The next day, Gu Yun prepared to leave as if nothing was wrong. In the end, he did not bid farewell to Chang Geng but traveled to the Northern Camp alone. He turned to look back in the direction of the capital.

It was a pity that from such a distance, he could only vaguely see Qi Yuan tower.

Shen Yi walked his horse to Gu Yun's side and asked: "Grand Marshal, is your conscience speaking out?"

Gu Yun sighed: "Perhaps he will not recognize me anymore the next time I return... This yifu title of mine is always so faltering... Let's go."

The Black Iron Camp set out on their march in a strict manner, resembling a black whirlwind sweeping by. Everyone could not help but move out to make way for them.

They were tasked with escorting the barbarian prince to the north, then marching straight to the west to eliminate the bandits rampaging the desert of the Western Region, to ensure that the Silk Road could be operated safely and smoothly.

The day after they left, Chang Geng got up as early as any other day. He remembered that Gu Yun was not at home, yet he still couldn't help but take the puppet to Gu Yun's empty yard, cross swords with it, then have his breakfast all by himself.

When he was about to leave, he looked up and saw that the plum blossoms in the courtyard had bloomed.

Just a few days ago, there was heavy snow; the petals were covered in a layer of condensed frost. The more he looked, the more he grew to like it, and the more he couldn't help but reach up and pick out two branches. His first reaction was to save them for Gu Yun, even though he knew yifu would not necessarily return within three to five days. He carefully wiped the frost and snow off the branches and then looked for a flower vase to place them into Gu Yun's room.

However, even after looking all over Gu Yun's large chamber, Chang Geng wasn't able to find anything that could serve as a vase, not even a wine bottle. He opened the window to ask their old butler: "Uncle Wang, do we have a vase at home?"

The old butler responded, then walked off to get one. Chang Geng held the two plum blossom branches in hands, idly looking back and forth through Gu Yun's room.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on the bedside, and he froze - the fox fur coat that hung on the bedpost, which gave the whole bedroom a more valuable look, had disappeared.

At this time, Uncle Wang came in with a blue vase made from porcelain and smiled at Chang Geng: "Your Highness, will this do? Where should we put it?"

Chang Geng stared straight at the empty bed, he asked in a daze: "Uncle Wang, why did the Marquis put away his fur coat this early?"