Gu Yun let out a quiet groan. Aches seeped from every joint, and his eyelids were so heavy he could no longer lift them. He struggled to find his voice. “Is my little brother still in good health?” “…Who?” asked Chang Geng.

Li Feng was long accustomed to the sounds of flattery and not so easily moved. He gazed impassively at Prince Yan, waiting for the meaning hidden in his words to reveal itself.

Chang Geng didn’t know whether he was becoming more delicate with age or whether his insatiable appetite for Gu Yun was simply growing.

Unfortunately for Liao Ran, who had happened to wander in at precisely the wrong moment, he had become a rare specimen— a human shield with an exceptionally shiny head.

Chang Geng met his open gaze and sucked in a deep breath. He rubbed his forehead. What am I thinking? Am I going mad? Gu Yun had always been his source of solace…but on reflection, that stopped being so the moment Chang Geng’s sentiments had overflowed their banks.

He leaned close to his ear and murmured, “Save your mouth for other things.” Gu Yun had no rejoinder. He increasingly found that the saying “those who come near ink are stained dark” was entirely true: Chang Geng seemed to be acquiring more and more of Gu Yun’s own elegant demeanor by the day.

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With the fearless honesty of a child, Ge Pangxiao called, “Uncle Shiliu…” Cao Niangzi chided him at once under his breath, “It’s my lord!” “Heh heh, my lord.” Ge Pangxiao was all smiles as he drew closer and asked, “Your house doesn’t seem as fancy as Magistrate Guo’s.”

“Would I look at him?” Gu Yun paused, then made himself seem all the more suspicious by responding to his own question. “Hardly. Don’t assume the meager heart of an old maid like you can take the measure of a great general like me, with a heart large enough to contain a fleet of a hundred dragons.”

Gu Yun burst into laughter. “Oh yes, that sounds totally believable. I’ve seen people carry lovers’ tokens, but this is the first time I’ve seen someone so attached to their hated foe. What kind of sentimental hatred is this? Please enlighten me.”

He rubbed his stomach in misery and thought to himself, If someone brought me a couple of shaobing flatbreads right now, I swear to heaven, I’d marry them on the spot. Chang Geng entered just then bearing a bowl of hot noodle soup.

Shen Yi’s voice abandoned him. He had no idea how he managed to land and nearly sprained his ankle gaping like an idiot.

“You bastard, you’ve been raising a rebel army right under our noses. You’ve got the whole gamut: heavy armor and light pelts, a line of parhelion bows two kilometers long—you even have hawks to deploy. You’re a bigger spender than our Great Liang’s Jiangnan Navy. Impressive work, Fu Zhicheng!”

Chang Geng beamed with rare delight. “Thank you so much…” “And who are we thanking…?” Shen Shiliu prompted. “Yifu!” Chang Geng cried happily. “You little scoundrel. If someone gave you milk, you’d call them ‘Mom.’”

Many had tried to imitate Prince Yan’s calm and measured manner of speech over the years; none would have dreamed of associating him with a pack of starving wolves in the frontier lands north of the Great Wall.

On the surface, Gu Yun was a scoundrel. But beneath this skin, steeped within the deadly resolve of his iron blood, lay a dignified and upright gentleman’s bones. He was simply not capable of overthrowing his sovereign and usurping the throne.

Gu Yun flourished the shortsword in his hand with a malicious smile. Fire Dragon inhaled sharply. “C-could it be that you’re Ma…Ma…” “Calling for your mama? Well, she can’t help you now.” Shen Yi cut him off.

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With time, perhaps the two of them could have buried these ill-fated affections, this awkward secret, and allowed it to persist in that manner indefinitely, until with gradual practice Chang Geng trained himself to casually joke about his past feelings.

Chang Geng marched him off to a hot bath, poured warming tea down his throat, and overrode all his objections, turning the promise of grilled fish into a tragically bland fish soup. He even added chopped ginger…this damned madman of an emperor!

He felt there was a string in his heart that had been winching tighter and tighter since he'd received Gu Yun's letter saying hemissed him out of the blue.

Shen Yi had spent half his life battling wits with this Gu bastard and had reached the point where he could spot a rotten idea brewing solely from the slant of his marshal’s evil smile.

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Even if his affections stirred in more passionate directions in the middle of the night, this paternal or fraternal facet of their relationship gave the whole affair a touch of taboo.

Utterly defenseless against such a face, Gu Yun immediately capitulated. “Chang Geng, come here,” he said softly. “Let me dry your tears.” “What happened to that honeyed tongue of yours?” Chang Geng asked, his voice choked with sobs.

“If you think I’m blind then look for yourself,” Shen Yi snapped. “Ordering me about again and again. At this rate, people are going to think there’s something inappropriate going on between me and the prince.”

“I’m gonna head over to General’s Slope and practice—” Chang Geng started. Before the words “with my sword” could leave his mouth, Shen Shiliu had already hung Chang Geng’s iron sword on the wall and announced, “Son, let’s go. The giant kite is about to return. We should get in on the fun.”

Chang Geng had lost too much blood. His entire body felt cold, and the hint of warmth and familiar medicinal scent coming off Gu Yun sent him into a dazed recollection of their very first meeting.

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Gu Yun was a highly respected authority within the military. No one ever questioned his orders, and this allowed him to effortlessly assume control of situations and operate with great efficiency. Yet it was possible to have too much of a good thing.

What Chang Geng saw as difficult, boring work was Gu Yun’s greatest source of entertainment over that period.

Gu Yun felt all sorts of emotions surge in him, thoroughly blocking up that heart as wide as the mouth of the Yangtze River like tightly packed granules of sand. After a long moment, a sputtering rivulet of scalding water finally seeped out and melted through his extremities in a continuous stream.

Xiu-Niang smile and withdrew her hands, unbothered. Her lips were stained with the rouge bought by Shen Shiliu. The color added a touch of glamour to her pale and dignified face, making her look like a flower that had quenched its thirst with blood.

Every hair on his body was standing on end with the desire to drag this person over and ravish him, but Chang Geng couldn’t bear to shatter the warm and peaceful atmosphere. He stayed stock-still as the flames of desire baked him alive, joyful in his suffering.

chang geng trying on gu yun's monocle #shapolang

The hem of Prince Yanbei’s court robes fluttered in the wind as he stared in the direction of Kite’s Flight Pavilion, lost in thought. Chang Geng only turned when he heard the pad of footsteps behind him. As soon as he saw Gu Yun’s complexion, he frowned.

Chang Geng guessed instantly what had happened—Gu Yun must have prepared a whole stack of dispatches to reassure everyone should anything go awry during the battle. The unsent missive very likely contained Gu Yun’s final farewell.

He shook his head, deciding that words like I swear I won’t live on alone would make him appear too weak. Gu Yun would laugh at him. But it wouldn’t have been an empty promise—

Shen Yi, a pedantic old bachelor, couldn’t stand, much less enjoy, being the subject of Cao Chunhua’s bold flirtations. He prickled with gooseflesh and took a subconscious step in Chen Qingxu’s direction, shying away from those wily fingers.

Chang Geng was covered in dirt from being dragged along the ground. Just as he was about to struggle onto his remaining good leg, a weight clamped down over his nape. A giant iron hand descended from the skies, lifting him by the scruff of the neck.

After all this time, Gu Yun still instinctively tried to preserve his precarious image as a compassionate father before Chang Geng. Chang Geng himself had no objections; he treasured this bit of unspoken care his young godfather afforded him.

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“There’s no wine left, just some dregs at the bottom. I’m appreciating the scent.” Chang Geng tossed him a packet of pacifying fragrance. “If you want something to appreciate, appreciate this.” Gu Yun shook his head in fond exasperation.

As time went on, an individual who continued to smother their strongest feelings would pale like a plant grown away from the sun-able to survive and make do, but at the cost of nearly all its color and vibrancy.