As soon as the thought settled, there was movement at the southwest entrance.
A man in armor rode over, presented his identification token, and the guarding soldiers promptly and respectfully welcomed him into the camp.
[Tsk, itâs Mo Yuanhao, that guy finally returned.]
[Get ready to work.]
Yun Wanqingâs thoughts stirred slightly, her dispersed spiritual power quickly gathered, swiftly moving to envelop Mo Yuanhao.
As soon as her spiritual power approached, Mo Yuanhaoâs pupils constricted, instantly sensing a mysterious force.
An inexplicable danger swept through his body. He grabbed the reins, stopping, and looked around warily.
A hand reached into his cloak, gripping the hilt of his sword.
Seeing this, Yun Wanqing clicked her tongue slowly.
[Has he noticed my spiritual power?]
[Oh, his senses are so sharp, befitting the protagonist.]
Itâs not that Yun Wanqing was deliberately praising him.
Rather, her current spiritual power was countless times stronger than when she first crossed over.
The fact that he could sense it shows he is truly remarkable.
[Hmm, letâs see if you can really discover my presence!]
Yun Wanqingâs playful side was roused, her spiritual power transformed into a chilling gust, wrapping around Mo Yuanhao, blowing hard at his handsome face.
This time, even an ordinary person could feel it, let alone Mo Yuanhao.
The manâs face was as black as a potâs bottom, his thin red lips pressed tightly into a line, his eyes slightly squinted, revealing a hint of annoyance and impatience.
"I donât care if youâre human or ghost, best stay away from me; otherwise, Iâll scatter your ashes to the wind."
With that, he rode away.
[...]
[Tsk, quite the temper!]
Yun Wanqing muttered under her breath, then urged her spiritual power to continue following him.
"Reporting to the Vice Commander, the Commander is already aware of your unauthorized departure from the camp..."
Returning to the tent on horseback, as soon as Mo Yuanhao dismounted, someone came forward to report to him respectfully.
Upon hearing this, Mo Yuanhaoâs brow furrowed slightly, and he replied calmly, "Hmm, I know."
Yun Zheng was the highest commander; the entire camp was under his control, and nothing could be concealed from him.
An unauthorized leave from the camp wasnât something that could be hidden.
And Mo Yuanhao never intended to hide it.
"Also, the two young masters from the Commanderâs family have come to the camp, said to be under their motherâs orders to visit him after he left without notice."
Yun Wanchen and Yun Wanye?
Surprise flickered in Mo Yuanhaoâs eyes, but he quickly dismissed it as unsurprising.
The military situation was urgent; back then, Yun Zheng left in a hurry without saying goodbye at the mansion. It made sense that the Yun Family would be worried.
"Hmm, anything else?"
"No, thatâs all."
The subordinate shook his head promptly.
Mo Yuanhao acknowledged with a faint "hmm," handed over the reins, and strode into the tent.
He was very tired; any further matters could wait until tomorrow.
Back inside the tent, Mo Yuanhao washed up simply, then lay down and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Once he was asleep, Yun Wanqingâs spiritual power approached him.
[Fell asleep so quickly, seems truly exhausted. Heh, given how tired he is, itâs probably due to sparring hundreds of rounds with Su Qianxue.]
[Doesnât matter, with him falling asleep so fast, I donât have to waste time waiting.]
In the next instant, her spiritual power turned into a streamer, piercing into his brow, intruding into his mind.
In his sleep, Mo Yuanhao sharply sensed something, his brow furrowed tightly as if struggling to wake up, but he just couldnât.
After a few futile struggles, he sank into calm.
*
The sun slowly rose.
On the training ground, countless soldiers drilled in neat rows.
"Hey, ha..."
Yun Wanchen and Yun Wanye woke up to the soldiersâ vigorous training calls.
The first thing they did upon opening their eyes was to check on Yun Wanqing, sleeping between them.
In the dim light of the Commanderâs Tent, the little bundle clutched a milk bottle with both hands, eyes tightly shut, lips blowing milk bubbles, sleeping sweetly.
"Huh, why does our little sisterâs face look so pale? Could she be ill?"
Yun Wanye leaned closer to her face, examined her carefully for a moment, then looked up at Yun Wanchen, speaking softly with a hushed voice.
Hearing this, Yun Wanchen also leaned over.
He frowned, taking Yun Wanqingâs wrist, his thumb feeling her pulse while his cold eyes stayed fixed on her pale and thin little face.
"Sheâs not ill, but her pulse is floating and fast, slightly weak; it seems like sheâs exhausted."
"No way, didnât she just sleep here all night? How could she be exhausted?"