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Cangzhou Border.
"Young Master, according to the report from our scouts, Xiao Feng and his group have just escaped from Liu Family Village and are heading towards Lan Prefecture. Should we send someone to ambush them in advance?" A man in black knelt on one knee before the figure with his back turned, clasping his hands in salute.
Pei Guanjing slowly turned around, holding a scroll in one hand while the other rested behind him. He glanced at Mo Sheng as he walked past him and approached the desk. "Get up."
"Yes." Mo Sheng rose, paused for a moment, then asked, "Young Master, should we deal with this useless prince…?"
"I already have a plan for this matter. Even if Xiao Feng has left the Cangzhou border, he is seriously injured and likely won't get far. Beyond this point lies the territory of the Wolf Tribe; I doubt he would dare to collude with them and betray his country," Pei Guanjing said calmly while writing a letter, his pen moving steadily.
"But General He of Lan Prefecture has received favor from Emperor Jing. If he helps Xiao Feng make a comeback, it would mean another strong enemy for us."
"I will handle this matter. For now, just deliver these two letters." Pei Guanjing extended his hand to give the letters to Mo Sheng. "One is for my adoptive father, and the other is for General He."
"Understood." Mo Sheng accepted the letters with both hands, bowed respectfully, then quickly stepped back and turned to leave.
At the moment Mo Sheng departed, Pei Guanjing suddenly slammed his hands on the desk, veins bulging on the back of his hands, and a strong scent of Narcissus wafted from the back of his neck.
His period of agitation had returned.
As an adult Tian Qian, he experienced bouts of agitation every three months. The only way to alleviate the pain was through intercourse with his Kun Ze or Xin Xiang.
But it had only been two months since his last episode; how could it flare up again so soon?
During these periods of agitation, Tian Qian became irritable and restless, making normal communication difficult. His body overheated and throbbed with anxiety, and it felt as though his head was pounding painfully.
Pei Guanjing raised his chin, the prominent veins on his fair neck making him appear formidable. Sweat began to drip continuously from his forehead, around his earlobes, and down his neck.
He clenched his teeth and slowly sat back down in his chair. From his sleeve, he took out a small porcelain vial and poured four or five pills into his hand before tilting his head back to swallow them.
Soon, his breathing began to stabilize again, and the handsome lines of his face gradually relaxed. Under the candlelight, his gaze returned to the pages of the book before him, fingers lightly tapping on the table as if he were deep in thought.
Suddenly, Pei Guanjing found himself recalling a frail boy he had seen two nights ago in Sun Family Village.
The boy had striking features; though slender and delicate, his eyes shone like polished ebony, revealing a sharp intelligence that was hard to miss.
Pei Guanjing narrowed his eyes slightly, mentally sketching the boy's image. After a moment, an almost imperceptible smile curved at the corners of his lips—a subtle expression that seemed to slip out unintentionally.
But soon, Pei Guanjing seemed to realize something. His expression hardened, and the smile vanished in an instant. A cold glint flashed in his eyes like a bolt of lightning.
This was illogical; why would he remember such an ordinary boy so vividly?
Pei Guanjing furrowed his brow slightly, unconsciously tapping his fingers on the table.
Had his period of restlessness erupted a month early today? Could it be related to that boy?
The period of restlessness in Tian Qian could only be triggered early by Kun Ze's Xin Xiang. Could it be that the boy was a Kun Ze? But why had he not sensed the boy's Xin Xiang that day?
It was indeed strange; it seemed necessary to send someone to investigate that boy.
In the countryside, the appearance of Kun Ze must have some hidden significance.
"Mo Yu." With this thought, Pei Guanjing coldly called out.
As soon as the words left his lips, a figure dressed in black suddenly appeared before Pei Guanjing's desk, almost like a ghost.
"At your service, Young Master. Please give your orders." Mo Yu quickly clasped his hands in salute, standing tall and gazing firmly at Pei Guanjing.
"Investigate the boy who passed by Sun Family Village along the Official Road a couple of days ago." Pei Guanjing's eyes were deep and cold, as if he could pierce through the void before him.
"Hmm?" Mo Yu slightly tilted his head, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.
"Young Master, is there something wrong with this boy? Should I go and..." Mo Yu began, raising his right hand swiftly to make a slicing motion across his throat, his gaze fierce.
Pei Guanjing's eyelashes fluttered slightly. "No need. Just find out his background."
"Understood, Young Master." With that, he lightly tapped the ground with his feet and turned swiftly, like an arrow released from its bow, disappearing into the shadows of the room in just a few leaps.
After Mo Yu left, Pei Guanjing slowly extended his hand to close the book on the table. His gaze swept over the inkstone, screen, and chair in the room as if he were examining everything familiar to him. Finally, it settled on the bright moonlight outside.
Pei Guanjing stared at the moonlight, standing with his back to the window, lost in thought. The moonlight spilled over his stern features, outlining a cold and lonely silhouette.
Under the same sky and moonlight, twenty miles away from where Pei Guanjing stood, Ye Chen had spent two days and nights traversing mountains and rivers. He finally stepped out of Sun Family Village and entered Songhe County on the border of Cangzhou.
The place was remote and sparsely populated. Ye Chen had been walking for two or three hours without encountering a single person.
"The route is correct; how could there be no one in sight for so long?!" Ye Chen held the well-worn map of Cangzhou that Sun Mao had given him, studying it closely under the bright moonlight, but he still couldn't discern anything unusual.
As he gazed at the desolate path ahead and listened to the distant howls of wolves echoing through the air, a chill ran down Ye Chen's spine, and his hair stood on end.
At this moment, he was dressed in autumn clothes, and with winter approaching, the biting cold wind whistled past his ears, harmonizing with the beasts' howls. The indistinct road ahead added an extra layer of eeriness to the scene.
Ye Chen first turned slowly to look behind him, scanning the area with vigilance. After confirming there was nothing amiss, he tightened the burden slung over his Submissive lder and quickened his pace, muttering softly to himself, "I am the successor of socialism, I am the flower of my motherland, I am..."
Suddenly, a thunderclap split the sky without warning, as if the heavens were crashing down.
"Ah!" Ye Chen was startled by the sudden thunder, his heart racing. In his panic, he tripped over something heavy by the roadside and fell forward awkwardly onto the ground.
"What on earth is this? It's so heavy," Ye Chen grumbled as he rubbed his aching toes and staggered to his feet.
Just as he leaned on the heavy object to push himself up, his gaze inadvertently swept over it, revealing a blood-soaked corpse right before his eyes.
The flesh of the corpse was turned inside out, a sickening pale color. Its eyes were wide open in death, unblinking. Somehow, the corpse's gaze seemed to eerily meet Ye Chen's.
Ye Chen froze instantly, his mind blank. After a moment, he let out a piercing scream: "Ah ah ah ah!!!"
The boy's heart-wrenching cry shattered the silence of the rainy night, filled with endless terror.
"Boom!" A thunderous roar echoed through the sky, followed by a torrential downpour of rain.
The raindrops were large and dense, and in an instant, the downpour intensified.
Ye Chen was instantly drenched, his damp hair sticking to his cheeks, and a chill seeped through him with the rain. He plopped down onto the ground, propping himself up with his hands behind him while desperately kicking his feet to scoot backward.
However, the relentless rain washed away the soil, making the ground muddy and slippery. As Ye Chen turned to escape, his foot slipped, and he fell heavily to the ground once more.
Just as he struggled to get back up and flee, a cold hand suddenly gripped his right ankle tightly.
Ye Chen's body froze instantly, as if he had been struck by a paralysis spell. His heart raced wildly, nearly leaping out of his throat.
Slowly, he trembled and turned his head. He saw the "corpse" gripping his ankle with bloodshot eyes fixed on him, its gaze like that of a demon from hell—chilling and ferocious.
"Help me." After uttering those two weak words, the "corpse" could no longer hold on; its eyes closed as it fainted.
"Boom!" The thunder roared again, and at that moment, a bolt of lightning split the night sky, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day.
Ye Chen's face was filled with terror. In the flickering light of the lightning, his pale visage appeared and disappeared in flashes.
His body trembled violently; his teeth chattered uncontrollably as he stared wide-eyed at the unconscious figure before him. His feet instinctively wanted to retreat further back, but overwhelming fear rendered him powerless. It felt as if chains of terror had bound him tightly, leaving him unable to move. Only his rapid breathing stood out amidst the storm of wind and rain.
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