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Though he spoke casually, his conscience was pricking him. Ye Chen was always distracted while preparing the medicine, nearly mixing up the ingredients. It was Pei Guanjing who noticed and grabbed his hand, asking, "What are you doing?"
"Ah." Looking down, Ye Chen quickly picked up the misplaced herbs. "Ouch!"
Without thinking, he had reached into the boiling water, scalding his hand with the steam. Pei Guanjing's expression changed instantly; without a word, he tightly grasped Ye Chen's hand and hurried to the water tank, submerging his hand in the cool water.
Though he maintained a calm demeanor, the concern in his eyes was evident. Ye Chen silently allowed Pei Guanjing to hold his hand. The larger hand enveloped Ye Chen's wrist, leaving even a bit of his fingers exposed.
Pei Guanjing glanced at the small hand pressed beneath his palm and hesitated for a moment. He noticed that this hand seemed to have darkened significantly since he first arrived. The once pristine jade-like hands now bore numerous cracks, clearly a result of prolonged exposure to medicinal residues that had corroded them.
How could a Kun Ze be so careless with his own hands? Did he not realize… Pei Guanjing had intended to scold Ye Chen but when their eyes met—his gaze locking onto those clear and bright eyes—he felt as if he had been struck by a spell, slowly lowering his head and falling silent.
Forget it; how could he blame him? If it weren't for making Ye Chen grind these herbs every day, his hands wouldn't have ended up like this.
He recalled that back in the countryside, no one had taught him how to take care of himself, which explained why his hands were so rough. It seemed he needed to find some time to learn how to better nurture Kun Ze.
"Master, what's wrong?"
Noticing Pei Guanjing's somber mood, Ye Chen tentatively asked. He always felt that Pei Guanjing could be quite taciturn at times; he often had to guess what he meant based on the situation, which made him hard to read.
"Nothing. Just be careful," Pei Guanjing replied slowly. "These herbs are for General He and his favored concubine. If mixed up, the effects could conflict."
"Oh, got it."
Ye Chen nodded as Pei Guanjing released his hand. The scent of cedar lingered as he stepped back, leaving Ye Chen feeling inexplicably lonely.
During these past few days of delivering medicine to He Mu Ming, Ye Chen had been trying to find an opportunity to pass that seal to him.
However, no matter when it was, he never had a chance to be alone with He Mu Ming.
Even when there were few people around, Muer was always by He Mu Ming's side. Whenever Ye Chen glanced at Muer for even a moment too long, He Mu Ming would turn slightly to block his view and gesture for him to finish the medicine and leave quickly.
In this way, with words stuck in his throat, Ye Chen clearly sensed He Mu Ming's hostility. Eventually, He Mu Ming simply instructed him to hand over the medicine directly to the guards at the Main Tent and take back the empty bowls during his next visit.
After a week of delivering medicine, Ye Chen found himself back in his original state, having only met He Mu Ming two or three times.
It must be said that Tian Qian's constitution was incredibly resilient; despite sustaining such serious injuries, he had nearly recovered.
One day, as Ye Chen went to fetch the empty medicine bowl as usual, a sudden scream erupted from the tent: "Ah, you damned He Mu Ming, let go of me, you bastard! The heavens will not spare a villain like you! How dare you..."
The rest of the words were drowned out by the noise, leaving Ye Chen stunned.
However, the soldiers stationed outside He Mu Ming's tent seemed much calmer; clearly, they had seen such things many times before.
Summoning his courage, Ye Chen asked, "Is this going to cause trouble?"
The soldier nearly rolled his eyes at him, wanting him to leave quickly. Their general was already embarrassing enough; they couldn't afford to have more shame brought upon them. But the next moment, another round of intense arguing broke out.
"Let go!"
"What if I don't?"
"Muer!"
So that was his name—Muer. Just as Ye Chen learned this Kun Ze's name, the tent erupted into an even more heated argument, more terrifying than his parents' fights. The noise was so loud that anyone unaware might think an earthquake had struck.
"Ah, so this is your true self! You were deceiving me all along, pretending to be a little lamb when you're really a wolf!"
"Hmph, so what? It's your own stupidity that caused this..."
With a loud crash following those words.
"Muer!" He Mu Ming Submissive ted in panic. It was clear something serious had happened inside.
Seeing this scene, the soldier who had been standing at the door with a blank expression, even somewhat numb, immediately turned and rushed into the tent. Ye Chen took advantage of the chaos to follow him inside.
Inside, the young boy from the Wolf Tribe, Muer, lay bleeding from the back of his head in He Mu Ming's arms. Scattered around them were wooden boxes and porcelain plates, indicating that he had suffered a head injury.
"General!" The surrounding soldiers stepped forward but were blocked by He Mu Ming.
He Mu Ming tore off his loose clothing to cover Muer's exposed calves, lifting him gently and placing him on the bed. He urgently ordered, "Quickly fetch the Military Doctor."
At that moment, He Mu Ming suddenly noticed Ye Chen standing awkwardly among the crowd.
"What are you doing here? Never mind, come over and check on Muer. Why isn't he waking up?"
Not waking up? He Mu Ming held Muer tightly in his arms, pressing his thumb firmly against Muer's philtrum, but there were still no signs of him regaining consciousness.
The situation was serious.
Ye Chen didn't dare to delay and quickly stepped forward, while the soldiers on either side made way for him.
Some soldiers went out to summon the Military Doctor, while others quietly stepped outside to continue their watch. They knew they lacked medical knowledge and couldn't save anyone; all they could do was fulfill their duties.
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