Yan Jue ignored Lu Xing and walked back to his room.
"Yan Jue, how is your injury?"
At this moment, Tang Xiaomin, still in her "costume" and with her mask removed, stepped forward with concern and supported Yan Jue.
Upon seeing Yan Jue's injuries, she immediately frowned deeply.
This was a play, and also a gamble.
If Tang Xiaomin were exposed, a war would be inevitable.
To prevent the Eight Hall Yama Kings from discovering the truth and harming Tang Xiaomin, Yan Jue had decided from the beginning to confront them himself, to injure them as much as possible. Then, when both sides were injured to varying degrees, Tang Xiaomin, the imposter commander, would make her appearance. Even if exposed, the Eight Hall Yama Kings wouldn't be able to do much to Tang Xiaomin.
Yan Jue looked at Tang Xiaomin in her red attire and was once again lost in thought.
Mistaking his dazed gaze for mischievous intentions, Tang Xiaomin said, "You're already this injured, yet you're still looking. You should take care of yourself first."
As she spoke, she tore off Yan Jue's battle-worn shirt and tossed it aside. When she clearly saw the bruises on Yan Jue's body, her heart ached again. The scars left by Meng Yi Ren last time, combined with the current ones, meant there wasn't a single good spot left on Yan Jue's body.
"Wait here, I'll get the medicine box."
As she turned, her hand was suddenly grabbed and pulled back. Their bodies inevitably pressed together, and Tang Xiaomin was instantly both embarrassed and angry.
"At a time like this, can't you just stay still?"
As the saying goes, to die under a peony is romantic even as a ghost. She truly couldn't understand Yan Jue's thoughts.
Yan Jue's gaze shifted from Tang Xiaomin's face to her hands. Her hands were red and swollen, injured from beating Song Xin earlier. To intimidate them, Tang Xiaomin had used her full strength in that palm strike, holding nothing back. While effective, it had also injured herself.
"You're hurt," Yan Jue said, a deep sense of self-blame on his face. He could have prevented Tang Xiaomin from taking such risks, but he had to do it to avoid future trouble. He tenderly blew on her hand, like an adult comforting a child with concern.
Realizing she had misunderstood, Tang Xiaomin uncomfortably pulled her hand away. "My injury is nothing. It's you who's so badly hurt."
"If there's ever something like this again, don't ask me to do it. I truly can't bear to watch you face so many opponents alone." Especially after experiencing Yan Jue's tribulation last time, and the feeling of loss. Tang Xiaomin was terrified of losing him again. Only she knew how agonizing it was to watch Yan Jue face eight opponents alone from behind. She had to suppress the urge to rush forward and fight alongside him.
Yan Jue said without hesitation, "Okay, I promise you."
Tang Xiaomin shot him a glare. "Easier said than done, but you'll never actually do it." She was helpless with his tendency. Silently sulking, she began to disinfect Yan Jue's wounds.
"If it hurts, just groan. You don't have to bear it."
"Minmin... if you could hug me, it wouldn't hurt so much." Yan Jue made an extremely unreasonable request.
Knowing he was speaking nonsense, but seeing so many bruises on him, Tang Xiaomin couldn't refuse. She put down the cotton swab and hugged him from behind, leaning her head on his back. He tightly gripped her hands, which were now in front of him, and secretly worried and hesitated where she couldn't see.
"Minmin."
"Hmm."
"If... I'm just saying, if. If I did something that was meant to be for your own good, but it ended up hurting you, would you forgive me?"
Tang Xiaomin instinctively thought of Yan Jue's last tribulation and replied without thinking, "No."
Yan Jue's heart sank, filled with panic. The grip on her hand tightened.
"Minmin, I actually..."
*Bang!*
The door suddenly burst open. At the same time, Tang Xiaomin quickly let go of Yan Jue and, with incredible speed, ran into the adjacent walk-in closet. For the sake of caution, she couldn't let anyone other than herself and Yan Jue know that she was impersonating the Supreme Commander.
Lu Xing stood at the doorway and said respectfully, "Mr. Yan, the Ghost Doctor has arrived. You should let the Ghost Doctor treat you."
"Mm." After Yan Jue agreed, the Ghost Doctor entered carrying a bulky medical chest. After a brief treatment, the Ghost Doctor left. Su Dan Novel Network.
At this moment, Lu Xing's face lit up with joy. "Mr. Yan, that's wonderful. The Supreme Commander's appearance today and her words mean the Yama Kings won't dare to obstruct us anymore. This is truly fantastic." It was quite a coincidence that the Supreme Commander appeared when the fighting was at its fiercest. "It seems even the Supreme Commander couldn't stand how backward the underworld is, which is why she sided with us. But that Supreme Commander is so elusive, I even sent people to follow her, but unfortunately, we lost her."
Yan Jue frowned, surprised that Lu Xing had acted without his permission. Fortunately, they had lost her. The more people knew about this, the greater the risk. "From now on, no tracking. And try not to mention her when you have nothing else to do. Do you understand?"
Lu Xing was confused as to why Mr. Yan didn't even want her mentioned. But no matter what, he would obey. "Yes, I understand."
"Mr. Yan, you should rest well. Once you've recovered, we'll discuss the next plan."
After Lu Xing left, Tang Xiaomin had also changed back into her own clothes and emerged. "You rest well. I'll go make you something to eat and help you recover."
The solitary world of the two was blissful, and eating the food Tang Xiaomin cooked was a joy. But remembering that Tang Xiaomin had just recovered from a cold and had rushed to help him with the play, Yan Jue felt uneasy. "Minmin, you just got over your cold. Don't tire yourself out. You have school tomorrow, so you should go back and rest early."
"Alright, I'll cook and then go back."
"Minmin..." Tang Xiaomin had learned Yan Jue's ways of saying one thing and meaning another, and stubbornly went to the kitchen to make Yan Jue a rich and nutritious meal. After they both enjoyed it heartily, she returned.
As she got into the car, she suddenly remembered Yan Jun desperately begging the Supreme Commander not to abandon him on the battlefield earlier. What could have caused the proud Yan Jun to break down and become so humble? What secrets lay behind it? Thus, she sought out Chu Chen.
At this moment, Chu Chen was indulging in debauchery in a bar. Perhaps influenced by his surroundings, Chu Chen had abandoned his ornate white and gold robes, opting instead for trousers, a shirt, leather shoes, and a bow tie. At first glance, he truly resembled a carefree rich man, standing out in the noisy environment.