Chang Geng gently blinked, making his eyes seemingly sparkle, he then smiled: "Yifu's craftsmanship is too rough, let me make you a better one another day?"

Gu Yun was speechless, embarrassed to death. He had the feeling that this kid had already seen through it and was deliberately mocking him. But stealing the flute was an incredibly shameful thing, he could not afford to be angry. He had to put away the heroic rabbit's tail and ran away.

Chang Geng did not chase after him. He stayed in the same place, pondering over this matter. He could not help but feel quite amused, recollecting the chain of events from beginning to end of Gu Yun sneaking into the courtyard of a child early in the morning to steal a flute. In an instant, a large brocade of flowers bloomed in his heart, remaining in full force for half a day, up until the sun fell over the west, it would then slowly come to a stop.

Its lingering fragrance in his heart pushed the Bone of Impurity into a small corner. When the flower fell into a stream and turned the water red, it gave birth to a thought, much like a seed, growing into thousands of branches.

Chang Geng thought: "Why did he keep that?"

Keeping it with him at all times, would he take it out to look at occasionally?

When he looked at it, did he think of me?

Did this mean that Gu Yun's feelings towards him...were deeper than what he had always imagined?

Could he be greedy for more and get closer to yifu?

The scent of Miss Chen's tranquilizer spread out from the satchel. Chang Geng stared at Gu Yun's back, the words 'going with the flow' that were echoing back and forth in his mind were about to burn him away. He did not dare to dwell on it too much. Still, harboring this small speculation in anxiety, he could not avoid the itchy, uncomfortable sensation inside, burning his soul, eating away at his bones.

The trip of escorting the criminals should have been long and tasteless, but unfortunately, there was no telling if it was the Black Iron Camp that moved fast, or it was Chang Geng's heart that was slow. Before the cold winter arrived, they had already returned to the capital.

At this time, the treacherous case of rebellion in the Southern Frontier had violently exploded in the depths of the imperial capital.

Sun Jiao returned to the capital in a state of being half-dead, half-alive. Due to fright, he had fallen ill and became bedridden in the blink of an eye. Even Emperor Long An himself did not expect it. He had only used this small plan to carry out the Drumming Order, yet that Southwest commander actually dared to rebel. He was both fearful and furious, ordering a further investigation.