Chapter 101 Sweet Moments [IF Route] (Part 6)

Mu Meng ran with all his might, but after only five or six steps, his wrist was grabbed.

The next moment, she was suddenly pulled into a warm and generous embrace. The familiar scent enveloped her, and in that instant, all the storms in her world vanished.

All that remained was the dampness all over my body and the boundless, warm, and gentle atmosphere.

Feeling safe and comfortable, Mu Meng subconsciously snuggled closer to Mu Qingheng, but then a little bit of frustration welled up inside her.

Seriously... how could someone recognize that?

But now that he has caught her in such a disheveled state, and she still resolutely runs away, won't this just add fuel to his anger?

"Lu Yu, you should lead the physicians back and settle them in properly," Mu Qingheng's deep and clear voice suddenly came from above Mu Meng's head.

Lu Yu was his deputy general. Mu Meng heard him respond with a "yes" from afar, and then Mu Qingheng added, "Set up the tents as soon as possible and add a heater."

"Uh...yes."

Just by listening to the deputy general's voice, Mu Meng could detect a hint of doubt. It seemed strange that His Highness the Crown Prince had suddenly remembered to care about his health today.

She found it both funny and heartbreaking, but dared not look up at Mu Qingheng's expression. Her big eyes darted left and right like a little fox stealing food.

All the healers looked completely dumbfounded, bewildered and confused; the brothers' personal guards stood there like rows of spears, quite composed.

However, Mu Meng guessed that the current situation was a bit bizarre, and probably everyone was confused about the current situation.

After Mu Qingheng gave the instructions, everyone quickly got to work, and in no time, there were hardly any people left.

Nestled in Mu Qingheng's arms, Mu Meng whispered, "Brother..." For the past few days, she had been suppressing her voice with her spiritual power, producing a boyish voice that was neither male nor female. This time, she no longer needed to hide it in front of him, and her voice returned to its normal soft, sweet tone.

Let's not even talk about how she managed to blend in with the medicine-carrying army and follow them all the way to Yunzhong Bay; nor will we mention how harsh the living conditions are here, what she has eaten these past few days, or whether she has slept well.

Just thinking about it made Mu Qingheng feel as if a handful of steel needles had been sprinkled into his heart, causing a sharp, deep, and unbearable pain.

Besides feeling heartbroken and filled with rage, Mu Qingheng didn't want to say a word to Mu Meng. He took her hand and walked towards the tent.

Although he was angry, he still controlled the force in his hands, afraid of hurting his younger sister.

“Brother…” Mu Meng didn’t pay attention to these details. She was very uneasy. Her brother’s behavior was worse than a scolding. He didn’t say a word, which made her even more anxious. “Brother, are you angry? Please talk to me and say something to me…”

He pursed his lips, picked up Mu Meng without a word, and strode towards the tent.

The main camp tents at the front had already been set up, and the deputy general was walking this way when he saw Mu Qingheng returning, still holding the little medicine boy from before. He stared blankly and asked with a dazed expression, "Your Highness, what happened?"

“This is Her Highness the Princess,” Mu Qingheng said. Seeing that the deputy general was about to bow in surprise, he stopped him in a deep voice, “There’s no need for such formalities. It’s late and Her Highness needs to rest. You should give the order that no one else needs to come and pay their respects.”

The lieutenant looked at Mu Qingheng with a puzzled expression, wanting to glance at the person in his arms but not daring to, and could only nod blankly: "Yes, subordinate understands, I will pass on the order immediately."

Mu Qingheng stepped into the tent.

Upon entering, the raging wind and rain outside were completely shut out, and the whole world suddenly became quiet. Bright candles were lit, and the stove had already been set up as instructed, filling the room with warmth and coziness.

As soon as Mu Qingheng placed Mu Meng on the bed, he remembered, "Brother, I'm all wet from the rain..." The bedding was new, so this meant it would get wet...

Mu Qingheng's voice was a little cold: "You still know that."

His tone was neither warm nor cold. Mu Meng blinked guiltily, immediately realizing that the rumors outside that "His Highness the Crown Prince is imposing without anger" were actually true. She hadn't believed it when she first heard it. Her brother was so gentle, practically the kindest and most compassionate person in the world. Where did she see any majesty?

Today she had witnessed it all, but his appearance made her feel even more... a little bit apprehensive.

After uttering those words, Mu Qingheng didn't stop working; he pulled out a set of his clothes.

But... this is clothing worn close to the skin. He hadn't thought much of it before, but tonight he had just had a breakthrough, and without anything else happening, just looking at this clothing made his ears feel slightly hot.

Mu Qingheng glanced at Mu Meng, and the heartache and anger he felt upon seeing her gradually subsided, replaced by a gentle and tender feeling.

He casually rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand, cleared his throat as if to cover up his embarrassment, and walked over with a cold expression, handing the clothes to Mu Meng:

"Change into these first. There's no shower here right now, but I'll go get you some hot water."

When Mu Qingheng returned, Mu Meng had already changed her clothes. As soon as she saw him, she looked up at him with her innocent little face and smiled at him with her carefree eyes.

But at this moment, Mu Qingheng didn't want to say anything, and handed Mu Meng a water bag: "Drink some water."

Mu Meng took it and obediently drank a few sips.

Just as she put down the water bag, a dry, soft cloth was draped over her head. Mu Qingheng carefully and gently untied Mu Meng's hairband and gently dried her wet hair little by little.

Mu Meng remained seated. After a while, she reached out her soft little hand and gently poked Mu Qingheng's waist and abdomen, her voice barely audible: "Brother, don't be angry anymore, okay? Getting angry... is bad for your health. Or, let me explain it to you?"

Mu Qingheng remained silent, his hands continuing their work.

Mu Meng pressed on, grabbing Mu Qingheng's strong waist and saying, "Brother, stop busy. Look, my hair is dry. Talk to me."

Her body exuded a sweet and refreshing fragrance, truly like a piece of warm jade. Mu Qingheng's breath hitched, but he controlled his expression well, still maintaining a cold and indifferent demeanor.

He patted Mu Meng's arm gently, signaling her to let go, then knelt down in front of her and rolled up her overly long trouser legs.

"Don't move," Mu Qingheng said in a low voice, "Sit still."

Oh...why are you like this? Being angry is one thing, but does seeing yourself bring you no joy at all? Since you're annoyed, just give her a good scolding. Staying silent like this is making me uneasy.

Mu Qingheng carefully folded up Mu Meng's overly long trouser legs and cuffs, and then brought her a thin blanket to drape over her. Seeing that her complexion was much rosier than before, the knife-like pain in his heart was finally lessened.

Seeing Mengmeng looking at him pitifully, her clear, big eyes wet with tears, even the most hard-hearted person would soften a little, let alone him.

Finally, unable to bear the heartache in his heart, Mu Qingheng asked in a low voice, "Does Luo Luo know you're here?"

He didn't even bother to ask his father if he knew; he knew without even thinking that his father was completely kept in the dark by this little girl.

Mu Meng looked up, thought for a moment, and said hesitantly, "I probably... don't know, unless something unexpected happens."

Very well, they even kept it from Luo Luo.

Mu Qingheng originally thought that Luo Luo would reluctantly allow her to come out because she couldn't resist her sister's insistence, but that she would make some proper arrangements for her here, such as having someone to protect or take care of her. But now it seems that there is nothing at all.

The anger that had just subsided surged up again, and Mu Qingxing frowned: "Mengmeng, you..."

He thought he could manage to scold her a few times, but in reality, he could only manage two or three words before he couldn't continue. Mu Qingheng pursed his lips, his eyes filled with tenderness, and reached out to touch Mu Meng's little face. "Are you scared here?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Meng immediately perked up. If her brother asked like this, then he must not be so angry anymore, right? She quickly shook her head and explained sincerely, "I'm not afraid, how could I be afraid? Brother, I didn't come here to cause you trouble. I came to help and protect you."

In the candlelight, her bright eyes sparkled, like a clean sheet of paper, revealing her pure and sincere thoughts.

Mu Qingheng felt a pang of pity and held her warm little hand. "Brother knows, but you shouldn't have come to such a dangerous place alone, and you even kept it a secret from everyone. You're quite resourceful. Luckily, we found out today, otherwise, we'd have to fight several more fierce battles later. What would you have done then?"

He sighed, "Even though I realized it today, you still suffered so much."

Mu Meng was both amused and exasperated. He could endure such hardship, so why couldn't she? Besides, it was nothing at all. She shook Mu Qingheng's large hand and obediently moved closer: "Brother, I didn't suffer much. It was just getting caught in the rain. Don't blame yourself. I've always been healthy and I don't get sick."

Mu Qingheng gave her a weak glare, then carefully pulled the thin blanket up and tucked it around her.

In the end, it was all his fault. He thought he was perceptive enough, yet he didn't even notice that Mengmeng was hiding here in time.

All the medical immortals had entered and exited his tent that day, yet he was completely unaware. What was he doing?

Mu Qingheng's thoughts wandered further and further. His anger towards Mengmeng gradually subsided, and his self-loathing slowly resurfaced. He stroked Mu Meng's still slightly damp hair and apologized softly, "Mengmeng, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be mean to you just now."

Mu Meng smiled and looked him over: "He's alright, not too fierce, but he just doesn't say anything, which is kind of scary. Brother, if you get angry again, just scold me, don't ignore me."

After saying that, she realized that what she said was a bit inappropriate, so she quickly added, "I promise I won't make you angry anymore... but... you can't always treat me like a child, always trying to protect me and not letting me do anything. I can protect you too."

Mu Qingheng pinched Mu Meng's cheek, smiled, and said nothing.

After thinking for a moment, he asked softly, "Mengmeng, you bandaged the wound on my shoulder, didn't you?"

Mu Meng opened her eyes wide with curiosity: "Brother, how did you know?"

But the thought of this matter inevitably reminded him of what he had been agonizing over at the time. Mu Qingheng's cheeks flushed slightly, and he pursed his lips, quickly suppressing those tender thoughts: "There's one more thing, Mengmeng, did you attack that hyena demon's dark abyss?"

Mu Meng secretly prayed that he would not make his brother angry again because of this, since he had finally managed to coax him into smiling.

Mu Qingheng chuckled, "You've already said everything, and you still know I'll get angry?"

He was never truly angry with Mengmeng; he was just terrified. Although he knew Mengmeng's strength—she could easily handle those hyenas—there's always an unexpected turn of events. If possible, he still hoped she could stay safely at home, never having to fight in this harsh and dangerous place again.

"It's good that you're not angry," Mu Meng leaned over and hugged Mu Qingheng's strong arm, looking up at him. "But there's something else. I only found out after I got here that you don't take good care of yourself at all when you're out there. Sometimes you get hurt or sick and don't even say anything. How could you do that? You know I was very worried."

Mu Qingheng said, "Who told you such nonsense?"

Mu Meng pouted: "It's not nonsense, everyone knows that."

"It must have been the Ancient Physician who told you, right? He was the one who called you just now. It seems you two are quite familiar with each other," Mu Qingheng said casually. "His medical skills are indeed good, but he's getting old and tends to exaggerate a bit when he talks. Don't listen to his nonsense."

She glared at him, then leaned on his shoulder without a care. "Anyway, I know that if you don't take good care of yourself, I'll come with you every time you go on a campaign. Even if I don't come secretly, I'll ask Father for permission, and if he approves, you can't say anything."

Mu Qingheng looked helpless and gently poked her forehead. "You just said you would never make me angry again, and before the words even left your mouth, you've already made me so angry."

Although his words carried a hint of reproach, his eyes were smiling, and a closer look revealed nothing but doting affection.

Mu Meng gave him a coquettish smile, "Brother, I'm not angry with you. Does your shoulder hurt? Let me change your dressing."

The little girl's soft, sweet voice was more effective than any medicine. Mu Qingheng couldn't help but laugh, "No need, stop fooling around, quickly lie down and rest for a while, you haven't slept much all night."

"If she sleeps here, then where will her brother sleep?" Mu Meng was about to ask when she saw Mu Qingheng shake his head with a smile and turn around to tidy up the wet clothes she had just put aside.

Before he could finish speaking, something suddenly fell out of his clothes with a "plop".

Mu Meng's heart leaped into his throat, and he moved with lightning speed, like a little monkey. He bent down, reached in, and snatched the item into his robes.

But Mu Qingheng had already seen it. He turned his head, his expression slightly stern: "Mengmeng, stop hiding it. Give it to me."

"No... I won't give it to you," Mu Meng said awkwardly, covering the things she had gathered in her arms with her hands, stammering as she protested, "This is mine, only... only I can see it..."

Mu Qingheng remained silent for a moment.

That's their Celestial Clan's Moon Fairy Token. If you fall in love with someone, you can write their name on the Moon Fairy Token and pray for them. The longer the time passes, the deeper the blessings will be bestowed upon the other person. It's a spiritual artifact for heartfelt blessings.

And one can also secretly pray that the person they love also loves them, and that they will eventually become a couple.

Mengmeng is not even an adult yet, so how did he come to have someone he likes? He has no idea.

Who could it be? Jiu Yan? Liu Tian? Or someone else?

No matter who it was... Mu Qingheng secretly clenched his fingers. After the bitterness, there was a suppressed and deep anger. Mengmeng was not yet an adult, and her mind was simple and innocent. He had too much time to protect and love her. Which audacious person actually tricked her into giving him the Moon Immortal Token!

If Mengmeng were an adult, it would be fine, but given the current situation, he would not let him off easily and would definitely teach that person a lesson he would never forget.

Mu Qingheng reached out again, his eyes filled with affection and tenderness, but his tone left no room for refusal, "Mengmeng, bring it here."