right through his shyness after spending two or three years together. A smile briefly appeared on Qingshan’s lips, but upon realizing the reason for Muer’s embarrassment, it vanished instantly, replaced by concern.
In the following days, Muer's health gradually improved. He no longer had to be carried like a child by Qingshan to use the restroom; this was a significant step for him. However, after spending a night in icy river water and taking abortion medicine the next day, even with the robust physique of the Wolf Tribe, he was still severely weakened. Thus, he obediently drank the nourishing medicine that Qingshan brought him every day.
As time passed, rumors about Muer began to circulate more widely in the village.
Qingshan kept Muer hidden away very carefully and never allowed outsiders to visit. The mark of Xin Xiang on Muer’s body 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 stay put, Qingshan found an opportunity and set off with Muer along the secret passage 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 thus had not made an appearance 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 galloped hard 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, 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 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 making their way towards the gates of Wolf Court. Before they could get close, they heard the guards respectfully call out, "Left Demon Wheel General!"
Thus, Qing Shan led 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 is going on?"
The Left Demon Wheel General was traditionally the right-hand man of the Wolf King, a position usually reserved for brothers who had grown up alongside him. Muer felt perplexed; why would his brother grant this important title to Qing Shan, who 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 Left Demon Wheel General is indeed capable; he managed to bring someone out of Tianqi's Military Camp."
Turning around, Muer saw a man cloaked in black, blood-red beads swaying from his earlobes. He had a strikingly beautiful face with deep-set features that exuded a chilling aura. A faintly eerie smile played at the corners of his lips as he strode towards them.
It was Shilemod.
His cousin brother. Muer stared at him in silence.
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