El paisaje es como una pintura

Capítulo 102

Only the two remained inside the tent. An awkward silence hung in the air as they looked at each other, speechless.

She twisted her body in Tuoba Chen's arms, trying to break free from this awkward embrace. But his tightening arms silently told her that the task was impossible, and helplessly, she could only continue to awkwardly stay in his arms.

Once he had calmed down a bit and felt he could speak more normally, Tuoba Chen asked with a serious face, "Is what he said true?"

After a moment's hesitation, Rongyue slowly said, "Literally, that's true..."

Tuoba Chen was furious, trembling all over, and hot tears welled up in his lifeless eyes: "You mistress, you...you betrayed me!! You're making me so angry, you're making me so angry!! You, I...I'll kill myself for you!"

Enraged and confused, Tuoba Chen seemed to mistake the tent wall for a physical wall and turned to ram his head against it. Rong Yue, equally startled and confused, also thought he had hit a wall and quickly shielded herself with her body. Before he could stop, he crashed heavily into Rong Yue, and the two fell to the ground. In that instant, Tuoba Chen swiftly flipped Rong Yue over, using her as a human cushion.

The wonderful feeling of holding the soft, fragrant woman in his arms made Tuoba Chen reluctant to let go. At the same time, he was angry about what had just happened, so he didn't say anything. With a pale face, he held Rongyue and lay on his back on the ground, remaining silent for a long time.

He didn't notice Rongyue move for a while, nor did he hear her speak. He felt uneasy about Rongyue's unusually obedient behavior and tentatively patted her waist: "Mistress? Mistress?"

"Mmm." Rongyue responded weakly, cold sweat beading on her forehead. She tried her best to regulate her breathing, not wanting him to notice anything amiss.

How could Ke Rongyue's unusual behavior escape Tuoba Chen's keen hearing? Suspiciously, he placed his hand on her shoulder to help her up, but the sticky sensation under his hand horrified him. He quickly raised his hand and brought it to his nose to smell it. The smell of blood made him cry out in panic, "Xiao San!"

Volume Two: The Resolute Heroines, Chapter Thirty-Three: Chen's Obsession

Hearing something was wrong, Ye Fan rushed in and immediately saw Rong Yue clinging to Tuoba Chen, gasping for breath.

"General!" Ye Fan cried out in alarm, taking a few quick steps to approach Rong Yue. He hastily pressed two acupoints on her shoulder with his fingers, temporarily stopping the continuous flow of blood.

Supporting Rongyue's arms, Ye Fan gently helped her up, along with a panicked Tuoba Chen.

Turning his face slightly towards Ye Fan, Tuoba Chen opened his lifeless eyes wide in panic and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with Xiao San?"

"We'll talk about that later. First, get the General to bed; treating the wound is the priority." Supporting the weak and feeble Rong Yue, Ye Fan's face was serious, his heart filled with genuine worry. Had the wound probably reopened? Hopefully, it hadn't torn the internal tissues…

Sensing the heavy and worried tone in Ye Fan's words, Tuoba Chen was even more alarmed. His hand, which was supporting Rong Yue's waist, trembled slightly uncontrollably. Following Ye Fan's lead, he nervously and fearfully arrived at the sandalwood bed behind the screen and carefully placed Rong Yue on the bed.

"I'm fine... hiss..." She had just opened her mouth to comfort the two men in front of her who were worried about her, but unexpectedly, she aggravated her wound, and the pain forced her to stop speaking. All the words she hadn't finished were turned into painful gasps.

"Shut up!" This woman can't seem to resist showing off, it's infuriating! Ye Fan snapped, his face contorted with anger.

Before she could even be born, Ye Fan had already preempted her words. Extremely uncomfortable, she closed her lips, pressing them tightly together. Tuoba Chen, holding Rong Yue's hand, remained silent, his face cold. What on earth is this damned man's relationship with his mistress?! How dare he speak to her like that! How hateful!!

He drew the dagger from the sole of his boot, aimed at the blood-stained patch of Rongyue's clothes, and with a well-controlled slash, tore Rongyue's clothes apart precisely from the front to her left armpit, revealing her white satin ribbon, now stained crimson.

"Are you courting death?! What do you want to do to the mistress?!" Upon hearing the sound of tearing fabric, Tuoba Chen was immediately enraged. He fiercely shoved Ye Fan aside, shifted his body inward, and stretched out his arms to separate Rong Yue and Ye Fan, attempting to block Ye Fan's view as well.

This prince is really jealous! Grinning and rubbing his sore shoulder, Ye Fan rolled his eyes and explained helplessly, "Second Prince, if you act like this, how am I supposed to apply medicine to the general..."

"Who needs you to apply medicine to the mistress!" Tuoba Chen roared, his face contorted with rage. "How dare you lowly soldiers touch the general's body! Get out of here!"

"But the general's injury..."

"Leave the medicine!"

Ye Fan asked suspiciously, "You're going to apply medicine to the general? Are you... sure?"

Tuoba Chen was startled, then remembered his current situation, and his expression suddenly darkened. He mechanically withdrew his arms inch by inch, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, suppressing the pain in his chest caused by weakness. Turning to the side, he almost squeezed out two words through clenched teeth: "Apply the medicine!"

Ye Fan pulled a dark brown porcelain bottle from his sleeve, stepped closer to Rong Yue, used the tip of his knife to pry open the bandage on Rong Yue's shoulder, removed the cork stopper from the bottle, and poured the milky white medicine inside onto Rong Yue's wound...

After applying the medicine and bandaging Rongyue, Ye Fan took a clean and refreshing set of clothes from the wardrobe behind the screen and dressed Rongyue.

After applying the medicine, Ye Fan breathed a long sigh of relief as he looked at Rong Yue, whose condition had improved significantly.

“General, there’s a limit to your reckless behavior, isn’t there? This body isn’t made of iron! How can this flesh and blood withstand your constant turmoil?” Glancing sideways at the frustrated Tuoba Chen, Ye Fan deliberately put on a serious face, his tone solemn and stern: “Don’t blame me for being blunt, General, if you continue to act like this, forget about the medicine, you might as well just go buy a coffin…”

"Shut up!" Tuoba Chen roared, his angry face revealing undisguised terror: "You've gone too far! Get out, get out of here!!"

"Alright, Second Prince, don't be angry. I'll leave right away." Ye Fan winked at Rong Yue, a wicked smile playing on his lips. He swung his feather fan and strolled leisurely out of the military tent.

This Ye Fan is such a troublemaker! I really wonder if they were enemies in their past lives, and now they've run into each other again, so he's deliberately causing her trouble!

As Rongyue rubbed her temples, she turned her head and saw the worried and uneasy Tuoba Chen. She moved her hand from her temples to the back of his hand: "Don't worry, I'm fine..."

"Nothing wrong?" Moving closer to Rongyue, Tuoba Chen pulled out one hand and tightly grasped the soft hand on the back of his hand, and said indignantly, "If this is what you call nothing wrong, then what situation would be considered something wrong?"

Faced with Tuoba Chen's questioning, Rongyue was speechless. She stared blankly at the pained expression on his face, watching him be angry for her, hurt for her, suffer for her, and struggle for her… A corner of her icy demeanor trembled slightly. At this moment, she realized with slight surprise that in this man's heart, her importance had reached the point where she could influence all his emotions…

After a long silence from Rongyue, Tuoba Chen assumed that the pain from her wound had flared up again. He anxiously reached out to touch her, but as soon as his fingertips touched Rongyue's body, he suddenly remembered her injury and withdrew as if he had been electrocuted.

"Xiao San, does your wound hurt? Is it serious?" Tuoba Chen asked anxiously, holding Rong Yue's hand.

Bringing her thoughts back, Rongyue's eyes softened. She took Tuoba Chen's hand in return and whispered, "The medicine has been applied; you feel much better."

The gentle grip from her hand startled Tuoba Chen. He murmured her name excitedly, an indescribable joy appearing on his handsome face.

"My mistress, my mistress..." Tuoba Chen held Rongyue's slender and smooth hand close to his lips and kissed her passionately. His eyes, which were originally lifeless, seemed to be filled with a misty joy because of their owner's extreme happiness. The misty light was very touching.

Two intoxicating blushes rose to her pale cheeks, adding a touch of allure to her already frail appearance. She awkwardly tried to pull her hand away, but to no avail. Rongyue turned her face away sheepishly and snapped, "What are you doing!"

The girlish coquettishness that was unintentionally revealed in her coquettish pouting made Tuoba Chen's heart flutter. Releasing the restless little hand from his palm, Tuoba Chen groped and placed his hands on either side of Rongyue's body, his long right leg sweeping over Rongyue and straddling the bed, supporting himself above Rongyue's body, the distance just right, infinitesimally close yet not touching her.

Strands of hair fell down, gently and softly brushing against Rongyue's cheeks, yet domineeringly, dancing lightly with her breath, caressing her face like a lover's tender, lingering touch...

"W-What are you doing..." Her breathing was uneven, and Rongyue's cheeks were as red as peach blossoms. If Tuoba Chen could see Rongyue's blushing appearance at this moment, he would definitely be intoxicated and his mind would be turned upside down...

"Mistress..." Tuoba Chen called softly, his voice alluring and passionate.

Warm, moist breaths sprayed onto Rongyue's face. At such close proximity, Rongyue could almost feel their intertwined breaths—ambiguous, tender, and endlessly entangled…

Her cheeks grew even redder. Gently pushing against the body on top of her, Rongyue coaxed, "You should get off first..."