In the past few years, although he was somewhat aware of Chang Geng's whereabouts, he did not expect for the other boy to turn out like this, it seemed as if he had been reborn anew.

Gu Yun momentarily forgot about their anger-filled separation from last time, about the lingering frustration, their cold war, and his perseverance to send people to keep an eye on Chang Geng's whereabouts.

He was astonished from being able to recognize Chang Geng and stopping in time, because the boy was truly different — each of his movements, to his behaviors, to the smile on his face, everything had changed.

Time had once again shrunk in front of his eyes, Gu Yun calculated with his fingers — how could he not change, it has been more than four years already.

Shen Yi came over and smiled: "My gods, the little prince is already... do you still remember me?"

Chang Geng: "Greetings, General Shen."

Shen Yi said: "If it were me, I wouldn't be able to recognize you. Only your yifu, missing you so much every day, he would always take a longer look whenever he caught sight of someone slightly resembling you..."

Gu Yun could no longer bear it, he interrupted: "Where did you find so much nonsense?"

Shen Yi looked back and forth, laughing out loud. He then proceeded to usher his horse over to Master Sun, and bent down to put him back on the carriage. He reached out and waved his hand in front of the man: "Master Sun, are you still alright? Hold on for a while longer, we will arrive at the inn soon."

Master Sun leaned on the cart, panting heavily, quickly tensing up again.

But Master Sun soon discovered that Chang Geng was his savior. Since the encounter with Chang Geng on the road, these animals of the Black Iron Camp switched from rushing to walking, as casual as going for a leisurely stroll, even the sound of the horse hooves had become gentler.

Chang Geng led the group back to the inn. There were not many rooms; even after renting the entire establishment, at least two people must share a room. Gu Yun said: "I am going to my son's place, give my single room to Officer Sun."

Sun Jiao instinctively said with reluctance: "No, no, how could I dare let Marshal lower himself..."

Shen Yi patted his shoulder from behind, lowered his voice, and said to Sun Jiao: "Master, please just accept it, his mood has improved since meeting with His Highness, or would you prefer to see his 'I'm about to take your puny life' expression more?"

Sun Jiao: "..."

The sweat in Chang Geng's palms had not disappeared. Several times on the way here, the horse's reins had almost slipped out of his hands. It was as if he was in a drunken state. He understood that he must stay sober, but he could not help but indulge in it.