Chapter 1413: The Beauty Undercover General's Play 04

Now no one dared to stop him, Muyue's slender figure slowly walked in, and the door curtain fell.

Muyue wore only a single layer of red outer robe; earlier outside, with hands pulling the waistband, it wasn't noticeable, but after entering and letting his arms hang, the crimson collar slipped below his collarbones, loose and slipping off his shoulders, his bare feet on the tent floor were fair, his delicate ankles faintly visible.

Jin Chen set down the military documents, lifted his gaze, and his expression instantly turned cold.

"You came over like that?"

Muyue shuddered at his fright, shook his head, innocent and pitiful, "No……"

Even though only the ghost mask was visible, Muyue could tell this person's mood was bad.

He lowered his eyes and continued approaching, slowly kneeling beside Jin Chen's legs under his gaze, then looked up.

"Thank you, General, for saving my life."

Muyue's voice was tinged with moisture, his sickly appearance arousing even more pity.

"Muyue has no one to rely on; fortunately, the General took pity and saved me. I hope… the General will give me a chance to repay the debt of saving my life."

His glass-like green eyes were soaked with tears, as if a single word of unwillingness from Jin Chen would make them spill immediately.

Jin Chen raised his hand to brush the hair stuck at his lips; the rough palm that gripped his knife made Muyue's cheek itch, and he unconsciously tilted his head to rub against the palm, appearing delicate and pitiful.

"First, heal your wounds properly; no need to overthink, and you don't have to repay me."

Jin Chen's voice grew a little hoarse, yet remained relatively gentle.

When mentioning the wound, Muyue lifted the wide sleeve of his garment, revealing the eye‑catching scars on his arm, then softly took Jin Chen's hand and reached out pleadingly.

"It really hurts…… General."

Jin Chen stared at the scars, not quite grasping their meaning.

"Let the military doctor come apply medicine." Jin Chen said, but seeing Muyue shake his head in resentment, showing he didn't want to see anyone else, his seductive, red‑rimmed eyes brimming with tears, he asked, "General, could you blow on it for me?"

Jin Chen lowered his eyelids to look at him; behind the ghost mask his expression gradually turned amused, as if he wanted to see what Muyue would do next.

He pulled Muyue onto the chief commander's soft chair and casually blew two breaths on his arm, feeling no ambiguity at all, which undoubtedly left Muyue somewhat surprised and defeated.

Jin Chen pressed down on Muyue's other hand that wanted to move about, and said softly, "Don't mess around."

"General, do you despise me……"

Muyue suddenly burst into tears again, leaning softly against Jin Chen's arm, biting his red lips and trembling slightly.

"You don't want me to serve you; you despise me."

Jin Chen: "……"

Heaven and earth as my witness, when did he ever say that?

He's quite adept at reversing black and white.

"No dislike." Jin Chen was about to let him lean into his embrace, but his tone suddenly turned dangerous, "Your origins are unclear; how can you serve?"

That inexplicably soothing aura once again enveloped Muyue, leaving him unable to feel the slightest rejection and instead wanting to rely on this person from his heart.

Muyue pinched his fingertips; his frail body leaned comfortably in Jin Chen's embrace, both delicate and soft.

"I come from a pure family, General, don't despise me; no one has ever held me."

Muyue sat up, bracing against Jin Chen's chest, slightly puffing his red lips, with a coquettish tone he continued to act pitiful, "If you dislike me, I… how will I ever survive?"

As his words fell, Muyue's chin was suddenly pinched and he was forced to lift his head, meeting the deep eyes behind the ghost mask, and he heard Jin Chen's low voice near his ear, "Do you want to stay?"

Muyue bit his lip and let out a soft groan, his eyes reddening as if in pain, and he nodded.

Yet his heart gradually grew cold, thinking Jin Chen would make a move; the strange fragrance of Thousand‑Day Drunken Orchid seeped faintly from his sleeve, barely perceptible.

Thousand‑Day Drunken Orchid was Muyue's method for dealing with those former "patrons"; it contains a peculiar fragrance that, when inhaled, causes one to faint like drunkenness into a spring dream, and with repeated use the poison enters the heart, ultimately causing sudden death for no apparent reason.

Within the Chixiao Kingdom there are no seeds of Thousand‑Day Drunken Orchid, so even the most skilled coroner cannot detect it.

Jin Chen smelled the odd odor, immediately released his grip on Muyue's chin, and subtly shifted back without changing expression, feeling a slight irritation in his nose.

"First heal your wounds, then we'll talk."

Having said that, he also ordered the guards to bring in the medicine.

Muyue, surprised, retrieved the crushed poison bead he had just pinched, his gaze suddenly becoming evasive.

He actually only wanted him to recover from his wounds?

Muyue suddenly narrowed his eyes silently, then leaned closer into Jin Chen's embrace, "Thank you, General."

Aside from yesterday's sudden abruptness, this masked general is actually quite nice.

【Villain Blackening Value detected -1, total now 98!】

Ling Gun Gun jumped for joy, 【Host, keep it up!】

The medicine bowl was personally delivered by the military doctor, who also deliberately boiled in a bit of the little remaining rock sugar, making this poor soul feel the medicine was bitter.

Muyue obediently took the bowl and sipped it quietly in small gulps; Jin Chen then felt relieved and had his subordinates bring over the prepared porridge.

Who would have thought that after setting down the medicine bowl—larger than his face—his sickly visage would be streaked with tears, making him look terribly pitiful.

"Oh…" the military doctor was startled by him; they were used to fighting on the battlefield, never seeing a man who could make medicine taste bitter, and he immediately grew a bit flustered, only feeling relieved when he caught Jin Chen's glance telling him to withdraw.

"So bitter."

Muyue stuck out his tongue, looking pitifully at Jin Chen, "General, do I have to drink medicine every day?"

Jin Chen flicked away his tear with a finger and said lowly, "For the wound to heal, you must take the medicine."

This place isn't like the capital; there's no way to pamper this delicate, soft beauty who is undercover, so Jin Chen can only coax him.

"First drink it for three days to see the effect."

"Okay!"

Only then did Muyue break into a smile, hooking his arms around Jin Chen's neck, happily leaning in to lightly rub his forehead, "Thank you, General."

Wanting to be spoiled yet not allowing him any other moves, Jin Chen was truly helpless.

The guards brought over white congee with shredded meat; Muyue smelled the aroma, his long‑starved stomach growling, he was too ashamed to show his face, hiding in Jin Chen's embrace and refusing to come out.

I had thought the masked general would mock him, but all he heard was a low voice asking, "How long have you been hungry?"

Muyue peeked out half her face, whispering softly: "It's been about... five days."

Jin Chen furrowed his brows, pulled the person from his embrace and sat them up, staring at him as he ate.

Who would have thought Muyue wasn't the honest type; after a few sips their wrist trembled, the spoon fell into the bowl, they looked pitifully at Jin Chen, lightly biting their lips wet with congee.

"General... I have no strength."

The implication was, boldly wishing for this Supreme Commander of the Three Armies of the Red Void Kingdom to personally feed them congee.

Jin Chen pretended not to notice Muyue's somewhat clumsy acting, taking the bowl and feeding them spoonful after spoonful, actually without a hint of hesitation or impatience.

Muyue furtively glanced at Jin Chen a few times, but could only see that somewhat frightening silver ghost mask, and couldn't help but purse their lips.

However, given their current status, if they said something wrong and upset this General, it wouldn't be good.

After all, the rumors said that the Ghost-Faced General's appearance was terrifyingly like a demon, full of murderous aura, able to drive enemies back from a hundred meters away.

Muyue shifted position, leaning obediently in Jin Chen's embrace to drink the congee, never imagining how terrifying it could be.