Chapter 559 - 278: This Dog System Really Knows How to Distort the Truth_4
Chapter 559 - 278: This Dog System Really Knows How to Distort the Truth_4
Yun Wanye’s expression showed a hint of suspicion, and as he spoke, a possibility suddenly flashed in his mind.
He raised his eyebrows and said in surprise, "Could it be that her spiritual power went outside?"
"Well, all right, as long as she’s not sick, that’s good. Getting sick in a place like this, I’d truly be the sinner of our family, and Dad definitely wouldn’t let me off."
Besides Dad, he himself would be very distressed.
Little sister is still so young; if she gets sick, who knows how much suffering she’ll have to endure and how many hardships she’ll face. He’d rather be the one falling ill.
"Hmm, it’s fine, let little sister rest well, we shouldn’t disturb her."
"Alright, then big brother will have to work hard today to take care of little sister in the tent, while I, I’ll go out to help Dad."
Yun Wanchen had no objections to this.
After a simple wash, Yun Wanye took off his splendid attire and changed into plain cloth short garments, even replacing his silk headband with a simple cloth strip.
A well-dressed young nobleman instantly turned into a rural boy.
But, even as a rural boy, he couldn’t hide his air of nobility.
The commander’s tent was lifted, and then the guards outside saw a nonchalant young man come out.
Everyone was slightly stunned and all stared at him intently.
Who is this kid?
When did he enter the commander’s tent???
How come they didn’t see him???
"Hey, who are you? How did you come out of the commander’s tent?"
The Centurion came out, holding his sword, scrutinizing the young man in front of him.
Tsk, this kid is actually so outstanding in appearance?
Looks somewhat familiar, too.
"What? You don’t recognize me?"
Yun Wanye tilted his chin up, looking casually at the man scrutinizing him.
Hearing his words, the man scratched his head, still puzzled.
At this moment, a soldier wearing Bamboo Armor stepped forward, stood behind the Centurion, and whispered in his ear.
"Boss, didn’t the team six say that the two young masters of the Commander came to the camp last night? This one might be the Commander’s son."
The guards outside the Commander’s Tent are on rotational duty.
Last night, it wasn’t this team’s turn, so they hadn’t seen the Yun Family Brothers.
They had only heard a mention from the team taking over about the two young masters, but the Centurion hadn’t connected the boy in front of him with the Commander’s son at all.
"Are you the Commander’s son?"
The Centurion, touching his chin, examined Yun Wanye, still finding it hard to believe that the Commander’s son would be dressed so poorly.
"Of course, otherwise, with the heavy guard outside the commander’s tent, not even a fly could get in. How could I possibly get in?"
Indeed!
The commander’s tent isn’t a marketplace; not just anyone can enter.
The Centurion’s expression instantly turned respectful.
"So it’s young master, I really didn’t recognize you, but why are you dressed so... uh, did you not bring clothes? I’ll have someone bring you clothes right away."
He looked at Yun Wanye’s clothes with an indescribable expression, feeling that these clothes shouldn’t be worn by the Yun Family’s young master.
Which young master would wear such clothes?
There are many noble young masters training in the camp, but among them, who doesn’t wear silk under their armor?
Yun Wanye waved his hand, quite satisfied with his clothes.
"No need, I brought these clothes on purpose. In the military camp, it’s all about convenience, no fuss."
Everyone wears armor and short garments, while only the two of them wear silk and brocade, which doesn’t fit in.
Moreover, apart from conforming, these clothes are very convenient for daily life and tasks, very suitable for military camp activities.
"Oh, alright."
The Centurion nodded blankly.
"By the way, where’s my dad? Do you know where he went?"
He hadn’t seen Yun Zheng early in the morning, and Yun Wanye suddenly remembered that he still had something to discuss with Yun Zheng.
Hearing his voice, the Centurion returned to his senses, hesitated for a moment, then leaned over to his ear and whispered softly.
"Returning to young master, I heard that something happened at the Vice Commander’s side, and after receiving the news, the Commander hurried over to the Vice Commander’s tent..."
Vice Commander?
Mo Yuanhao???
Yun Wanye stroked his chin, falling into thought.
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