Chang Geng's brows wrinkled - Gu Yun's body did have the scent of wine, but it was not heavy, and his speech was clear, not at all appearing like he'd 'had too much'.

However, he did not wait for him to ask again. Gu Yun had gone silent, falling asleep the moment his head touched the pillow.

Chang Geng had to remove his shoes and socks for him, before pulling on the quilt to cover him up. He always felt that the chill on Gu Yun's body could never warm up; he burned the steam brazier in the room a notch higher and rested by the bedpost, quietly looking at Gu Yun's sleeping face.

"I don't let my imagination run astray." He repeated the words inside three times, and then, like an anxious little animal, he moved slightly closer to Gu Yun, as if wanting to sniff at the scent on the other's body, but he'd involuntarily held his breath.

The next day, when Chang Geng felt that he had barely just closed his eyes and his nightmare didn't even have time to complete yet, Gu Yun had already woken him up. He joylessly followed Marshal Gu to the palace to greet his older brother in name - Emperor Long An.

On the way, Gu Yun said: "Regardless of how His Majesty treats you, you shouldn't pay it much mind. When the grand empress was alive, she did not get along very well with the royal consort, but it was the matter of the older generation and had nothing to do with you...Damn it, what bad luck."

Chang Geng was absent-mindedly listening when he heard him curse under his breath. Chang Geng looked up to find that Gu Yun was staring at a carriage with a scowl.

It was the carriage of Hu Guo Temple.

Great Liang's royal family practiced Buddhism, and even Gu Yun's resolute grandfather was no exception. Especially the current Emperor, on any occasion where he had some free time, he would always love to sit and discuss all kinds of matters with the head monks.

But to talk about Gu Yun's most hated thing, it was not those foreigners on all four sides, but instead these bald heads.

In particular, the vulture old abbot of Hu Guo Temple had a crow's mouth, and from an early age, he asserted that Gu Yun would bear ill affinity and counter the fates of all his relatives.

The Marquis of Order had placed all his anger at being unable to get married to the monks of Hu Guo Temple.

The personal assistant of Long An Emperor Li Feng slowly ran out as he saw Gu Yun coming.

The man was sturdy and almost as tall as Marshal Gu, but three times as wide. Naturally born with two tiny feet, when taking small steps, he resembled a tree with large leaves swaying in the wind, very graceful.