Chapter 1446: The Beauty General's Undercover Scheme No. 37

The next day.

The old matriarch glanced from afar outside the courtyard, saw Muyue's condition, and saw Jin Chen utterly devoted, his eyes and heart fixed on him alone; she sighed deeply, said nothing, and left.

In the afternoon, Ah Yan and mother came to see him. They were experienced, never even thinking of entering the courtyard; from a distance they saw Muyue was fine, and learned that in three or five days the deadly poison would completely dissipate, making them overjoyed.

By the night of the second day, the snake mark had receded to the neck, the distance from the upper abdomen growing ever closer.

Muyue's consciousness was no longer overly dull, but he still rejected anyone besides Jin Chen and his mother; only Jin Chen could get close.

Late at night.

Muyue first heard footsteps not far outside the door, a faint rustling.

He suddenly opened his eyes, sat up from Jin Chen's embrace, and stared sharply at the door.

"No need to worry."

Jin Chen held him and continued sleeping, "They can't get in."

Muyue, however, still felt restless; the chaotic, complex aura of strangers made him terribly uncomfortable, and he could not wait to drive them away and slaughter.

"No…"

"Older brother, kill them, I'll go."

Jin Chen: "……"

In the middle of the night!

What's the point of going out to fight and kill instead of sleeping!

Jin Chen opened his eyes and looked at him, "Really going?"

Muyue nodded.

"Then go."

Jin Chen pulled back his blanket, "Be careful."

Muyue: "……"

Older brother indeed didn't say he'd accompany him.

Muyue bit his lip, torn, glanced at Jin Chen, while the chaotic footsteps outside drew nearer, and faint whispers could be heard.

Muyue still went.

Outside grew noisier, swords clashing, wails continuous.

Besides, since it was Jin Chen's courtyard, even the old general didn't plan to come over.

However, the Grand General Jin, accustomed to slaughter on the battlefield, had faced far more chaotic environments; his sleep was utterly unaffected.

And outside.

Muyue moved closer to listen, then realized these people were assassins of the Right Minister, who intended to drag Jin Chen down with them even if they couldn't save the Right Minister.

Muyue's current mind couldn't support thinking so much.

But he distilled it to one thing: these people wanted to kill Older Brother.

His already icy killing intent grew even stronger after realizing this.

Muyue still wore a white inner robe, his black hair spilling over his shoulders, the snake mark on his neck strikingly vivid in the moonlight.

He stood there cold as ice, gradually approaching the assassins; hearing their startled gasp, he struck swiftly.

First seize the sword, then kill.

His green pupils even seemed to faintly glow in the dark night; once locked on prey, he could not possibly let go.

Blood spattered, wails rose and fell.

Half an incense stick's time.

Muyue tossed aside the sharp sword; Youyou glanced at the palace guards at the gate preparing to enter and clear the corpses.

Instinctively he knew these people must not be killed—they were Older Brother's men—but Muyue still couldn't control his aversion to strangers, and involuntarily clenched his fists.

"Muyue, come inside."

At the crucial moment, Jin Chen's aloof, clear voice summoned back Muyue's faint awareness.

Muyue pressed his lips, turned, and left.

Just entering the outer chamber of the bedroom, Muyue disliked it, stripped off all his clothes, and pitifully walked to the bedside.

At some point, a basin of hot water appeared beside the bed.

"Older brother."

Muyue wiggled his dirty feet.

"Wipe clean and come up."

"Oh."

Muyue wiped himself all over, then slipped into the blankets, pitifully gazing at Jin Chen in the dim moonlight.

Jin Chen held him and drew him into his embrace, "Can we sleep now?"

Muyue curled his lips, kissed Jin Chen's lips, and, as wished, slipped into his embrace and closed his eyes.

——

The third day.

The black‑line snake mark receded below the collarbone.

Muyue became much more lively, indeed regaining a semblance of his former self; still stubborn, but now able to distinguish those he knew.

Jin Qingqing entered the courtyard again to chat gossip; he wouldn't be overly repulsed, but the effect was brief—after calculating, Jin Qingqing realized that when he got to the second piece of Capital Noble Clans gossip, Muyue would grow impatient.

For example, now.

Muyue suddenly smashed the teacup; tea leaves and liquid spilled across the floor. Jin Qingqing gasped and fell silent, looking up to see that Muyue had lost all his earlier enthusiasm.

"I understand," Jin Qingqing, now quite perceptive, said, "I'll leave now; Second Elder Brother will be home soon, Your Majesty, please wait."

Having said that, they ran off in a puff of smoke.

Muyue again silently kicked at the fragments, feeling a bit bored.

He was actually just playing around by falling.

That day Muyue obediently drank a big bowl of Mother's stewed soup, which blended the flavors of Xiwu and was very tasty.

But the Saiwai-flavored soup was too drying, and that night was another sleepless night.

Jin Chen was still thinking about going to ask Mother for a soup recipe.

On the fourth day.

Muyue's Snake Mark faded, and Jin Chen's special leave request to the Emperor had been used up; he unexpectedly went to attend the morning court.

Normally, at the time of attending the morning court, Muyue would still be asleep.

But Jin Chen wasn't nearby, so Muyue woke up quickly, and after a dazed moment she recalled her older brother's instructions from before bed last night.

Muyue tidied the covers, gave a small yawn, and became much more alert.

Recalling the events of these past days, Muyue covered her mouth and laughed for a good while, 'Older brother is really good.'

From now on, he will never think of being separated from his older brother again!

Muyue felt a great joy, as if seeing the moon appear after the clouds part.

The sky gradually brightened; Muyue couldn't help but wait in the courtyard for her older brother's return, sitting on a stone stool, yet she felt a bit drowsy.