The Humble Family’s Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket!
Chapter 762 - 682, Sick in the Head_1

Chapter 762: Chapter 682, Sick in the Head_1

Xiao Yeyang held a special status, and Wu Jingyi did not dare to put on airs as the military governor; should that fellow not give face, he would lose considerable embarrassment. Therefore, he took a detour and went to see Commander Xiu Xiangchen first.

Seeing Chui Gang bring Wu Jingyi over, Xiu Xiangchen snorted discontentedly.

The supply distribution of their Jinling Guard was actually separate from the army because the tasks the Jinling Guard undertook were special, allowing them to replenish locally.

In other places, obtaining supplies was manageable, but this was a frontier facing a shortage of supplies.

To rob them of their supplies, especially the life-saving medicine, wasn’t that just asking for trouble?

Let alone Xiao Yeyang, even Xiu Xiangchen himself did not want to offer Chui Gang any pleasant expressions.

Chui Gang watched Wu Jingyi with an embarrassed look, making eye signals to him to put in some good words.

After all, Wu Jingyi was from the military department, and it wouldn’t be right for him not to intervene. He laughed and exchanged cordialities with Xiu Xiangchen for a moment, and then scolded Chui Gang fiercely, "This guy is just a roughneck. Considering he’s also anxious about saving the soldiers, let’s not stoop to his level."

Xiu Xiangchen knew that Wu Jingyi would certainly be meeting the Emperor upon his return and immediately began to complain, "Governor Wu, it’s not that we are petty. You ask General Chui yourself, how many times have we helped him before? No matter how hard or troubled, have we ever said a word?"

"We all think of it as serving the Emperor and the Imperial Court, helping each other out as much as we can."

"With the urgent state of war, we are also worried. There it is, every single one of the Jinling Guard, from top to bottom, isn’t each one working hard on their tasks from dawn till dusk?"

"When the army isn’t fighting, at least the soldiers have some time to rest, but we of the Jinling Guard have none. To recapture the two lost cities at the earliest, to punish the traitors and expel the Tartars, we are constantly on the move."

"You know how dangerous the work of the Jinling Guard is, Governor Wu. Whenever we leave, it’s like carrying our heads on our belts, and injuries are all too common for us."

"For other supplies, if the army is in difficulty, I’ll tighten my belt and make do to support our soldiers, but not with the medicine for injuries. Once people from the Jinling Guard get hurt, they’re severely wounded. Without medicine, they won’t make it."

As he spoke, he snorted and glared at Chui Gang with dissatisfaction.

"General Chui, however, was not at all polite, directly taking the majority of the injury medicine, leaving us of the Jinling Guard starting to run out."

Wu Jingyi, troubled, looked at Xiu Xiangchen, who was bitterly complaining, and quickly cut him off, "Chui Gang knows his mistake; isn’t he here apologizing in person? Okay, let’s drop it for my sake."

Xiu Xiangchen snorted and said no more.

Wu Jingyi coughed slightly and began, "I came here because I wanted to ask you for a favor."

At these words, Xiu Xiangchen immediately showed a guarded expression: "What favor?"

Seeing his reaction, Wu Jingyi was somewhat at a loss for words, "There’s a general in the army who has been seriously injured and I’d like to ask Doctor Ge over here to take a look."

Xiu Xiangchen looked at Chui Gang, "Is the wound infected and causing fever?"

Chui Gang nodded sorrowfully and quickly pleaded for his subordinate, "I was wrong about the earlier matter. Whatever you want to do to me, I’ll accept it. But could you please save the person first? Kou Yaowu is a blood-and-guts man, always stationed at the frontier, having killed numerous Tartars. For him to die from an illness would be such a pity."

Xiu Xiangchen wasn’t one to miss the gravity of the situation. Chui Gang had even brought Wu Jingyi, clearly indicating the urgency. However, he still stated, "The medicine for treating wound infections, you took most of it last time, and the Jinling Guard has used some since then. There’s not much left, and Doctor Ge guards it closely, hardly using any."

"Doctor Ge is not of the Jinling Guard; he is employed by the Yan Family specifically for the care of Mr. Xiao and the brothers Yan Wenkai and Yan Wentao. I cannot command him. What I can do now is take you to meet him."

Chui Gang knew about this and quickly nodded, "When we meet him, you’ll have to say some good words for us."

...

Meanwhile, Doctor Ge was preparing to dine in the dining hall with Xiao Yeyang, Yan Wentao, Yan Wenkai, and several captains of the Jinling Guard.

Just as the kitchen staff had set the food on the table, Xiu Xiangchen arrived with Wu Jingyi and Chui Gang, followed closely by Wu Dingbo, hovering like a tail.

The moment Wu Jingyi and Chui Gang arrived, Xiao Yeyang received the message. He had just returned from an exhausting mission outside, both tired and hungry. He nodded at the three men and immediately started slurping the black rice porridge.

Yan Wentao and Yan Wenkai didn’t dare to do the same, but they also refrained from doing anything else. They simply stood up, bowed, then promptly sat down to eat efficiently.

This time, to investigate the connection between Prince Eight and the Tartars, they relied on Ginseng Fortifying Pills and had lay in ambush for seven days and nights on the grasslands, barely eating anything during that time, leaving them so famished they felt their bellies sticking to their backs.

The other members of the Jinling Guard hesitated to move, but seeing Xiao Yeyang, Yan Wentao, and Yan Wenkai eating calmly, they eventually couldn’t bear the hunger. After bowing, they too began to eat voraciously.

Xiu Xiangchen knew that Xiao Yeyang and the others were starving, so he didn’t say anything.

Wu Jingyi, seeing that Xiu Xiangchen hadn’t spoken, also kept his mouth shut and didn’t utter a word.

Chui Gang was anxious, but since neither Wu Jingyi nor Xiu Xiangchen had said anything, all he could do was wait quietly.

Wu Dingbo was less composed, staring wide-eyed at Xiao Yeyang, who was eating as if no one else was present. He thought to himself that Xiao Yeyang was still the same Xiao Yeyang he had been as a child; although he had grown in ability, his inherent arrogance seemed unchanged.

Xiu Xiangchen, after all, was his immediate superior, and his own father was the Left Commander of the Five Armies of the Ministry of War. In Beijing, these two were sought after by many Princes for their goodwill. Xiao Yeyang’s disregard for them was something Wu Dingbo had to admire begrudgingly.

Observing Xiao Yeyang, Wu Dingbo could still see glimpses of the boy he used to be, but... why did a member of the Imperial Family live so roughly? A scruffy beard was one thing, but eating as if he were fighting a war, as if he hadn’t had a good meal in generations, like a desperate refugee.

Gradually, a look of sympathy appeared on Wu Dingbo’s face.

Before coming here, he had heard his father constantly praising how outstanding Xiao Yeyang was, which had filled him with jealousy and discontent. But now, having seen Xiao Yeyang with his own eyes, his jealousy subsided, replaced by pity.

The guy looked so haggard that it was clear he hadn’t lived well these years.

Poor child!

Xiao Yechen, after all, led a comfortable life in Beijing, attending school with the Princes, socializing with the highest nobility. He traveled daily in luxury carriages or on prized steeds, enjoying great comfort.

And Xiao Yeyang?

Wu Dingbo glanced at the members of the Jinling Guard who were diligently eating, shaking his head. Each one was so unrestrained and lacking in manners that, had they been in Beijing, they would definitely be on his list of unsuitable associations.

Alas, it is said that the missions of the Jinling Guard are very dangerous. Xiao Yeyang, a decent member of the Imperial Family, actually chose to join the Jinling Guard!

Indeed, after Prince Ping supported the Ma Family, now Xiao Yechen had an opportunity to compete with him for the Prince Residence title. Over the years, Xiao Yeyang hadn’t stayed by Prince Ping’s side to show filial piety, making it likely that the title of Princely Heir might not fall upon him.

Thus, he must strive hard to make a mark.

Alas, how pitiful!

Having trained in Internal Martial Arts, Xiao Yeyang’s senses were already sharper than those of ordinary people. Plus, Wu Dingbo’s staring was too intense to be ignored.

After drinking two bowls of black rice porridge, his hunger somewhat alleviated, Xiao Yeyang finally looked up. When he saw Wu Dingbo looking at him with pity, he felt a moment of regret for the commander’s son; it seemed his brain was somewhat defective.