On one hand, there was his diligent love and care, while on the other, there was his diligent sabotage. Given the option of being caught between the two extremes of his “diligent” nature, Gu Yun would much rather spend his time eating sand on the border.

Li Feng was stunned. The night of the Mid-Autumn Festival was a time for families to reunite, yet Prince Yan, a prince of the first rank and second in status only to the emperor himself, was sitting by his lonesome beneath an impoverished monk’s dim lantern and an ancient Buddha…

In an unexpected turn of events, Chang Geng and Gu Yun both thought they had transgressed and molested the other while drunk, and now both were suffering from a guilty conscience.

Whether Gu Yun came home or not, Chang Geng only ever took up half the bed. Even when ensnared by nightmares, he was a well-behaved sleeper and never rolled about.

To most people, “Gu Yun” was less like a person and more like a three-headed, six-armed idol with magical powers. In this vast country spanning thousands of kilometers, there was only one Gu Yun.

The bandit leader’s body was pitted with scars, so ugly Gu Yun’s eyes hurt at the mere sight of him.

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Poor, unfortunate Ge Chen waited for hours before coming to terms with the fact that the Marquis of Order had indeed flown off into the sunset on a little bird, never to return.

Whatever grand ambitions he held in his heart, Chang Geng’s body was still that of a man in his early twenties. It had been different before he had gotten his first taste—but to be cut off by Miss Chen when he had just had his fill was unbearable.

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Shen Yi was silent. In all honesty, he had wondered about Gu Yun’s decision as well—but he had been accustomed to trusting Gu Yun unconditionally for many years. He’d thought Gu Yun still had another card up his sleeve.

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The young Marquis of Anding had a profile straight out of a painting, and with the heavy, loose-fitting court robes wrapped around his body, he appeared inexplicably more restrained. Seeing him like this, a touch of bitterness rose in Chang Geng’s heart.

“Did the Sky send you here merely to suffer?” Watching her like this, through the lens of a decades-old memory, he realized—her bloody hands were vicious whenever she tried to strangle him through her sobs, but her eyes were always gentle.

Settling Chang Geng in her lap, she traced over his immature features with gentle fingers before bending to press a soft kiss to his forehead. Chang Geng didn’t dare blink. He watched as the foreign woman’s eyelashes trembled, like butterflies ready to soar skyward at the slightest startle.

Chang Geng was accustomed to restraint. As long as he hadn’t lost his mind completely, he would restrain himself to the bitter end.

Everyone knew Prince Yan possessed a silver tongue that could speak the language of saints and savages alike. Aside from its peculiar impotence against Gu Yun, it was an extraordinary weapon; there was no one he couldn’t hoodwink if he put his mind to it.

He made to don his light pelt armor, but when he reached for his bow, his hand grasped empty air. Only then did he recall he had handed it over to the young prince. Gu Yun was still for a beat, then asked, “Where is Chang Geng?”

The war was heating up on the front lines, and Gu Yun’s letters had decreased in frequency. Those pages of idle ramblings had all but disappeared, and the rare personal missives he did send were no more than a few lines in length. Chang Geng huffed out a slow sigh.

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Even the year Chang Geng suffered that perilous illness, Xiu-niang showed no concern and only paid him a brief visit. She cared not a whit whether her only son lived or died. Instead, it had been Master Shiliu who carried the child home and nursed him back to health.

Gu Yun had no interest in meeting with his defeated foes and sent Shen Yi to speak on his behalf. Thus, Shen Yi came bearing Great Liang’s harsh demands in hand.

He felt like he’d been hollowed out, and nearly fainted on the spot. The instant he saw Gu Yun, his rock-solid spine turned to mush and drained away; he couldn’t summon a spark of energy. Even so, he couldn’t bear to close his eyes.

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He had intensified the conflicts in court ahead of schedule and hadn’t had time to make proper preparations for everything. Every step he took was as treacherous as if he walked along the edge of a sheer cliff and might find himself stepping out into empty air at any moment. But he was out of time.

Gu Yun rose at once and threw on some clothes. When he stepped out of his room, he was shocked to find Chang Geng waiting in the outer chamber. He had yet to retire and appeared to have just shrugged on his outer robe.

"He called Gu Yun all sorts of appellations at random - sometimes it was Yifu while other timer it was Zixi. The syllables pressed against Gu Yun's ears and burrowed dow, forcing the deaf man to hear them though his medicine has long worn off." ▫️ #chenggu

The Longan Emperor Li Feng rejected that Daoist saying, “Ruling a large nation is like cooking a small fish”: interfere too much in the process and one spoils the whole project.

The sun had yet to rise. Under cover of darkness, Shen Yi turned to Gu Yun. “Don’t you think you’re being too reckless?” Gu Yun acted as if he hadn’t heard. “Have someone make me a bowl of noodles come morning. With an egg,” he added nonsensically.

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He suddenly felt that he had been demanding too much of Gu Yun. Without realizing, he had grown more and more insatiable, to the point that not a day went by without him giving Gu Yun some cause to worry.

Gu Yun was taken aback. This was the first time Chang Geng had bared his heart to him like this. Listening to him speak, Gu Yun felt his blood begin to race. But when he stopped to think about it carefully, every single one of these things seemed unfortunately unattainable.

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It wasn’t that Chang Geng did not long for a mother. But there were times when refusing to accept one’s fate, despite knowing very well that it was unchangeable, was too bitter to bear.

Chang Geng wiped down his body with quick, efficient movements, then gathered Gu Yun’s lapels tightly together and tugged the blankets over to bundle Gu Yun up. Finally, he lifted his head and met Gu Yun’s eyes. Gu Yun flashed him a hasty smile. Chang Geng gazed back at him, expressionless.

Thus Gu Yun spent his adolescence trying to balance on these two thin wires. He wasn't afraid to show open defiance, to mouth the words of obedience while transgressing in secret, or to neglect imperial orders.

The boy had finally released his death grip on the bloodsoaked knife, allowing it to slip to the ground. He shifted in Gu Yun's arms, then grabbed at his robes with a trembling hand. "You trust me so much? But you don't even know me."

"If Jialai Yinghuo knew the little highness left Huge'er's sight, do you think he would...." “Aiyo.” Gleefully speculating about the drama, Gu Yun sighed. "He must be green as a jade tsunami with envy." "Sir!" Shen Yi yelled, "Have a whit of decency!"

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Gu Yun started in surprise—no one in the Black Iron Battalion would dare to treat him so intimately, much less the soldiers of the Jiangbei Garrison. He detected the scent of pacifying fragrance, and as his half-blind eyes adjusted to the gloom, a fuzzy silhouette materialized.

Chang Geng had missed him too much. He had longed for this intimacy ever since their brief stay in the Jiangbei Garrison, but one thing after another had kept them apart.

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Chang Geng turned and met his young godfather’s gaze. His eyes were so clear they appeared cold, and they were completely dry—he didn’t even bother to fake tears. They seemed at once beautiful and heartless.

“Go on and greet your father,” Gu Yun urged. Chang Geng couldn’t do it. During their journey to the capital, everyone he met snuck glances at him. He was drowning in a sea of scrutiny, but he still couldn’t see how he resembled the man lying on the dragon bed.

Whether it was desire for wealth, for power, or for something else—all were fetters around one’s body. The deeper one sank, the tighter these bonds would dig into one’s flesh. Chang Geng grasped the principle behind this all too well, and thus had never dared allow his desires to run wild.

He had grown into an indomitable adult, but this frail woman would always have the power to hurt him. His fear of her was carved into his bones.

Gu Yun had one nose and two eyes like anyone else; there was nothing particularly special about him. He also possessed emotions and desires; he felt joy, rage, and sorrow.

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Chang Geng was no more than twenty, yet when he drew the bow and took aim, his arms were as steady as stone, without the slightest tremble. This young highness had been doing far more than “keeping up” with his martial training.