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"Senior Brother, it's going to earthquake, I'm so scared, just like that time. Can you hold me?"
The carriage shook a few more times, and Qingyue moved closer to Shen Muhan, wrapping her arms around herself with a pitiful expression. Her eyes were misty, and her voice was sweetly enticing.
"Junior Sister, please behave yourself."
Shen Muhan frowned, pinching the aching spot between his brows as he spoke in a low voice. At that moment, the carriage began to move again.
"Hey, do you often hold her?"
Xia Muxin leaned in closer, her gaze fixed on Shen Muhan as she asked with a hint of jealousy in her tone.
"Yes, he often held me back then. He even let me sleep in his arms and..."
"And he changed your diapers, fed you, wiped your bottom. But that was all fifteen years ago when you were just five months old."
Shen Muhan couldn't take it anymore. Seeing Xia Muxin's increasingly gloomy face, he quickly interjected to finish Qingyue's sentence.
"......"
"......"
"......"
"Pfft... Hahaha... Haha..."
The voices of Qingyue, Ming Yi, and Jade Princess echoed in the air, but the last laugh came from Xia Muxin.
"What are you laughing at?"
Qingyue's face turned crimson. How could her senior brother bring this up? It was embarrassing enough as it was. Seeing Xia Muxin laugh so heartily, she coldly retorted.
"Really, Uncle, does she have any strange birthmarks on her backside? Black, brown, light-colored, round, irregular? And was she chubby like a pig when she was little? I heard that those who were fat like pigs as children tend to be dim-witted and only engage in persistent nonsense. Just like Zhao Qiushui and Su Xiuning—they're like that too. They may have good looks, but what's inside is quite unsightly."
Xia Muxin completely ignored Qingyue and blinked at Shen Muhan, bombarding him with a barrage of questions that made Qingyue grit her teeth in frustration.
She wished she could tear her mouth apart.
"Haha..."
This time, it was Ming Yi and the others who laughed. They simply couldn't hold it in any longer. It had been too long since they had heard Miss Muxin speak; she was still as adorable as ever—insulting without being vulgar while maintaining a serious demeanor that made her arguments sound convincing.
It was impossible to find a flaw in her words.
Shen Muhan's shoulders trembled slightly, and the muscles in his face twitched. If it weren't for his concern for Xia Muxin's safety, he would have burst into laughter long ago. After a while, he pressed his fist against his lips and cleared his throat before saying:
"I didn't notice."
Uh...
Xia Muxin was thoroughly amused.
The reasoning was simple: even if Qingyue stood before him completely naked, he wouldn't know where her chest was. How could that not make her happy?
Qingyue clenched her fists tightly, taking deep breaths repeatedly. Although the carriage was still moving, the vibrations were becoming increasingly intense, causing everyone to feel tense.
Qingyue also forgot about dealing with Xia Muxin.
"Please stop."
Suddenly, the Jade Princess spoke up. Her voice was extremely hoarse, as if her throat had been irritated or even damaged by some substance, making her words unclear.
"Stop it, it's Fat Cook."
However, her words did not attract the attention of Shen Muhan and the others. Moreover, they were still in Qi Nation's territory, and it was uncertain whether the Your Majesty of the Qi Kingdom had already sent people to pursue them. They were short on manpower, and prolonged fighting would surely lead to exhaustion. Therefore, time was of the essence. Yet, Xia Muxin's shout successfully brought the carriage to a halt.
Shen Muhan furrowed his brow at her, seemingly asking who Fat Cook was.
Xia Muxin gave him a reassuring look and then lifted the curtain of the carriage. Just as she was about to jump down, Shen Muhan grabbed her hand tightly and pulled her down with him.
In less than a moment, a figure appeared before them like a gust of wind. Xia Muxin blinked in surprise, not even noticing how Fat Cook had approached.
At the same time, she broke into a cold sweat. Given her skills, it would be easier for her to kill him than to crush an ant...
"There's no time left. Please take His Highness and leave. He has lived too hard these past twenty years, and his only wish is to live a normal life with his mother."
Fat Cook carried the barely conscious Rong Li on his back. His light-colored robe was stained with blood, and his face was swollen to an alarming degree; it was hard to recognize him at first glance. After speaking, Fat Cook knelt down before Shen Muhan and the others.
"Uncle, regardless of any grievances between parents, they have nothing to do with the child. Besides, he hasn't done anything wrong to me. Let's just take him away."
Xia Muxin lowered her gaze at Fat Cook, feeling a mix of emotions within her. After a long pause, she spoke to Shen Muhan.
"Thank you, miss."
The Fat Cook did not wait for Shen Muhan to respond and instead bowed his head several times toward them.
Shen Muhan exchanged a glance with Ming Yi, who understood and jumped down from the carriage to pick up Rong Li, carrying her into the carriage. Instantly, the sound of a baby crying filled the air; they recognized it as the cry of the Jade Princess.
"Miss, young master, you must leave quickly. The emperor's men are coming soon. I will hold them off here. Miss, be careful of Ouyang Young Master."
The Fat Cook stood up, a hint of worry in his eyes, and finally spoke to Zhaoxia Muxin and the others.
Xia Muxin understood the gravity of the situation. Today, it seemed that only the Fat Cook could be sacrificed; otherwise, they would all be in danger. The Fat Cook's only wish was likely to see Rong Li safe, so she said nothing and allowed Shen Muhan to carry her into the carriage. Soon after, the carriage sped away.
Behind them, sounds of fighting and shouting seemed to echo, but ultimately no one pursued them.
They traveled at a fast pace for five days before finally halting their relentless journey.
Rong Li and her child were doing much better under their care. Although their injuries were severe, they were not in danger of dying.
"Uncle, where is this place?"
Xia Muxin got down from the carriage and looked at the camp filled with tents, asking Shen Muhan in confusion.
Shen Muhan took her hand and led her toward a certain area, softly saying, "Mu Qing's military camp."
As he spoke, Shen Muhan had already guided her inside. At that moment, one of his arms was wrapped in bandages, and there was a bruise on his face. Seeing Shen Muhan like this made her eyes dim with concern, but she remained silent.
"Is your arm not broken?"
Shen Muhan's gaze was fixed on his injured arm, and suddenly, he spoke coldly.
"Thanks to you, it's not broken at all."
Shen Muhan shot him a frosty glance, his tone chilling to the bone. If it were a hot summer day, one could forgo the air conditioning; just listening to him speak would provide enough relief.
"Well, congratulations."
Though Shen Muhan said this, he had already moved closer and crouched down beside him to examine the wound carefully. He then pulled out a bottle from his sleeve and grabbed a pair of scissors nearby to cut the bandage. Throughout this, Shen Muqing remained completely still, like a statue, allowing Shen Muhan to tend to him. Their unspoken understanding moved Xia Muxin.
She couldn't help but sigh; this was what true brotherhood looked like.
Soon after, someone took Xia Muxin away, while Shen Muhan began discussing a map with his brother. She listened in for a moment but found the conversation focused on military strategy and how to respond to enemies. Although she came from a military background herself, she had no interest in warfare. So when someone suggested she leave, she happily followed them out.
"Uh... Ming Yi, is this about fighting Qi Nation? There are so many tents; it looks pretty intense."
Ming Yi had just settled Rong Li and her child before stepping outside when Xia Muxin rushed over to ask.
"The boss's boss, this time the Five Nations have united against us. It's not just intense; look over there—those are all Disabled Individuals."
Ming Yi felt an urge to roll his eyes. Did she really see this war as a trivial matter? Her mindset was truly perplexing.
Fortunately, he was mentally strong enough; while he couldn't compare to the boss, he wouldn't be driven mad under her watchful eye.
But Miss Qingyue was still standing there in a daze.
She vaguely heard herself muttering about whether she was chubby as a child. Fortunately, he was fast; otherwise, he would have been dragged down with her.
"Five Nations..."
Xia Muxin was taken aback, her eyes widening as she held up five fingers and suddenly raised her voice.
Ming Yi's face flushed, feeling the attention of the surrounding soldiers shift entirely to her. She braced herself and let out a hesitant "Hmm."
"Damn, that kid Shen Muqing really is lucky. Five nations, one knife per nation—that's five knives. But it seems like he only has one knife on his arm."
Howl, howl, howl...
Ming Yi realized she had lost all face and covered her face before fleeing.
"Your woman needs to be properly disciplined."
Inside the tent, Shen Muqing listened intently to Xia Muxin's words. This strange woman was still angry about Yan Zhouwan. Thinking that she would soon be his sister-in-law made him feel overwhelmed. He shot a cold reprimand at Shen Muhan, who was watching with a smile at the corner of his mouth.
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