The monk hurriedly shook his head: "Amitabha, this monk does not dare discuss it."

Chang Geng frowned. "Him displaying his might was one thing, even you would help him?"

"The Marquis is not the kind to display his might for no reason." He smiled. "If he does not want to mention this matter, it is not because he is afraid that others will know of his weaknesses, but perhaps because this is the ingrown scale on his body and the poison in his heart — who would dare to touch the Marquis of Order's sensitive matter? Your Highness, please spare this monk's life."

Chang Geng frowned in thought.

It was not easy for Gu Yun to escape from the golden sand of the desert, for these few days, he had intended to go take a good look at the scenery of Jiangnan, go for a horse ride, go for a boat ride on the lake, admire a few beautiful ladies. In short, he had intended to play to his heart's content before leaving.

But in the end, two sentences from Chang Geng had killed off his mood. He ended up staying put in his room, not willing to take even one step outside. Because looking at Chang Geng was enough to make him angry, same for Yao Zhen, and he was even more furious looking at Liao Ran.

The two rascals of Yao's family still refused to stop, loudly blowing on their flutes one after another, like a pair of noisy parrots.

As Gu Yun listened to these off-tone notes, he remembered how Chang Geng took the flute right out of his hand, and became even angrier. Didn't he used to save everything for yifu before? How did he change this quickly?

How pitiful were the fates of parents and their children — seemed to be connected by blood, but it did not last long in the end.

Even true families were as such, let alone strangers like them, where there was not even a blood-connection.

In the evening, a Black Eagle soldier landed in the courtyard: "Grand Marshal, General Shen sent a letter."

Gu Yun suppressed his rage, received the letter, and looked, only to find that it was entirely different from Shen Yi's usual long talks; the letter only had three words written in it — urgent, hurry back.

Shen Yi, from the Ling Shu Institute, to facing life and death situations with him on the battlefields, there was nothing that he hadn't seen before. If there were no urgent matters, he would not write an expedited letter to urge him.

Soldier: "Marshal, you see..."

Gu Yun: "I know, no need to reply, we will depart tomorrow."