Astonishment flashed past by Gu Yun's face. The child who just earlier made him feel incredibly troubled had now become completely different.

Everyone had a lot of faces. Just like some people, while on the outside, they were capable of calling up the wind and storm with renown prestige. But once they returned to their relatives, they would become an ignorant child who didn't understand what hunger or coldness was.

Although Chang Geng was growing further and further away from the boy who did not know his manners, always calling him 'Shiliu', always relying on his little yifu — after all, he still harbored admiration for Gu Yun deep inside his heart. Even in the middle of the night, when his love and desire arose, it was for this affection resembling that of a father's, a brother's, that would bring to him an indescribable sense of taboo.

Until this time as the east wind blew away the last bit of feeling of his teenage years.

In the shortest time, Chang Geng realized, he would be all alone on this path with no one who understood, and no one to accompany him.

From now on, he was no longer the son or the younger generation of anybody.

Gu Yun took out his own private seal from inside his clothes and threw it to Chang Geng: "This thing cannot be compared to the Tiger Emblem, but the older people who used to follow me all recognize it. Perhaps it could be useful, just in case... you could think of a way to invite General Zhong."

Chang Geng did not look at the private seal at all, directly placing it inside his sleeve, replying with indifference: "I know, yifu rest assured."

As soon as he finished, Gu Yun had already ushered his horse, charging off.

Chang Geng continued to stare at his back until his figure was out of reach. He suddenly closed his eyes, whispering in a soft voice: "Zi Xi..."

The manor guard on the other side wasn't able to hear clearly, he asked: "What did Your Highness say?"

Chang Geng turned around: "Ready the pen and paper."

The guards quickly chased after: "Your Royal Highness, your hand..."

Chang Geng stopped his steps as he heard this, grabbing the wine bottle Gu Yun left behind. He expressionlessly poured all of the strong liquor onto his injured hand. The dried up wound once again began to bleed. He then took out a handkerchief and wrapped it.

At this time in the capital, no one expected that the death of an old eunuch could cause such enormous waves.