Gu Yun's side took more time in interrogating the bandits than it took Chang Geng to find his companions. It wasn't long before Chang Geng returned, but before he could come up to the hill, he was already stopped by the soldiers of the Black Iron Camp. The young soldier earnestly repeated precisely what he had been instructed to say: "Your Royal Highness, Marshal told you to rest here for a while first."

Chang Geng did not seem to be surprised. He did not ask anything further either, obediently waiting in the same place.

In these years, although Chang Geng wasn't able to see Gu Yun with his own eyes, he had studied every single battle Gu Yun had ever fought in with old General Zhong, studied the changes in his stance in politics starting from when he inherited the title of a marquis from the past dynasty to the present, and even his handwriting — if Chang Geng were to go to Gu Yun's study now and take out any old notes, he could generally tell at what age Gu Yun had written it.

This helped him understand Gu Yun far more than being near him, listening to him boosting himself up as a 'Northwest Flower' all day.

Seeing the hesitance in Gu Yun's eyes as it swept over, Chang Geng was able to tell that he intended to interrogate by force, and more than that, he did not want Chang Geng to witness it. Even until today, Gu Yun still instinctively wanted to preserve his ever so fragile image of a kind father in front of Chang Geng.

Chang Geng did not have any objection regarding this, he instead would greatly cherish this little bit of love that yifu did not speak aloud.

Chang Geng was followed by two people: Ge Pang Xiao and Cao Niangzi, who had come with him from Yanhui Town to the capital — now called Ge Chen and Cao Chun Hua.

Ge Chen was a lovable chubby boy in his childhood. Now that he had grown up, his plump body was replaced with a tall and strong appearance. If one were to look at him from the neck down, he could be classified as a 'muscular man'.

But unfortunately, from the neck up, the head seemed to have been placed there by mistake — on it was a face both tender and white, two soft lumps of baby fat on his cheeks, much like tofu, wrapped around his small nose, small mouth, and small eyes. There was not a single detail that did not give off innocence and harmlessness.