Chapter 138: Chapter 80: The Atmosphere Is a Bit Ambiguous

Outside, the rain fell like a curtain, layers upon layers, enveloping everything, while inside the tent was a landscape cloaked in dimness.

Liu Qian held a sharp blade, carefully slicing a tiny opening in the tent.

Through that narrow slit, a graceful figure was faintly visible in the hazy light, wiping her rain-drenched hair with a cloth.

The maid nearby handed her a dry piece of clothing, she whispered her thanks, her gentle voice faintly audible, “You can rest now! I’ll wait a while longer.”

The maids retreated as instructed, and she changed into a plain-colored garment she often wore.

The night grew deeper, as dark and thick as ink.

He saw her struggling with fatigue and resting her head on her arm on the table, soon appearing to fall asleep.

The surroundings were unusually quiet, except for the incessant sound of raindrops falling, tick-tock, like the heartbeat of the night.

Liu Qian hesitated no more and gently blew the sedative smoke into the tent.

After completing his task, he quickly returned behind the large tree, only to be astonished that his master was nowhere to be seen.

Just as he was about to move to search, his master suddenly appeared, pulling him into the dark corner of the wall, and asked in a low voice, “How did it go?”

“I’ve administered it! Master, what’s next?” Liu Qian’s tone carried a hint of urgency and doubt.

“Go back to sleep, leave the rest alone.”

His master’s voice was cold and resolute, a bloodthirsty smile gracing his lips before he turned and vanished into the darkness.

Liu Qian dared not ask more, quietly slipping away.

Ning Zhen woke up feeling an unbearable heat, as if a fierce fire burned within her, extremely uncomfortable, and her mouth was desperately parched.

Outside, the downpour continued, the rushing rain as if it would engulf the entire world.

Shen Ruoxi had not yet returned. She got up, poured some water, drank a couple of sips, yet still found the heat insufferably irritating.

Was it possible Shen Ruoxi wouldn’t come back tonight? Should she return herself? Such heavy rain was certainly detrimental to the wound on her arm, but the unbearable heat was driving her mad.

She slowly stood up and walked to the entrance of the tent, trying to see if the rain might lessen.

At that moment, a faint sound of flute music drifted in, like a nightingale singing, breaking the silence of the night.

The flute sounded clear and cheerful at times, like a stream flowing through the mountains, lively notes jumping, bringing joy to the heart;

At other times, it was soft and lamenting, as if telling poignant stories of love and separation.

She was like someone intoxicated, her entire being immersed in the exquisite melody, involuntarily stepping slowly in the direction of the flute music.

The night wind was chilly, carrying a slight coldness, while the pouring rain fell with bone-chilling cold.

The rainwater irritated her injured arm, causing unbearable pain that seemed to pierce her.

Yet she seemed unaware, like a puppet that had lost its soul, following the ethereal sound of the flute.

“Shen…” A soldier on patrol, dressed in a raincoat, was about to greet the passerby but quickly realized it wasn’t who he thought, hurriedly correcting himself, “Military Guard Ning, what are you doing?”

Ning Zhen appeared composed, everything seeming normal, though her voice was somewhat mechanical, “I just went to find Military Doctor Shen, now heading back to my tent.”

“Military Guard Ning, you’d better hurry back, the rain’s quite heavy.” The soldier kindly reminded her.

“I know.” Ning Zhen responded briefly and then left directly.

Her behavior seemed normal, yet the soldier faintly felt something was off.

But who would truly care about her? To most, even greeting her was considered a courtesy.

After all, she had taken Military Doctor Shen’s fiancé, tried to seize credit, and nearly caused Military Doctor Shen’s death, delaying essential operations, committing grave mistakes.

By now, everyone was extremely disgusted with her, avoiding her as much as possible.

So, the patrolling soldier didn’t bother with further questions, continuing his patrol duties.

Ning Zhen found herself in the secluded backyard, the night eerily quiet, the rain having slightly lightened but still softly drizzling.

Her mind alternated between muddled and clear, yet she remained determined to follow the charming flute sound.

“Shen Ruoxi, you have your day too!” A hoarse, cold voice suddenly rang out, like gravel fiercely rubbing together, grating and harsh.

Ning Zhen didn’t even have time to turn around before feeling a sharp pain in her neck, and was struck hard, after which her body went limp, fainting to the ground.

The person easily picked her up by the waist and melted into the rain, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

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Shen Ruoxi found herself in Jun Moling’s large tent, feeling very uneasy.

Even though his tent was incredibly spacious, accommodating thirty to fifty people with ease, she couldn’t help but feel it was cramped and uncomfortable everywhere.

“Prince, I’ll go back!”

Judging by her demeanor, convincing her to change the way she addressed him would take some time. Jun Moling wasn’t in a hurry, holding a towel, his voice exceptionally gentle, “The rain outside is intense, you should rest here peacefully, I’ll squeeze in with my teacher, his tent is right next to mine.”

Saying this, he promptly picked up a towel and gently wiped her rain-dampened hair.

Shen Ruoxi was startled, hastily reaching to snatch the towel, urgently saying, “Prince, I’ll do it myself.”

However, Jun Moling dodged her and steadily placed the towel on her head.

Seeing Shen Ruoxi’s flushed face, he smiled inwardly, his voice soft, “Don’t move, since we’re already betrothed, you’ll have to gradually get used to this.”

His movements were exceedingly gentle, as if cradling the most precious, unique treasure in the world.

Every stroke was filled with boundless tenderness and care, his focused demeanor as if this was the most important thing in his life.

The candlelight inside the tent flickered, interweaving light and shadows.

Jun Moling’s large hands were gentle, as if carrying sparks, his unique scent slowly emanating.

At this moment, Shen Ruoxi’s face was as red as a peach blossom, her body rigid as if under a spell, feeling like she was enduring a torture session.

“Prince, I’ll do it myself.” Unable to endure the intense and ambiguous atmosphere, Shen Ruoxi reached once more for the towel, forcefully pushing him away, even her ears seemingly aflame.

Jun Moling’s beautiful black eyes twinkled with amusement as he watched the embarrassed Shen Ruoxi, his mood exceptionally good, “Alright, you rest, I’ll go to my teacher’s tent.”

“No need, the rain’s eased a bit now, I’ll return.”

Shen Ruoxi quickly refused, thinking to herself, if she were seen coming out of the Marshal’s tent in the morning, what a scandal that would be?

Those who knew would understand he was with Zhai Wen, but others might think she and he spent the night together! She wouldn’t want to be criticized for that.

Jun Moling slightly furrowed his brow, about to speak when he heard the voice of the guard outside, “Marshal, General Xiao requests to see you outside the tent.”

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