The princess regretted it.

Chapter 306 General Mu lying on the bed

Mu Zixuan was sprawled out on his bed, bored, flipping through the little storybook Ah Song had painstakingly found for him. He'd been in that position for too long, feeling a tingling sensation all over his body, especially in his back, where it felt like a thousand needles pricking him. He considered changing his position to relieve the pain. The slightest movement jarred the still-healing wound on his buttocks, sending a sharp pain pulsing through his body like an electric current. He couldn't help but gasp, his features contorted in agony.

Ah Song was waiting outside, paying attention to the movements inside. When he heard Mu Zixuan's suppressed cry of pain, he hurried in from outside, his face full of anxiety and concern: "Master, please don't move! If there is anything, just tell me, why bother yourself?"

"Hiss--" Mu Zixuan's facial features wrinkled up in pain, and he muttered with gritted teeth: "My mother and father are so cruel. They must have used all their strength to beat me. Ouch, it hurts so much. They are not afraid of beating their only precious son to death." As he spoke, he unconsciously rubbed his buttocks lightly with his hands, trying to relieve the piercing pain, but this rub caused another sharp pain in the wound, which made him gasp in pain.

Asong hurried to the bedside, carefully and gently lifted the quilt covering Mu Zixuan, then slowly lifted the hem of his clothes to check the wound on his buttocks. He saw a bruise on his buttocks, slightly swollen, and a trace of blood oozing from the broken skin. Asong examined it while persuading him, "Young Master, just be content. The Madam and the Marquis are both skilled in martial arts. If they really got serious and beat you to death, how could you still be so energetic and lie here leisurely reading a storybook? I'm afraid you would have fallen asleep in a daze."

"Tsk!" Mu Zixuan was very unhappy when he heard this. He picked up the book in his hand and pretended to throw it in Asong's direction, cursing, "You bastard, let me ask you, who are you working for? Why are you always speaking for them?"

Ah Song was very clever. Seeing the flying book coming, he nimbly dodged it and easily avoided it. The book fell to the ground with a "pa" sound. Ah Song grinned, revealing two big white teeth. "Of course I am your servant, young master. But everything I say is the truth. Madam and the Marquis are both kind-hearted and sensible people. Of course, young master, you are also a first-class person."

"Stop flattering me!" Mu Zixuan rolled his eyes at Asong and said indignantly, "I just didn't hit you. Who in our family doesn't understand things? Besides, it was my order for you to run away from home. How dare you change it? If you had secretly gone to complain and ruined my plan, preventing me from leaving, humph, I really wouldn't want you. You would be a traitor, don't you understand?"

"Yes, yes, young master is right. The masters in the mansion are all good people who understand what's going on. Young master, don't worry, I will follow you for the rest of my life and will definitely be loyal to you." Asong replied with a smile and a nod, looking as flattering as possible.

Mu Zixuan snorted again, apparently quite satisfied with Asong's answer. Then, he reached out his hand to Asong. Seeing this, Asong hurried forward, took his hand, and asked, "Master, what do you want?"

"Help me up!" Mu Zixuan held Asong's hand tightly, trying to use the force to sit up from the bed.

Ah Song, however, held him down firmly and advised him sternly, "Master, your injury hasn't fully healed yet. You need to take good care of yourself. Don't keep thinking about getting out of bed. If the wound opens up and the healing process is slow, you'll suffer."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Mu Zixuan gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Your master needs to go to the bathroom, but I can't solve it in bed."

"Oh, oh!" Ah Song suddenly realized what was going on and quickly helped Mu Zixuan up, muttering, "Master, go slower and be careful."

"Hiss—" Mu Zixuan gasped for air, hissing as if every movement took all his strength as he slowly moved off the bed. Asong carefully supported him as he limped slowly towards the cubicle.

Mu Zixuan's parents were unaware of his predicament and weren't overly worried. After all, it was Zhong Wenqing who had done the deed, so she knew what was going on and was naturally sensible.

Although her son's skin was torn and bruised, it was only a superficial wound. Looking back on these days, Zhong Wenqing was really scared by Mu Zixuan. At first, she thought her son was really afraid that she would force him to marry, so he went out to travel in anger. Although she was a little angry, she didn't take it too seriously.

Later, when she learned that he had actually fled to the northern border, she began to feel anxious, worried that he couldn't endure the bitter cold and hardship there. Later, she heard that he had followed him to the battlefield, and her heart was in her throat. During that time, she couldn't sleep for many nights. To appease her mother-in-law, she had to feign calmness and pretend to be nonchalant to comfort her. Only she knew the feeling.

Now, his son has returned safely, and has made great contributions, been awarded the title of general, and has an official position. This should be a great joy, but Zhong Wenqing couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.

She thought to herself that she had to teach her son a lesson. Otherwise, with his mischievous and fearless nature, there was no guarantee he would cause more trouble in the future. Now that he had been granted an official position and status, if he got into trouble again, she would not be able to just brush him off by saying, "He's a child who doesn't understand."

Mu En was also aware of her concerns. Although his son's courage on the battlefield was commendable and made him, as a father, quite proud, he couldn't help but sigh when he thought of his son's reckless behavior of leaving home without saying goodbye. This child was too impulsive, completely disregarding the consequences. If it weren't for his good luck, there's no telling what would have happened this time. Mu En knew that he would have to discipline his son more and not let him act recklessly anymore, otherwise, sooner or later, he would get into trouble.

So, when his wife Zhong Wenqing was furious and wanted to teach Mu Zixuan a lesson personally, Mu En stood aside without any intention of stopping her. Instead, he cooperated very well and handed over the cane. It was as if he and his wife were comrades fighting side by side with only one goal - to discipline this naughty son.

Mu Zixuan was crouching on a stool, begging his mother for mercy, when he caught a glimpse of his father's actions from the corner of his eye. His eyes instantly widened in shock, as if he had witnessed something unbelievable. He couldn't believe that his father, who had always been so gentle and loving to him, would now be so "helping the evil." His heart ached, and he cried out pitifully, "Father!" His voice sounded as if he had suffered a great injustice.