Chapter 137 Apology and Injury
A black figure slipped through the door like a ghost.
He Dayong looked closely and saw Xie Pei already sitting in a chair with an air of nonchalance, his eyes cold.
He Dayong's anger was largely extinguished when Xie Pei's gaze swept over him.
It's not that I'm not angry, it's that I'm afraid.
He Dayong felt a mixture of hatred and fear towards the man before him. He hated Xie Pei, a commoner who had repeatedly distinguished himself in the army and stolen his future. Yet, he feared Xie Pei's ruthless methods, which showed no regard for his status and caused him to lose face.
The broken leg seemed to sense its owner's fear and began to tremble unconsciously.
Just then, Xie Pei coldly opened his lips and said in a commanding tone, "Get out."
"No, you're not allowed to leave." He Dayong's lips trembled with anxiety as he glared fiercely at everyone present.
He dared not be alone with a monster like Xie Pei. Last time, he was beaten up in front of so many people in the military camp. He couldn't believe how Xie Pei would torture him if they were out of the camp.
However, his threats were clearly less effective than Xie Pei's inherent intimidating presence.
Once the boy recovered from his shock, he felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders and was the first to run away. The others followed suit and left one after another.
Only one of the guards who had informed He Dayong was left. He stood in the room, at a loss. He looked at He Dayong, then secretly glanced at Xie Pei. Finally, under He Dayong's threatening gaze, he took a step back and hurriedly fled.
He Dayong was suddenly isolated and helpless.
His voice trembled with nervousness: "What exactly do you want? Didn't you come here to apologize to me?"
"Apologize?" Xie Pei finally looked at him properly, a cruel smile blooming on his lips.
He Dayong's vision went black. He even began to regret why he had provoked Xie Pei in the first place. Xie Pei was a complete madman who just pretended to be a normal person.
He Dayong's teeth chattered uncontrollably. "What are you going to do to me?"
Xie Pei sneered, his mockery making people dare not speak out, "As you wish, I will apologize to you."
Is this an attitude of repentance?
Who would apologize with such an arrogant attitude?
"Where is the General? I need to see the General!" He Dayong broke down and began shouting recklessly.
Humans are very sensitive, and He Dayong naturally possesses this basic perceptive ability.
He felt a tremendous threat even after being alone with Xie Pei for just a second. It was an unpleasant feeling, as if he were being choked and unable to breathe.
However, his hysterical screams had no effect, and for some reason, no one outside came in to check on the situation.
Xie Pei simply looked at him quietly with his dark, deep eyes, unfazed by his reaction.
Like,
It's like looking at a dead person.
Xie Pei finally moved, slowly walking to the bedside and looking down at him.
Terrified, He Dayong dragged his broken leg as he tried to hide, muttering, "No, you can't do this to me, you can't do anything to me!"
"Someone come quick! Someone come quick!" Ren Dayong shouted, his voice cracking, but there was no response from outside.
"Don't come any closer! I have the Xu family in the capital behind me, the emperor's maternal uncle. I'm warning you, if you dare to do anything to me, the Xu family will not let you off!" He Dayong threatened him with a forced smile, but his voice lacked confidence.
Xie Pei narrowed his eyes, the fierce look in them like a sharp sword, repeatedly torturing He Dayong.
He Dayong, a tall, strong man, was so frightened that he turned pale and trembled.
"No... Ah!"
A scream suddenly echoed throughout the clinic. He Dayong slowly lowered the arm that had been protecting his head, his face showing a mixture of shock and bewilderment.
Blood trickled down Xie Pei's abdomen, dripping and pooling on the ground to form a small puddle, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.
A bloodstained dagger was thrown to He Dayong's side.
Even though he was injured, Xie Pei remained unmoved, his expression seemingly extremely pleased. A smile played on his lips as he whispered, "I'm sorry..."
sorry?
His fear of Xie Pei receded like the tide, and he mechanically turned his head, his eyes fixed on the bloody hole in Xie Pei's abdomen.
"Haha! Hahahahahaha..."
He Dayong seemed to revert to his usual arrogant demeanor in just a few seconds, and looking at Xie Pei's posture, he laughed somewhat maniacally.
He wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes, picked up the bloodstained dagger beside him, weighed it in his hand, and felt extremely happy.
"Xie Pei," he said with a gloating tone, "you've finally met your match?"
So what if he was granted the title of general? So what if he held a higher rank in the military?
The Xu family of Beijing behind him represents a level of influence that this humble countryman could never reach in his lifetime.
She dared to embarrass him in public, and even dared to break his leg. She was so arrogant, but in the end, she still had to obediently apologize to him in such a humble way.
But who is He Dayong?
The moment he realized that Xie Pei's threat to him had disappeared, the anger that Xie Pei had suppressed rose up again unrestrainedly.
His hatred intensified because he had shown his ugly side in front of Xie Pei.
The more tragic the situation, the more excited Xie Pei became. His brain was constantly stimulated by the bright red blood, the blood of the enemy he had longed to trample underfoot.
The breathing grew heavier and heavier; it wasn't Xie Pei's, but He Dayong's.
He gripped the knife handle tightly, dragged his crippled leg to the edge of the bed, and his eyes gleamed with bloodlust: "Xie Pei, since this is an apology, then make it until I'm satisfied."
He wanted to do it himself; he wanted to see Xie Peiru knocked to the ground, just as he had imagined.
The sharp blade flashed white light and plunged straight into Xie Pei's abdomen once more.
The pleasant sound of the dagger piercing flesh did not ring out as he expected; instead, he was met with the screams of the young apprentice and the soldiers' obstruction.
"Murder! Murder!" The young apprentice's legs went weak, and he dropped the tray in his hands and scrambled out of the room.
"Quickly, a doctor! Our general has been stabbed!"
"Quickly, get the general to his bed!"
"Stop the bleeding! Quickly, get some gauze!"
The scene was chaotic and noisy. He Dayong stared at everything in front of him, his face blank for a moment.
No one paid him any attention, so he seized the opportunity in the chaos to grab one of his personal guards: "I'm asking you, where did you go just now! Why didn't you respond when I called you?"
It was one thing that there was no response, but the important thing was that he had been hysterically shouting for so long and no one had come in. Just as he was about to take revenge on Xie Pei, all these people rushed in.
He was unwilling to give up, gripping the dagger tightly, his hateful eyes still following Xie Pei's figure.
The guard secretly looked up at him and muttered, "Didn't you say you wanted to drink the sweet soup from the street on the south side? I'll go and buy it for you."
He froze for a moment, glared fiercely, and cursed, "You piece of trash, get out of here!"
He was just a hair's breadth away from stabbing Xie Pei in the body. He had even found the right spot. With just one stab, Xie Pei would completely lose the ability to move violently.
He wanted to shatter Xie Pei's pride, strip him of all glory, and force him to live a life of subservience from then on.
However, his plan was suddenly disrupted.
He was seething with anger, unable to vent it, so he stabbed the air a few times with his dagger to vent his frustration.
"General, how are you feeling?"
The soldier who asked the question sounded nervous and concerned. He was Guan Shao's personal guard, and he had come with Xie Pei on Guan Shao's orders.
Guan Shao knew that Xie Pei was proud and arrogant, but He Dayong was no good either. He was afraid that Xie Pei would lose his temper and be unwilling to apologize properly, so he sent a personal guard to come and keep a close watch on him.
As it turned out, he thought General Xie's attitude on the way was indeed sincere, but he didn't expect that he would be bothered by a crying baby when he tied up his horse, which delayed him a little and caused a problem in the blink of an eye.
He would rather it be He Dayong who gets hurt than Xie Pei.
He Dayong, that good-for-nothing who only eats and does no work, relying on his family background to get seniority, is fine if he gets hurt. But Xie Pei is different. Xie Pei is outstanding, and his current status in the army is second only to Guan Shao.
Xie Pei's face was pale, and his lips were completely bloodless. "It's alright, I was only stabbed once."
Guan Shao's personal guards were terrified upon hearing this.
This wasn't just a single stab wound; he saw it all clearly when he heard He Dayong burst in with his manic laughter.
He Dayong's stance clearly indicated that he was preparing to stab a second time.
Let alone the number of cuts, such a deep wound could be fatal if it accidentally pierces a vital organ!
His feelings were complicated. He frowned and hesitated several times before finally speaking, "General Xie, why go to such lengths to apologize? How can we let him act so recklessly and endanger his life?"
Xie Pei lay on the couch, letting the doctor treat his wounds, and tugged at the corner of his mouth: "Since it's an apology, it must be done until Commander He is satisfied."
"General, I'll go back right away." The guard couldn't take it anymore. His dissatisfaction with He Dayong had reached its peak. He got up, gave a few instructions to the old doctor, and then turned and left.
Guan Shao's original intention was to make Xie Pei lower his head and apologize, but he never expected Xie Pei to pay such a price. Seeing this situation, the guards rushed back to the military camp without stopping.
Sigh—
A familiar figure in crescent-white hair rushed towards us, his hair blowing wildly in the wind.
"Young Master Zhu?" the guard shouted after recognizing him.
Zhu Mingyue was so dizzy from the shaking that she quickly grabbed Yin Xue when she heard someone calling her. "Are you... a high-ranking official from the General's Camp?"
The guard nodded. He was in a hurry to return to camp to report, and without asking why Zhu Mingyue had left the camp, he said briefly, "General Xie has been injured and is being treated at the infirmary. Young Master Zhu, please go and see him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Xue, who was beneath Zhu Mingyue, leaped into the air and galloped towards the clinic at the speed of a wild horse.
"Young Master Zhu?" Someone outside the clinic happened to recognize him.
Zhu Mingyue nodded stiffly, but couldn't muster any smile.
His heart was clenching with pain, his mind was a jumbled mess, and he had no idea what to do.
Upon entering the clinic, he didn't even glance at He Dayong. He rushed to Xie Pei's bedside, his almond-shaped eyes wide open. His gaze fell on Xie Pei's abdomen, which was still bleeding despite being tightly wrapped in layers of gauze, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"Xie Pei, you, you...how could you..."
Xie Pei slowly opened his eyes, his breath weak: "I'm fine."
He took Zhu Mingyue's hand and gently stroked it, "Sweetie, don't cry."
Zhu Mingyue's tears immediately flowed like a burst dam.
He was heartbroken.
Xie Pei smiled and asked, "What brings you here?"
Zhu Mingyue sobbed uncontrollably, but still managed to answer him in her spare time: "I...I found out...I found out you're here."
He wanted to pick up Xie Pei, and he had made many plans on the way there, but he wasn't prepared. When he saw Xie Pei was so badly injured, he couldn't hold back anymore.
His face was flushed from crying, and he almost couldn't breathe. Xie Pei had to comfort him instead: "It's really nothing. It didn't damage your foundation, just some minor injuries."
Zhu Mingyue raised her red eyes, half-believing and half-doubting: "Really?"
He examined the injured area closely. "Could it have damaged my kidneys?"
"Kidney?" Xie Pei didn't actually know much about human organs; he only knew how to operate without endangering the patient's life.
Just then, the doctor arrived with the medicine. After overhearing the conversation, he kindly explained, "This young master is referring to your innate constitution. The kidneys store the essence of your constitution. If the kidneys are damaged, not only will your health suffer in the future, but you will also experience premature ejaculation during sexual intercourse."
Xie Pei's face contorted for a moment, a rare moment of loss of control, before he feigned composure and said, "There shouldn't be any injuries."
He said this, but secretly he kept observing Zhu Mingyue, his nervousness obvious.
"Doctor, so he damaged his kidneys?" Zhu Mingyue didn't listen to him at all and turned around to ask softly.
"It's nothing serious, just a little short, but it was still quite a close call," the old doctor said, gesturing with his fingers.
Just a few centimeters away, he realized how close he was to his kidneys. He almost became impotent. Xie Pei was shocked, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.
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