Gu Yun was neither old nor young, with no affection from any relative anywhere. If he was at home, the old butler would still remember to prepare something for him, but for the most part, he was always absent from home. Even he himself would forget the 16th day of the first month due to work.

To be honest, there was nothing to celebrate. The common folk paid attention to the saying 'girls born on the first, meant to be Her Majesty; boys born on the full moon, meant to be an official' - It was favorable for girls to be born on the first day of the lunar month, and the 15th of the lunar month for boys. He could have been born on that vibrant and fortunate night, yet he had to be delayed by a few hours in his mother's womb; it was clear to see that this was naturally born bad luck.

Cao Niangzi had not only dressed himself up but also joined Chang Geng and the others to drag out the sword training puppet to mess with.

The children painted two simple blush marks on it, and no one knew where they were able to obtain a few old silks to tie around the iron arms.

The sword training puppet decorated in bright lights and flowers carried a bowl of noodles in its hand, dumbly staring at Gu Yun. Its black iron face seemed to have an incomprehensible and unspeakable grievance.

Gu Yun scolded: "Bastards, is the sword training puppet for you all to play with like this?"

Ge Pang Xiao came forward to announce his contribution: "Marquis sir, the fake girl applied the blush, I helped make the fire for cooking the noodles, and big brother put in the egg!"

Gu Yun was dumbfounded for a moment as the manor was immersed in a lively aura, making the place that had been lonesome for many years suddenly become unrecognizable.

Chang Geng: "Yifu, eat the noodles first before entering."

Gu Yun: "Alright."

He picked up the bowl and glanced at Chang Geng. He especially picked out the egg to eat first. His first bite was into a crisp fragment of eggshell, but he did not complain even once. He continued to chew and swallowed it altogether. And as if he had never eaten a meal for eight lifetimes, the whole bowl was finished in just a moment. Even the broth was all cleared.

Since ancient times, 'a tender hometown was the burial mound of all heroes'. In Gu Yun's previous departure from the capital, there was neither burden nor worry. Only this time, his heart was full of sorrow.

Perhaps because for him, it had always been 'returning' to the frontier. Only this time, he would soon have to 'leave home'.

Unfortunately, not only this gentleness, but even if his insides were cut into pieces, nothing could stop the feet of the Marquis of Order.