Sick Man Turns Out to be a General

The thunder had sounded for the seventh time, and the air was damp, but the rain had no intention of falling.    

Mu Chen placed his hands behind his back and raised his head to look at the sky. His eyes were like two terrifying black holes that seemed to suck in the overcast sky.    

From time to time, the sound of hurried footsteps and shouts for things to be handed over could be heard from the room behind him.    

He raised his fist and smashed it onto a pillar to the side with a loud thundering sound. In the midst of the flashing lightning, Mu Chen opened his eyes wide with a resentful expression, which was extremely terrifying.    

He channeled some of his internal energy into his body and a hole was forcibly created in the pillar. The wooden thorn protruded and cut Mu Chen's skin, causing pain to spread over from his fist but he did not notice it as he let out deep roars, repressed and in pain.    

Nan Jiyun ran in. The moment he entered the circular arched door, he saw Mu Chen striking the pillar non-stop with his fist, making it sound like a beast's roar after being injured. That appearance and that sound was something he had never seen before.    

"Are you trying to tear the house down?" Someone in the room opened the door, roared at Mu Chen, and decisively closed the door.    

Mu Chen calmed down for a while, and then, he heard the voice of the man who spoke just now. He squinted his eyes and sneered, his previously chaotic mind suddenly became clear and he became calm.    

Nan Jiyun saw that he had calmed down a lot and walked over, "It's going to rain soon, go back inside the house and sit."    

Mu Chen didn't seem to hear his voice, as he slowly raised his head and looked towards the sky in the distance.    

The rain began to fall. The bean-sized raindrops fell on the leaves in front of the house, making a crisp sound.    

"Fourteen?" Nan Jiyun spoke again, and even extended his hand towards Mu Chen, but was avoided by Mu Chen. He turned his head and glanced at him, with a gaze filled with remorse and ruthlessness, causing his movements to become stiff.    

"I'm fine. Come in."    

The Sunset Courtyard was a separate courtyard on the east side of the Northwest General Manor. It had two spacious main houses, each with an ornamental roof and eight rooms on the east and west sides. There was a hall on the corridor, with thrush birdcages hanging on the corridor, and dry trees growing all around.    

The structure of the General's Estate was built in accordance with the capital's mansion. Fake mountains, flowing water, sculpted buildings … Back then, in order to make this mansion look more like the capital, he had even sent a group of craftsmen over from the capital.    

The two of them sat down in the main hall, facing each other in silence. The solemn atmosphere made the servants who came to serve them tea tense their skin and nervously pour them tea. Seeing that neither of them had any other orders, they quietly retreated.    

It was raining heavily outside, and the sound of splashing could be heard accompanied by the whizzing of the north wind.    

Nan Jiyun took a sip of the tea. The tea was too light and unpalatable, so he put it down, "It's not your fault that Mu Jing was poisoned. You don't have to blame yourself too much."    

A while ago, their army had fought a battle with the Great Qi Army on the golden beach, and accidentally fell into their opponent's trap, causing cold wind to get injured.    

"Yes." Mu Chen picked up the cup of tea and started drinking. His expression didn't seem to care, but his hand was tightly holding onto the teacup.    

Nan Jiyun was startled by the voice, he raised his head, and looked at Mu Chen who was wiping his hands with a handkerchief with an indifferent expression, he frowned, Mu Chen was most likely angry.    

"With Doctor Chang, Mu Jing's poison can definitely be cured, you don't have to worry too much." The one who was poisoned was his brother, so Mu Chen shouldn't have covered his own responsibility, right?    

He wasn't worried, he was so worried that he was about to explode with rage.    

Mu Chen looked at the broken pieces of the teacup on the ground, and then, someone hurriedly ran in from outside.    

"Marshal, General Cold Wind has woken up."    

The one who ran in was a burly soldier. He was a deputy general that followed beside Han Feng. His name was Ge Daniu. Before he even entered the door, he had already shouted at the top of his lungs.    

His voice was loud and hoarse, his voice unique. Even the few servants in the mansion were alarmed by his shout.    

But due to Mu Chen's prestige, no one dared to come over and investigate, they could only stretch their necks to look, and then, they saw the usually irritable Doctor Chang walking over angrily, while rolling up his sleeves, as if he was about to fight with someone.    

Just as Mu Chen and Nan Jiyun walked out of the hall, they saw that Doctor Chang Qian had angrily walked over and threw a punch at Mu Chen.    

Mu Chen caught his fist, and asked calmly: Where is he? "How is it?"    

"Ah, still alive. "However, you are about to die." While he was speaking, Doctor Chang took advantage of his inattention and punched him in the abdomen, "When I was saving someone earlier, what were you doing at the door? "Did you know that you are so noisy that you would interfere with my work? You idiot, you've only experienced one defeat and you …"    

His hand was moved away. It was a very light movement, but it was accompanied by a very heavy pressure. Doctor Chang raised his head and saw Mu Chen's ice-cold expression.    

"Are you awake?"    

"No, my life was saved, but the residual poison hasn't been completely cleansed. I think I'll need a few days to wake up." With how calm he was, Mu Chen was probably very angry.    

"What about the cold wind?"    

"He wasn't poisoned. Although his injuries were a bit severe, he was treated in time. He is fine now." "He's already awake. Do you want to go and see him?"    

Mu Chen nodded and turned to look at Nan Jiyun. Nan Jiyun was also worried about the cold wind and nodded.    

The cold wind had already woken up. His abdomen was severely injured, and his right leg was slightly fractured. He would probably need to rest for several months before he could recover completely.    

Since he couldn't get down to the floor, he placed a high pillow on his bed and read a book. When he saw them come in, he put the book down and asked them to sit.    

"How is Mu Jing? Have the dead soldiers been arranged? "    

"Mu Jing's poison has already been cured, and he still hasn't woken up yet. "Of the dead soldiers, a portion of their bodies have already been recovered. We shall burn them and bury them together." Seeing Mu Chen not saying anything, Nan Jiyun took the initiative to speak.    

"That's good." They had let down their guard in this battle. They had not expected the other side's Marshal to be so crafty, intentionally luring them into the golden beach and then sending the army to surround them from behind. If it were not for the fact that the White Tiger Camp had been operating in the shadows all this time, they would have perished on the golden beach.    

"Mu Chen?" Cold Wind frowned, turned his head to look at Mu Chen. "The Great Qi seems to have sent an army to reinforce him, which is extremely disadvantageous for us."    

"Yesterday I received a message from a pigeon saying that the Emperor has ordered General Song of the Qianzhou Barracks to send troops to support us." Mu Chen said, "The Qian Province is the closest army camp to Yanmen Pass, if the weather is good, we will only need half a month to reach."    

The weather is good?    

Everyone thought about the rain outside and could not help sighing in disappointment. It was really a depressing day.    

However, the time was not good, and the opponent would not send troops to invade. As long as they were careful not to take advantage of the situation and waited for reinforcements to arrive, they could defeat the opponent in one fell swoop.    

"Rest in peace. I will send someone to keep you informed of the situation on the front lines." Knowing that he was worried about the situation of the battle at the front lines, Mu Chen replied.    

Hearing his words, the young master smiled. "There's no need to go through all that trouble. Young Master should focus on the front lines."    

The few of them stayed here for a while before leaving.    

After returning to his room, Mu Chen's thoughts were in a mess. He took out a brush, ink and paper, and planned to write a letter to Shen Jingli.    

After writing down the contents of several pieces of paper in such a carefree manner, his mood gradually calmed down. He looked at the contents of the letter, crushed it into pieces, threw it into the wastebasket, and wrote another letter, concealing all the bad things.    

There was no need for them to know and worry about those unpleasant things.    

He placed the letter into an envelope and was about to seal it when a soldier came in with a letter.    

"Marshal, it's a letter from the capital."    

If it was sent to him, it would also mean that it was a letter from Shen Jingli. He put down the thing in his hands and said to him, "Hand it over."    

Not only were there letters from Shen Jingli's home, there were also letters from Yang Ningyi, Madame Loyal Marquis and the busybody Mu Ke.    

After putting away the letter Shen Jingli had written, Mu Chen opened the letter that Mu Ke had written and discovered that there were all sorts of complaints about him. He was complaining about the County Owner, Marquis Yuan, the Great Situ, Mu Yu, and even the emperor …    

Looking at the contents of the letter, Mu Chen could imagine how wronged Mu Ke looked when he wrote the letter, but this brat was really bold, even daring to complain to the emperor, he really wasn't afraid of death.    

In the end, Mu Ke mentioned the matter of Old Lady Mu's death, and told him that Mu Jin and Shen Jingli had gone back to mourn, and had even helped the Old Lady keep watch.    

Death?    

These two words enlarged in front of his eyes and in that instant, Mu Chen was unable to clearly explain the feeling in his heart.    

Ah, that aggressive old lady has passed away. He tried his best to recall, but he could not recall what the Old Lady looked like. As expected, he had not gotten along well with her all these years.    

He clenched his fists and sent the messenger with Yang Ningyi's letter to Mu Jing's room.    

Mu Jing had not woken up yet. He placed the letter beside his pillow and sat on the side of the bed. He recounted the recent events calmly.    

Mu Chen turned around to look at Mu Jing. He was sleeping soundly, as if having a beautiful dream, and the corner of his mouth was raised slightly.    

Mu Chen tucked him in, laid down the blanket for him, and left.    

Nan Jiyun was standing at the corridor, and upon hearing his footsteps, he turned around and waved the letter in his hand, "Did the other party's Grand Marshal write you a cordial greeting letter?"    

Greeting letter? It was a provocation letter.    

Mu Chen smiled, and took the letter from Nan Jiyun's hand, "A challenge?"    

"I already said it was a greeting letter. The other party is really cordially greeting you …" "Why isn't he dead yet?"