Chapter 1424: The Beauty

ChiHanHua vomited blood from Jin Chen's outrageous words.

He truly spat out a large mouthful of blood, felt waves of dizziness, and collapsed helplessly.

"This…" Shiyou finally lifted his head, hesitated, and looked toward Jin Chen, "General, if the Prince dies here, it'll be hard to explain."

Jin Chen glanced at the black blood ChiHanHua had vomited, pondered, then said calmly, "The Prince's anger has harmed his heart; send him back to the relay station to rest."

When was this person poisoned?

Jin Chen was puzzled, but he knew who the culprit was.

His wife's methods are far more formidable than he imagined.

"This place is so dirty."

Muyue recoiled in disgust, then acted coquettish, tugging at Jin Chen's sleeve, "Older brother, shall we leave?"

"Save…" Qingle knelt before Jin Chen, kowtowing, hoping he could save ChiHanHua; even if he were utterly clueless, he could see this was no simple injury.

Qingle, used to ingratiating himself in the Jade Water Pavilion, would, even when only pleading tearfully, unconsciously show the expression most suited to curry favor.

"Please…"

"Older brother, I dislike him."

Muyue's voice suddenly turned cold, blocking Jin Chen's gaze toward Qingle, she bit her lip in dissatisfaction, "Don't look at him!"

"I didn't."

Jin Chen couldn't tell where Muyue was hurt, so he gently pulled her over.

"Throw them out together."

"Yes!"

Muyue hid in Jin Chen's embrace, glanced back at the casually carried-off ChiHanHua and Qingle, and felt a bit pleased.

ChiHanHua is almost dead!

The anger-induced heart toxin flared, actually speeding up death; then… whether it be sudden death or randomly dragging a beggar to take the blame, it would never implicate the General, Older Brother.

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -5, total 85!】

After leaving the council tent, Muyue no longer clung to him as before, merely obediently following at Jin Chen's side, step for step, her gait slightly floating.

Muyue glanced at the older brother walking ahead, then secretly lifted her sleeve to sniff, hoping he'd notice nothing, so she could peacefully pass these days and let her wounds heal.

But how could she hide it from a General who, having fought year after year on the battlefield, is extremely sensitive to the smell of blood?

Going around the screen, Jin Chen casually wiped his hands with a cloth, then sat down boldly and asked, "Where are you hurt? Let me see."

Muyue: "……"

Oh no, I haven't thought of an excuse yet.

Muyue shyly stepped back half a step and shook her head.

"Nothing…"

Jin Chen said in a low voice: "Muyue."

Oh dear, when the older brother gets angry, he's a bit scary.

Muyue's heart gave a twinge; she approached, wronged and aggrieved, took off the clean clothes she had changed into, the soft fabric falling like dropped flowers, revealing her collarbone, shoulders, and abdomen.

Moments later, she was left with only what could be considered clean.

Muyue stepped on the clothes, lowered her head, and pouted.

It's not just an injury; it's practically as bad as when Muyue first arrived at the Divine Might Camp, even worse.

Moreover, most of the wounds are on her abdomen and back; her fair skin makes the red marks even more striking, intertwining into wound-like symbols.

Jin Chen's gaze froze as he examined Muyue's body inch by inch, knowing that if she wanted to resist, she wouldn't be injured this severely.

What's more……

Jin Chen looked at him and said hoarsely, "Why don't you resist?"

"Older brother, it hurts."

Muyue saw the pity and resentment in Jin Chen's eyes, and tears immediately welled up; clearly she's been used to being beaten since childhood, so why does it hurt more this time?

Muyue's tears fell pattering as she slowly walked toward Jin Chen, "I can't beat him…… he's so strong."

Jin Chen pulled Muyue into his embrace, his fingers gently tracing the edges of her wounds, which felt slightly itchy; Muyue couldn't help but hum, tilted her head to bury her face in his neck, and her tears surged.

"Wu…"

Fortunately, there's the older brother; he can barely hold on.

This counts as Muyue's most sincere bout of crying.

Jin Chen isn't easily fooled; he pinched her chin, lifted her face, and asked again, "Who hurt you? Why didn't you resist?"

"It… my half‑master, the one who taught me martial arts." Muyue sobbed, shaking her shoulders, "He wants to punish me."

That much, at least, is not a lie.

Then Jin Chen recalled that the Xiwu Kingdom's royal family's disciplinary method is to administer the poisoned water whip; defiance is a crime.

But that punishment is for slaves.

Jin Chen's brows knotted tight; his heart ached as if it might overflow, he gently soothed, stroking her every wound with a hint of weak Spiritual Power.

"Hn…"

Muyue, feeling a bit sensitive from the touch, pulled Jin Chen's hand shyly, "Older brother… let me nurse my wounds."

Jin Chen: "……"

What's been on his mind all day?

Jin Chen then seized her arm, locking it at his waist, confining her in his embrace, "You have nothing else to say."

Muyue breathed lightly, her scarlet cheek pressed against Jin Chen's neck, hearing him she nodded slightly and rubbed, "There is."

"Older brother, blow on the wound, it hurts."

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 50!】

Jin Chen sighed, really had no way with him.

Threats and bribes have all been tried, this little swindler just won't reveal his identity; what can he do?

Still lacking an opportunity.

Jin Chen had an idea, he held Muyue and pressed her into the bedding, took the ointment and personally applied it to the wound.

The ointment was cool and soothing; Muyue lay flat, leaning back, closed her eyes and softly hummed in enjoyment, suddenly she didn't know what she thought of, muttering softly.

"I have resistance, I am not a slave......"

Jin Chen stared, looked up and saw Muyue had actually fainted asleep, talking in her sleep.

"Muyue is not a slave."

Jin Chen coaxed him, his dry warm palm stroked the cheek, imprinting a kiss on the brow, "Muyue is a treasure."

Perhaps having heard it, Muyue stopped whimpering, hung in Jin Chen's embrace and slept peacefully.

The ointment combined with Spiritual Power took effect extremely quickly; Jin Chen only felt relieved when the bleeding stopped.

Outside the main tent, Jin Chen heard a report.

He tidied the blanket, then touched Muyue's brow before getting up and leaving.

A few moments later, Muyue swooped into the blankets, eyes red, happily rolling around.

Older Brother said he's a treasure! Even the wet nurse never said that.

In the Xiwu Imperial Palace he could only be a slave, a lowly prince; only with Older Brother could he be a treasure.

"Reporting, General."

The scout soldier came to report: "The Iron Mud Army Camp for some unknown reason suddenly began internal fighting, everyone went mad and slaughtered each other, the campgrounds can be described as… rivers of blood."

After fighting this long, having clashed with the Iron Mud Country several times, they've never seen anything like this.

"Indeed suspicious." Jin Chen stood with hands behind his back, side-eyed, his hawk-like sharp gaze fixed on the Iron Mud Camp's direction, pondering: "Mutual slaughter..."

Looks like another of Muyue's masterpieces.

【Wow, could it be you don't want me to go to war?! Overbearing Main God loves fiercely!】 Ling Gun Gun exclaimed.

Jin Chen: "……"

Jin Chen pinched his brow, "Continue preparing gunpowder supplies, don't waste the opportunity."

"Subordinate obeys!"

Jin Chen again glanced back at the quiet tent, turned and left, heading straight for the city-state.