Gu Yun rubbed his nose, quickly catching up to him, shamelessly asking: "Are you angry?"

Chang Geng slapped away the hand on his shoulder then replied coldly: "I do not dare to be!"

Gu Yun: "Hiding in the house all day like this, won't you feel tired? Little kids..."

Chang Geng solemnly glared at him, and for once Gu Yun understood the situation. He corrected himself: "People of young age - people of young age should be a little more energetic. You only have lived for a few years, yet you're already bored of the mortal world?"

Chang Geng had no other response for this type of lively yifu, his face remained expressionless, once again intending to slap away Gu Yun's hand, which was currently pulling him. But unexpectedly, as he just happened to touch Gu Yu's fingertips, he was immediately taken aback and shivered at how cold they were.

Chang Geng frowned, he grasped Gu Yun's hand and found that it was completely frozen, cold enough to have turned blue as if it belonged to a dead body that had just been dug out of the ground. There was no Ziliujin burning inside people. Running around with merely one layer of clothing in this harsh winter, how could one not feel cold?

Chang Geng was hurt inside, hurt enough to further fuel the anger in his heart. He sulked while untying his own cloak, then wrapped it around Gu Yun without any explanation. Gu Yun was forced to bend down as Chang Geng did so, but he did not avoid it, he simply stood still and let Chang Geng tie the string for him. Gu Yun smiled, enjoying the filial piety that was soaked in anger, and he thought to himself:

"It truly is very nice to have a child, after Xiao Chang Geng grows up, I should go find someone to give birth to my own - it would be even better to have a girl."

For New Year's Eve, after each hour passed by, there would be a long trombone sounding out in the capital, reminding people of the approaching new year.

The city was engulfed in the loud sound of drums and firecrackers, countless red papers flew in the air like butterflies. The riverside, high buildings, the middle of the streets, they were all packed with people. Chang Geng felt numb at just one glance – it truly seemed as if people from all over the world were crowded into the small city of Sijiu*. Compared with this kind of excitement, the crowds of people pushing and pulling at the market gathering in Yanhui Town simply felt desolated and lonely.

*四九城, refers to the Imperial City’s four gates and Inner City’s nine gates. This is the area of the imperial capital that contains the imperial palace and the residences of the some nobles and court officials