Fu Lei felt like he must have lost his mind just now. Otherwise, how else could he have allowed a woman to enter the Marshal’s room alone?
“…Should I kick her out?” He hesitated, feeling uneasy, and asked in a low voice.
After all, the Marshal was staying here for the night. If a woman remained in his room and didn’t leave, by tomorrow, the entire military district would be gossiping about it.
And the reason?
Well…
There were two major mysteries in the military district.
First: How did a man who was utterly unremarkable before the age of twenty become the empire’s top general in just two years?
Second: Why, despite his youth, was the Marshal so indifferent to everyone around him? No one even knew if he had ever had a lover.
Earlier, even the eldest prince, Lu Chen, had been left outside the door for an entire afternoon. The Marshal hadn’t even spared him a glance. Yet, back in the outdoor greenhouse, he had watched that girl, Leng Yiyao, for a long time.
Fu Lei was still trying to figure out what He Mo was truly thinking when the Marshal’s cold voice interrupted him.
“Didn’t you say Zhai Mu has already been sent back?”
Earlier, Zhai Mu had suffered severe bruising on his scapula from using that sniper rifle. The impact was so strong that his arm had gone numb. When He Mo made him remove his shirt on the spot, his entire shoulder had already turned black and blue.
For He Mo, choosing Zhai Mu to test the sniper rifle wasn’t just because of General Xu’s recommendation. More importantly, Zhai Mu had the marksmanship skills of an elite soldier but wasn’t a trained sniper.
That made him the perfect test subject.
Someone who could demonstrate the rifle’s usability while also revealing its recoil effects on the human body.
That was how you conducted a proper experiment.
He Mo’s trip to City D had two main objectives.
One: To shake things up within the military by baiting out hidden players.
Two: To use Zhai Mu as an experiment and test this batch of weapons.
The wealthy elites of City D weren’t wrong—when he went to the shooting range, his primary goal was military weaponry.
And the sniper rifle Zhai Mu had tested was one of the key pieces.
The study of ergonomics in firearms—how to optimize weapons to best suit the human body—was essential for fast-tracking weapon upgrades and modernization.
Fu Lei froze. Hearing the Marshal directly ask about Zhai Mu, he finally realized what he had overlooked.
The Marshal had come back to the hotel to hear the military doctor’s diagnosis on Zhai Mu’s injuries. But instead, Fu Lei had been too caught up in his anger at seeing the eldest prince lurking outside like a predator. Without thinking, he had dragged that girl into the room.
Now, standing before his superior, Fu Lei was utterly speechless.
“So, have you two figured out what you want me to do yet?” A lazy voice interrupted their conversation from the doorway. Leng Yiyao yawned, her tone dripping with boredom.
Excuse me, but her injuries were serious too, okay? She needed rest just as much as anyone else.
The two officers guarding her visibly stiffened. They had made sure she didn’t move—but they had completely forgotten she could still talk.
He Mo’s gaze darkened slightly. He turned his head and looked toward the doorway.
This woman had been thrown into a room full of soldiers, yet she wasn’t afraid in the slightest.
“If I’m not needed, then could you at least get me a room? I want to shower and rest.” Seeing how impractical it was to ask for a doctor, getting a room should at least be doable, right? Leng Yiyao glanced down at her robe, then rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.
“No need. You’ll stay here.”
He Mo’s voice was calm and detached. His face, as flawless as a sculpture, showed zero emotion.
But Fu Lei looked like he had just been struck by lightning. He took a step back in shock, miscalculated his footing, and slammed into the wall.
For a moment—
Dead silence.
Leng Yiyao tilted her head, her gaze dropping slightly.
…It seemed she had unknowingly gotten involved with someone she absolutely shouldn’t have.
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