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"You... are not as fragile as I thought," He Mu Ming said, disappointment and a deeper interest intertwining in his eyes as he looked at Muer with an increasingly complex gaze.
"The Snow Lotus on the snow-capped mountains is not a delicate flower from a greenhouse; it is naturally not as weak as you think," Muer replied.
Muer dodged He Mu Ming's movements, his thin clothing in disarray. He heard the sound of He Mu Ming collapsing to the ground and immediately turned his head, speaking with determination.
At that moment, however, Muer was not wearing any undergarments, and his long, bruised legs were fully exposed, revealing more than intended. From He Mu Ming's perspective, everything was laid bare before him.
"Does it still... hurt?" He Mu Ming raised an eyebrow and asked weakly.
"Hurt?" Muer momentarily did not understand what He Mu Ming meant. Following his gaze downward, he finally noticed his exposed lower half and felt a rush of shame and anger. He quickly wrapped his white robe tightly around himself. "You are not allowed to look..."
When he looked up again, He Mu Ming had already fainted, blood continuously pouring from his chest and spreading across the ground.
Muer felt both embarrassed and furious. He stood up and kicked He Mu Ming's thigh hard. However, the kick lacked strength; He Mu Ming merely lifted his eyelids slightly without showing any signs of waking up.
After venting his frustration with several more kicks, Muer hurriedly put on a soldier's outfit that He Mu Ming had prepared for him, claiming it would be convenient for him to move around the tent. Yet since the day he arrived at He Mu Ming's tent, he had never worn this outfit, always opting for the thin white robe instead because it was easier for He Mu Ming...
Thinking of this made Muer feel another wave of anger, and he couldn't help but kick He Mu Ming again.
Perhaps this time he kicked harder; He Mu Ming slowly opened his eyes. Turning to see Muer dressed as he was, he immediately understood that Muer intended to escape. With a swift motion, he reached for the alarm bell that had fallen nearby.
In the next moment, a clear ringing echoed throughout the tent.
Hearing the bell, Muer looked up at the bells hanging from the top of the tent, biting his lip. After glaring at He Mu Ming a few more times in frustration, he stepped onto a low table and climbed out through the side window of the tent.
“General, we have arrived!”
With a flurry of hurried footsteps, the patrolling soldiers rushed into He Mu Ming's tent. Upon seeing the dagger embedded in his chest, everyone gasped in shock and quickly moved forward to carefully support him.
“General, who did this to you?”
Feng De, as He Mu Ming's loyal bodyguard, was always devoted to him. At this moment, his face was filled with anxiety as he, along with several soldiers, steadied He Mu Ming by the bedside.
Once He Mu Ming was settled, Feng De straightened up swiftly, his gaze sharp as he scanned the entire tent. When he noticed the open window on the low table, he immediately reacted and ordered without hesitation to capture the assassin.
“Someone, go catch the assassin! He escaped through the window; he can't have gone far. Pursue him with all your might! Remember, whether dead or alive, we must bring him back!”
Hearing the latter part of Feng De's command, He Mu Ming gritted his teeth against the pain and struggled to raise his hand weakly to stop him. “First, summon a healer. As for the assassin…” He looked at Feng De, a glint of meaning flashing in his eyes as he tightly grasped Feng De's arm and subtly signaled with a glance.
“Capture him alive; I want… to interrogate him personally.” He Mu Ming's voice was faint but carried an undeniable authority. After uttering these words, he could no longer hold on and closed his eyes, slipping back into unconsciousness.
“General!” Feng De was taken aback and hurriedly pressed his hand against the wound on He Mu Ming's chest that was bleeding profusely. He then lifted his head and Submissive ted angrily at the surrounding soldiers, “What are you waiting for? Quickly summon the Military Doctor! Get Doctor Liu and Doctor Pei here right away—move faster!”
“Yes, yes, yes!” The soldiers snapped out of their daze at Feng De's roar and scattered in haste.
Once the soldiers had left, the tent was left with only the unconscious He Mu Ming and a pensive Feng De.
Feng De recalled the look He Mu Ming had given him before losing consciousness and glanced around but saw no sign of the Wolf Tribe or Kun Ze. He cursed inwardly and stared at the unconscious He Mu Ming in silence, his eyes filled with helplessness and confusion.
It was already a critical moment, yet the General still showed mercy to that Kun Ze. If he had traded with Kun Ze and Mu Ze Luo earlier, perhaps they could have forced the Wolf Tribe back ten miles, ensuring a few more years of peace for the people of Lan Prefecture.
Now, injured by Kun Ze, the General still wanted to protect him. It was hard to believe that Kun Ze held such a high position in the General's heart. It seemed that the General ultimately could not overcome his emotional ties.
The soldiers followed Muer's trail closely, and soon they captured him again.
Brought back, Muer was forcibly pressed to his knees in front of He Mu Ming's window. With his head bowed, no one noticed the deep and resolute gaze hidden beneath his seemingly fragile exterior, reminiscent of a wolf.
"The General has treated you well; why do you repay him like this?" Feng De exclaimed upon seeing Muer, his eyes widening in anger as he Submissive ted.
Muer smiled faintly, a smile as enchanting as melting ice and snow, yet tinged with endless sorrow. "He has treated me well? Keeping me locked in his tent for three months, deprived of sunlight, torturing and humiliating me day and night—was that protection? Or was it destruction?"
The boy's eyes brimmed with heart-wrenching hatred, surging like a tidal wave. He bit down on his lip until blood seeped out, trickling down his pale jawline as if silently accusing him of having his dignity shattered.
"Kill me or torture me; I will comply. But what has your Tianqi done to me? I am a prince of the Wolf Tribe, not livestock to be slaughtered at will. I have my pride, and my country has a reputation that cannot be tarnished. Now that I have been marked by him, even if I return to the Wolf Tribe, my father and brothers will harbor doubts and will not accept me."
"This is his deserved retribution; he brought it upon himself!" After saying this with satisfaction, the boy spat a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva onto He Mu Ming's bed and contemptuously turned his head away with a resentful glare.
"You... you..." Feng De was so furious that he pointed at Muer, trembling all over and unable to finish his words. Ultimately suppressing his rage, he bound Muer to a pillar beside He Mu Ming and arranged for heavy guards to watch over him closely.
Forget it; what did he have to argue with a Kun Ze about? When General He woke up, he would surely want to see the one who nearly killed him first thing.
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