If Chang Geng indeed had disrespectful behaviors, clinging on to bother him, perhaps Gu Yun would have already called three hundred house guards to kick him out to the already completed Yanbei Wang Manor.

Then using a sharp blade to cut through entangling strings - will himself to regard him coldly for a year and a half, and everything would be over.

But Chang Geng gave him an 'even if you were to send me off to the ends of the earth, I would still happily comply'.

Gu Yun's head hurt immensely, feeling as though he resembled a dog biting onto a tortoise's shell; there was no place for him to sink his teeth into.

After a long while, Gu Yun asked: "Is your injury better?"

Chang Geng nodded, making a 'hm' sound in response, saving his words as if they were gold.

Gu Yun: "How did it happen?"

Chang Geng said calmly: "After many years of delusion, I momentarily succumbed to madness."

Gu Yun: "..."

All the more troubling.

Chang Geng carefully packed away the silver needles, turned to the corner of the room, taking a small bit of tranquilizer out to burn: "I'm going to call the Black Eagle brother in, alright?"

"Your Royal Highness," Gu Yun suddenly called him, his expression incredibly serious. "You are the descendant of prestigious royalty. There is no telling how much more precious your title could be in the future. Others all regard you like treasure, like gems, your subject also hopes that whenever and wherever you are, Your Highness will always cherish yourself, do not undervalue yourself nor your status."

Half of Chang Geng's face was hidden in the shadow, unwavering even in the face of eight winds flowing, he calmly replied: "Yes, Marquis, rest assured."

Gu Yun: "..."

Chang Geng stood for a while as if waiting for any other instructions he could have, but after a moment, he only saw Gu Yun staying in one spot, speechless. Only then did he turn away to leave quietly.

Gu Yun leaned back and took a deep breath.

He would rather Chang Geng strongly argue with him much like in his teenage years, perhaps that would have been easier to deal with because Gu Yun just now realized - as long as this bastard no longer desired anything, he seemed to have become invincible.

Gu Yun, who had been thoroughly 'defeated', walking back and forth in the room for a few laps, decided that he would never again dream of 'tender fragrance*' or 'red sleeves*' and the likes; he'd had enough.

*refers to the soft and fragrance body of a woman

*refers to a well-dressed woman

At this time, the Black Eagle, who had been waiting for a long while, knocked on the door and entered.

The Black Eagle probably had hurriedly flown straight here, although he had bathed and brushed his hair, his exhaustion still remained, and even his beard hadn't been shaved.

He knelt down on the floor: "Grand Marshal."