The Stunning General Finds Himself in a Shura Field on a Dating Show ABO - Chapter 30

Hearing the question, Ye Zhi’s eyes snapped open.

His luminous eyes were now brimming with tears, the alcohol seeming to have crystallized in their depths. The drunken haze in his gaze made Lu Qingze’s heart tremble.

In the bustling living room, two drunkards nearby were still singing and shouting in unison. Yet Lu Qingze felt a sudden sense of tranquility. He reached out and gently stroked Ye Zhi’s cheek.

Ye Zhi didn’t resist. Instead, he squinted and nuzzled into Lu Qingze’s palm.

As if struggling to focus, he leaned closer to the young man, studying him intently for a long moment before murmuring slowly

Mingyuan… you’re back?

The unfamiliar name instantly sobered Lu Qingze.

This was the first time he had ever heard Ye Zhi mention someone else.

Was this someone from his life before he lost his memories?

Lu Qingze pressed

Who is Mingyuan?

Ye Zhi didn’t answer. He simply stared fixedly at Lu Qingze.

Suddenly, he pouted, tossed aside the pillow he was holding, and said with a wounded expression

Why did you even come back?

As he spoke, large tears welled up in his eyes, and his voice choked with emotion.

Why did you betray us? The sandstorms in Mobei were unbearable. I couldn’t sleep for nights on end, and the wounds on my body… they hurt so much…

The saying wine loosens the tongue holds its truth. In recent times, Ye Zhi had become much more reserved than before, not out of shyness or bashfulness.

It was simply because he hadn’t yet adapted. From his very first day in this world, he had keenly noticed that the way people spoke here differed greatly from that of Xia State.

Gone was the flowery, literary language; in its place was a casual, informal style, peppered with unfamiliar terms.

He would repeatedly mull over others’ words, adjusting his own speech to better fit into this strange new world.

The boy’s sobs were soft, yet they pierced Lu Qingze’s heart with a sharp pang of sympathy.

Ye Zhi’s questioning voice sobered Lu Qingze completely. He barely registered the oddness of the youth’s words, his mind flooded with questions

Who exactly is this Mingyuan?

What did he do to make you so distraught?

Where is Mobei?

Why do you want to go there?

Overwhelmed by the sheer number of questions, Lu Qingze couldn’t decide which to ask first. In the end, he simply inquired

Where are your injuries?

Tears still clinging to his cheeks, Ye Zhi pointed to his abdomen with a pained expression.

Here… a long, long wound. It hurts so much…

Lu Qingze’s expression instantly darkened. He hurriedly lifted the hem of Ye Zhi’s robe, eager to examine the wound the boy described.

But what met his eyes was a stretch of snow-white skin. Ye Zhi’s abdomen was firm and toned, with only a faint outline of abdominal muscles, and completely devoid of any wounds.

Lu Qingze gently stroked the area, and the boy’s skin flushed a delicate pink.

Ye Zhi frowned and slapped Lu Qingze’s hand away. Don’t touch me there. It hurts so much.

He obediently smoothed his clothes and muttered to himself, I’m so sleepy. I want to sleep.

Lu Qingze, however, remained fixed on the boy’s abdomen, his mind racing. There’s no wound, not even a scar. Why is Ye Zhi saying it hurts?

As he pondered, someone suddenly rested their head on his lap.

It was Ye Zhi, who, unable to find a pillow, had decided to make do with Lu Qingze’s leg.

Lu Qingze didn’t move. He simply untied the boy’s ponytail to prevent discomfort during sleep. He secretly pocketed the worn hair tie.

The other two drunkards, likely exhausted, had collapsed on the other sofa, plunging the living room into a rare silence.

In the quiet, Lu Qingze gently stroked Ye Zhi’s cheek and whispered, Were you unhappy before?

The sleeping boy, of course, couldn’t answer.

Worried about a potential headache, Lu Qingze moved his hand to Ye Zhi’s temples and began massaging them with patient, meticulous care.

His expression remained dark and inscrutable, leaving his thoughts unreadable.

As he felt the young man’s meticulous massage, Ye Zhi’s nerves gradually relaxed, and he soon drifted into a brief slumber.

For once, he dreamed of fragments from his past life.

Your Majesty! The Deposed Crown Prince has colluded with foreign barbarians and fled to the Northern Desert yesterday. He intends to invade our Great Xia. We urge you to dispatch troops immediately! Do not let familial sentiment delay matters of state!

In the resplendent golden palace, an elderly official addressed the figure on the high throne, his voice trembling with righteous fury.

The declaration sent shockwaves through the assembled court.

The Xia State raised him as its Crown Prince, yet now he plots rebellion? What an ungrateful wretch!

Xie Mingyuan is truly despicable! No surprise, given his barbarian bl00d—he’s mastered the art of ingratitude perfectly!

When his true parentage was revealed, he should have been banished from Xia State! It was Your Majesty’s misplaced compassion that kept him here, and now we’ve nurtured a viper in our bosom!

The usually silent emperor suddenly spoke

Oh? So this is all my fault, then?

At these words, the crowd fell silent, prostrating themselves to beg forgiveness. We have spoken rashly, Your Majesty.

The only person still standing in the hall became all the more conspicuous.

His hair was tied in a high ponytail, and he wore brocade robes—none other than Ye Zhi.

Marquis Jing’an, what is your opinion? the emperor asked, turning the question to him.

Ye Zhi stepped forward, bowing respectfully. Your Majesty, I believe there may be hidden circumstances behind this matter. You know Mingyuan’s character well—he would never…

Enough! Silence! the emperor interrupted Ye Zhi, continuing slowly, As for that man’s character, I truly do not know. All I know is that he intends to attack Xia State. As ruler, shouldn’t I suppress this rebellion?

Ye Zhi looked up in disbelief. Your Majesty! He is the elder brother you grew up with! After all these years of service to Xia State, how can you condemn him without reason?

I said silence! Has Marquis Jing’an forgotten his place?

The courtiers were accustomed to the emperor’s sudden outbursts of anger. Not a single one dared to speak a word in Ye Zhi’s defense.

Since Marquis Jing’an cares so deeply about traitors, you shall garrison the Northern Desert!

The emperor rose from his throne and declared in a deep voice

By imperial decree, Marquis Jing’an Ye Zhi is appointed commander of the Northern Desert garrison. Should he fail to hold his post, he will be judged as a traitor, and his entire lineage will be executed to the ninth generation.

The scene shifted to a military camp.

Though it was late at night, the camp was far from quiet. Soldiers hurried in and out of a tent, some carrying basins of bloody water.

Ye Zhi lay on a cot, his forehead slick with cold sweat.

A military physician knelt beside him, tending to his wounds.

A massive gash stretched across the youth’s pale, lean abdomen, dripping with bl00d and looking horribly gruesome.

Even though dreams should lack physical sensation, Ye Zhi could still feel the pain as vividly as if it were happening again.

He remembered this wound clearly—it was from his first battle in the Northern Desert.

An enemy sword had pierced his abdomen, and he had suffered numerous other blade wounds that nearly cost him his life.

Fortunately, the enemy forces had inexplicably retreated instead of pressing their advantage, remaining quiet for over half a month, giving Ye Zhi time to recover.

The military physician sprinkled medicinal powder on Ye Zhi’s wound. Ye Zhi trembled from the pain but only gripped the bedsheets beneath him, stubbornly refusing to make a sound.

Pain in dreams shouldn’t feel so vivid, but that period of Ye Zhi’s life had been a living nightmare. Years of accumulated knife wounds had etched the pain into his subconscious, resurfacing through his dreams.

Countless injuries, endless battles—every memory of them filled him with crushing dread.

Ye Zhi woke up from the nightmare, drenched in cold sweat, the alcohol haze partially dissipated.

Noticing he had been sleeping with his head on Lu Qingze’s lap, he quickly sat up, his voice still tinged with exhaustion

Sorry, Brother Lu.

Just then, Qin Siran and Xie Shi emerged from the kitchen, each carrying a bowl of hangover soup.

It’s okay. Drink some hangover soup, Lu Qingze said, reaching for a bowl from Qin Siran.

But Xie Shi stepped forward swiftly, offering his bowl to Ye Zhi first

Brother Ye, have some.

Thanks, Ye Zhi said, accepting the bowl and downing the soup in one gulp.

On the other side of the sofa, the other two drunkards had also woken up, still complaining about their headaches as they drank the hangover soup.

Ye Zhi blinked slowly, assessing his own head. Apart from a dull throbbing and a faint ache, his headache wasn’t nearly as severe as theirs.

He assumed it was because he had drunk less alcohol and didn’t give it much thought.

This season’s heartbeat texts only needed to be sent on the first and last days. With no text mission today and everyone feeling tired, they planned to wash up and rest after finishing the hangover soup.

While showering, Ye Zhi felt his head growing increasingly heavy, as if he might fall asleep at any moment.

Afraid of losing consciousness, he quickly rinsed off the soap, hastily wrapped himself in a towel, and hurried out, intending to go straight to his room and sleep.

But in his dazed state, he tripped on the bathroom step and lost his balance, pitching forward.

Just as he was about to faceplant, someone caught him in time

Brother Ye, what’s wrong?

Ye Zhi groggily looked up and saw it was Xie Shi.

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind, but it was no use.

I… I’m so dizzy.

It seemed the drug in the hangover tea had taken effect.

Xie Shi’s lips curved slightly as he leaned close to Ye Zhi’s ear, whispering seductively, Then just sleep. A nap will make you feel better.

His deep, soothing voice made it easy to let one’s guard down.

Like a smiling devil, he used his docile appearance and gentle tone to lure an angel into his demonic web.

Ye Zhi could no longer resist and gradually drifted off to sleep in Xie Shi’s arms.

A small syringe appeared in Xie Shi’s hand. He brushed aside the hair covering Ye Zhi’s nape and swiftly injected the contents. The empty syringe was then tucked back into his pocket.

The shared bathroom lacked privacy, with people coming and going frequently. Xie Shi refrained from further action, simply lifting Ye Zhi into his arms and carrying him back to their room.

Qin Siran was astonished to see Xie Shi carrying Ye Zhi back.

What happened to Xiao Ye? he asked.

He drank too much and fell asleep, Xie Shi replied effortlessly, carrying Ye Zhi to his bed and gently laying him down.

Qin Siran frowned, however. He had never seen an Omega with such remarkable strength before.