Chapter 238: Chapter 238

Mo Junhua believed that evil would never overpower righteousness, justice resides in people’s hearts.

For seven days, he neither ate nor drank nor slept, confined in a solitary room with only a palm-sized skylight for ventilation, with no water for bathing.

Interrogations continued from morning, with a new team each day. A hint of irony curled his lips—Mo Junhua never imagined that one day he would be scrutinized; he was always the one scrutinizing others. No wonder the elderly often say that the world is unpredictable.

"Comrade Mo Junhua, being a veteran yourself, there’s no need for us to reiterate the discipline of the organization, right?"

The two middle-aged military men sent by the higher-ups spoke earnestly, after reviewing Mo Junhua’s files, they felt deeply pained. Such a promising young man had taken the wrong path, what a pity.

Mo Junhua looked at them calmly, people in politics always liked to beat around the bush.

"I’ve reviewed your files, the battles at Boundary River and Heisan River were brilliantly executed, winning against the odds, annihilating the enemy. These two battles played a decisive role in the entire war strategy..." The middle-aged military man paused, looking at Mo Junhua, "You are the most talented in military strategy among the younger generation I have seen." Fear for the young.

Despite the high praises from the middle-aged military man, Mo Junhua’s handsome face remained expressionless as if the praises weren’t meant for him.

Psychological tactics, all leftovers of his own tactics.

Mo Junhua’s dispassion towards honor or disgrace was noted by the middle-aged military man, who was secretly pleased. Indeed a talent, and he always cherished talents.

"You came from a rural background, reaching this position today has not been easy. The organization still trusts you. It’s natural for young people to be impulsively hot-blooded, making mistakes in a rush. No one is perfect, making mistakes is human, what matters is recognizing the mistakes and learning from them. We are here for giving you a chance to correct and renew yourself, you must seize this opportunity well, and explain the issues thoroughly..." the middle-aged Mo Junhua earnestly persuaded.

Mo Junhua snorted coldly, nonsense about recognizing mistakes—he made none. They really thought he was brash and reckless, expecting him to admit to non-existent crimes with just a few words. Once admitted, he would never recover.

Unfortunately, the middle-aged military man’s efforts were in vain. Mo Junhua was impenetrable. Concerning the treachery of Li Hong, Mo Junhua consistently responded with official statements, stating that the materials had been transferred to the regiment headquarters for their verification. On accusations of his unbecoming conduct, Mo Junhua firmly replied, swearing on the honor of a soldier, never forgetting a soldier’s duties and obligations, staunchly supporting and upholding military marriages, and emphasizing how satisfied he was with his wife, intending to stay together till old age if no accidents befell him.

Mo Junhua’s avowal sounded very natural, leaving the two middle-aged military men blushing and awkward.

Oh, young people these days...

This round of interrogation failed!

Another group replaced them, but no matter who came to interrogate, Mo Junhua repeated the same answers each time.

After exiting the tiny dark room, he was tired, hungry, and exhausted, appearing as if he might faint any moment; he had been holding on just to see her the moment he got home.

Su Qing, Zhang Tian, and others saw his chapped lips and pale face and were very worried; his body had just recovered, what if something went wrong again...

"Girl, I’m hungry, is there any food at home?" He let go of her hand, stood up, and staggered towards the bathroom.

A hole had been smashed in the wall, with sand and soil scattered on the floor, indicating the force Lan Tian had used. Fortunately, she had not used her Spiritual Power, otherwise, Mo Junhua would have died on the spot. The noise was so loud, nearly everyone in the building heard it; the nearby military wife knocked on Lan Tian’s door.

"Lady, what happened in your place? Such a loud noise, the building shook, it sounded almost like an explosion."

Lan Tian waved her hand, restoring everything back to its original state, and cast an Illusion Technique on that wall, making it look intact and tidy. Satisfied, Lan Tian then went to open the door.

"Lady, it’s nothing. I was just cooking and accidentally knocked over the pot, sorry for disturbing everyone."

"Are you alright?" The military wife asked worriedly.

Mo Junhua had returned, delivered personally by a car from the regiment headquarters. Everyone in the building saw it. Being sent back by the headquarters indicated that Camp Commander Mo was innocent, dispelling the rumors that had been circulating days earlier, and the observing military wives in the building became active again.

Now, with a bit of commotion in Lan Tian’s house, everyone peeked out to see.

"No worries, it’s just that a pot of porridge was wasted; it took quite an effort to make, such a pity."

"As long as you’re okay, that’s what matters. If the porridge spilled, it spilled; you can always make more. We’re all neighbors, living in the same building. If anything happens, just shout; don’t bear it alone otherwise you’ll only be suffering."

"I got it, sister-in-law."

"Be careful!" The Military Wife finished speaking and returned home. The other curious Military Wives, seeing Lan Tian’s somber face, gave a few embarrassed laughs and awkwardly retreated into their homes.

Lan Tian closed the door, went to the kitchen to bring out the porridge she had prepared, set up the bowls and spoons. Noticing that Mo Junhua hadn’t appeared yet, she dropped a drop of green liquid into the porridge, stirred it evenly, and served a large bowl to cool down.

Mo Junhua, who was showering, heard the noise outside, hurriedly dried off, slipping on a tank top while peeking into the room. His buzz-cut hair was dripping wet, and after squeezing the towel a few times, he came out.

Seeing the prepared porridge on the table, his lips curled slightly, tugging at the wound on his mouth, which stung a little. Grimacing, he touched the wound at the corner of his mouth and casually asked, "Who came by just now?"

"The sister-in-law next door. She heard noises from our place and thought there was an explosion, so she came to check."

"Didn’t you say you were hungry? Eat quickly, then go to sleep. We can talk about anything after you wake up."

"Okay," Mo Junhua, who hadn’t slept for days and was very tired, picked up the bowl to drink the porridge while looking at Lan Tian, "Have you eaten? Let’s eat together."

"You eat yours; don’t worry about me." Lan Tian got up and went to sit in the living room. Mo Junhua kept watching her figure, slurping down the porridge loudly. He quickly finished the entire pot, feeling his stomach swell, and after sitting for a while, he tidied up the bowls and carried them into the kitchen to wash. Then, after washing his face, he came out to find Lan Tian reading a book.

"Girl, I’m going to sleep for a bit."

Lan Tian didn’t even look up but hummed a response. After Mo Junhua went to the bedroom to sleep, Lan Tian went to the study to practice the Cleansing Heart Technique.

Lying in bed, Mo Junhua relaxed his body and mind, smelling the familiar scent on the pillow. He turned his head to look around the room, grinned, closed his eyes, and quickly fell asleep. Lan Tian went in once during; seeing him sleeping soundly, she didn’t wake him for dinner. Mo Junhua slept through till the next day without even getting up for his evening meal.

When Lan Tian woke up and found Mo Junhua not on the bed, she heard the drill sounds outside and knew he had gone for it. As she was washing up in the bathroom, she saw porridge being warmed on the stove in the kitchen, and her gaze shifted to the corner where the jar of Spiritual Rice and Spiritual vegetables she had reserved was now empty.

After finishing the porridge and reading for a while, Mo Junhua returned from the drill. Removing his gaze from the book, Lan Tian noticed that his battered face from yesterday had recovered, and she closed the book.

"Do you have time these next few days?"

"I do." Mo Junhua, back from his drill, took off his military shoes and put on cloth shoes made by Grandma Sun. During his standby period, all military duties were suspended, and the affairs of the camp were temporarily handed over to Deputy Commander Ding Lei. He was supposed to report daily at the camp, but no one would bother if he didn’t.

"Then good, you should come home with me. You’ve been away on a mission for two years, grandma, uncle, and aunt have been missing you, always asking when you’ll return. They’ll be reassured to see you well."

"Okay." After washing his face and coming out, Mo Junhua sat opposite Lan Tian, lit the stove, washed the kettle, filled it with water, placed it on the stove to boil, opened the tea canister, scooped a spoonful of tea leaves, and poured it into the Purple Sand Pot. As the water boiled, he prepared to make tea, his a series of actions smooth and flowing.

Lan Tian shifted in her chair, leaning back, supporting her chin with one hand, revealing a stretch of porcelain-white wrist, lifting her eyes to follow Mo Junhua’s movements.

"In the few days you were absent, rumors suddenly spread in the camp that you were a traitor. What’s really going on? Could it be that there’s actually someone in your camp?"

Lan Tian had gathered this information through her Divine Sense. She was taken to the brigade headquarters to understand the situation. Mr. Xu didn’t mention this, and aside from the chief of staff and a few others, no one at the headquarters knew the particulars. Yet the rumor was rampant in the camp.

Lan Tian didn’t know about this; she thought it was likely someone higher up creating trouble for him again.

It seemed Mo Junhua’s camp was not as impregnable as she had imagined.

"Hmm," Mo Junhua’s expression was icy and unreadable, "During the Boundary River battle, I had my suspicions. The battle plans, strategies, and escape routes were all set, but for some unknown reason, the plan was leaked, and many brothers died. After escaping, I thoroughly analyzed each link and could not find any issues for a long time. I presumed, apart from someone leaking information, there was no other possibility."

"Besides the soldiers from my camp, there were soldiers from other camps involved in the operation. The suspect could be anyone; the range is too wide. Moreover, the battlefield was cleaned without leaving any traces, there was no evidence. I haven’t spoken of this matter to anyone, just kept it buried in my heart. I never doubted the soldiers under me, as I trained them myself. During the Heisan River battle, we nearly suffered a complete wipeout. This battle was similar to the Boundary River battle; the enemy knew our plans in advance and had prepared traps to await us... The operation plan involved only people from my own camp, yet it still got leaked."

"So the traitor was truly from your camp?"

"I doubted others, but never him. At Boundary River, he saved me and saved Su Qing," Mo Junhua continued as he poured a cup of tea for Lan Tian and also took a cup himself, "After waking up from the hospital, recalling the entire event, I noticed his anomalies. When I asked Ding Lei and Zhang Tian to investigate, I still hoped I was wrong, but in the end..."

Taking a walk down memory lane, Lan Tian compared the memories of her past life with those from after Mo Junhua reached the zenith in his career. The individuals who were absent then were likely traitors. Zhao Li’s disappearance was probably related to his leg; without her treatment, Zhao Li might have either had to amputate and retire or died. Another possibility was...