Before seeing Gu Yun, he was hesitating between 'leaving' or 'staying'. After seeing Gu Yun, his mind had become blank.

Gu Yun finally remembered the old debt; as soon as he entered the room and closed the door, his expression immediately darkened: "You have become more and more disrespectful, the old butler said you have not once returned to the manor in the past four years. Last time when I entered the palace to report, His Majesty even asked me about it directly, how was I supposed to explain?"

In the past, Chang Geng would feel nervous whenever Gu Yun's expression became slightly off. He would either instantly admit to his mistakes or would want to talk back. After not seeing him for so many years, Chang Geng was surprised to find that all the restraint and panic in his heart had disappeared. All of Gu Yun's emotions, regardless of whether he was angry or happy, Chang Geng wished nothing more than to engrave them all into his eyes.

Four years ago, he had endured immense pain, forcing himself to stay composed and said to Gu Yun: "The manor cannot hold me back."

Four years later, he looked at Gu Yun, revealing just the right amount of affection: "With yifu gone, there is no meaning in my return."

Gu Yun: "..."

He was not able to stay angry for more than three sentences. After hearing these words from Chang Geng, he could no longer maintain his cold face, his stone heart was softened into a piece of cotton.

Gu Yun turned his attention to the small room. There were a few medical books on the table; he picked one up then casually flipped through it: "Why were you reading these?"

Chang Geng: "I followed Miss Chen to learn about medicine. "

Gu Yun was surprised, thinking to himself: "Did the Lin Yuan Pavilion bunch say something to him?"

Then he secretly smiled: first of all, feeling that this thought of his was more or less only him overestimating himself, and secondly, people of the Lin Yuan Pavilion were not at all the talkative type.

Chang Geng: "I had wanted to be well-educated in medicine, to be able to take good care of my yifu in the future. But unfortunately, my talent is limited, I only know the basics."

Gu Yun: "..."

"How sweet is this kid's mouth?" he thought helplessly. "How deadly."

After many years of guarding the Silk Road, Gu Yun's spirit of wanting to bare his talents for all to see had gradually disappeared, resembling a godly weapon that had been returned to its scabbard. The two men did not mention the frustrating argument from last time, instead, peacefully caught up and told each other about what they had seen during these past years.