Uncle Wang's eyes twitched slightly, he let out a stiff reply: "Was the Marquis not escorting His Majesty? Perhaps he brought it with him. "

Chang Geng's heart slowly sank.

On New Year's Eve, the Black Eagle soldier serving under Gu Yun had told him that Marshal never wore winter clothes in the capital and would only put them on occasionally in the face of a snow blizzard.

He had already felt that it was a bit strange that day - since Gu Yun did not wear winter clothes, for what reason would he have the fur coat out? What was it going to be used for? But at that time, the situation was in a state of chaos, he himself was also engulfed in nightmares, his mind was not so clear, thus, he did not think about it any further.

Chang Geng turned his head, his voice dried up, like a string that had been stretched to its limit: "Uncle Wang, in the end, where did he go? Please don't lie to me just because I don't like going outside much. Even I know that Xiangshan is still closer to the capital in comparison to the Northern Camp."

Uncle Wang held the vase in his hands, standing awkwardly still.

Gu Yun had left it to others to do his bidding for him when he left. The old butler had anticipated that such a thing like this would happen sooner or later, but he did not expect it to come so fast.

Chang Geng took a deep breath and whispered, "Is he already leaving the capital to go to the frontier? Where? North, or west?"

The old butler forced out an awkward smile: "As for military affairs, this old servant does not understand much... Your Highness, perhaps the Marquis did this for he did not want you to be worried..."

Chang Geng's hand twisted, breaking one of the flower branches in half. He forced out every word: "He is not afraid that I will be worried; he is afraid that I will insist on coming with him no matter what."

The old butler closed his mouth.

Chang Geng was the adopted son of Gu Yun in name, and although no one welcomed him or cared for him, he still bore the surname Li after all. In the future, he would inherit the status of a Jun Wang. The old butler was in distress, feeling that his master had retreated in the face of the enemy, throwing this hot potato back for him to handle. Uncle Wang had fully prepared himself to be slashed on by the boy's wrath.

But after waiting for a long time, Chang Geng did not say a word.

Chang Geng's deafening screams and sorrowful shouts were all hidden in his heart.

It was not just about Gu Yun's sudden refusal to bid goodbye to him. He had been lied to more than once; he should have long since gotten used to it. He should be facing this situation with calmness.