"It is not that I must obtain Lin Yuan Pavilion at all cost." Chang Geng seemed to know what he was thinking, casually explaining to Ge Chen, "But my time in the court was too short. Although I had the support of the Emperor temporarily, plus Master Jiang and other new followers, after all, this foundation is still too shallow. There are many things that cannot be carried out. Others can wait, but Ziliujin and money for the front line cannot afford to wait. At this time, I can only retreat to seek the power of Lin Yuan Pavilion. If there is time, all problems can be solved fairly and slowly. My only fear is that the foreigners will not give us this time."

Ge Chen straightened his back as he heard these words, and all his doubts disappeared. Instead, he felt somewhat embarrassed: "Both Xiao Cao and I understood this, um... Big brother, you must also pay more attention to taking care of yourself. Otherwise wait until the Marquis returns to the court, if you are to fall ill again, then wouldn't he come to pick a fight with me?"

After that, he seemed to imagine the specific process of the Marquis coming to trouble him, and ended up frightening himself.

Chang Geng's face softened a little. "I will only manage until this dangerous situation passes, when the world is at peace. Who is willing to do such a tiring job with no benefit? We can't work for them in vain. When that time comes, I should request the Emperor to grant me a hilltop with the best scenery where I can plant a peach blossom forest on the hill, enjoy flowers in spring, eat peaches in summer. There must be hot springs under the hill. I plan to raise some chickens and ducks, if they lay eggs then I'll throw them directly into the hot spring to boil..."

Ge Chen's stomach grumbled, Chang Geng was stunned, then the two laughed at the same time. Chang Geng jumped up. "It is already too late. Don't disturb Uncle Wang, let us brothers make some dumplings for ourselves to eat."

Ge Chen was rather embarrassed and said, "No, it can't be, brother, how can His Highness personally roll the skin and make the stuffing...this is really..."

Chang Geng looked at him and said: "Do you want to eat or not?"

Ge Chen firmly responded: "Eat!"

Thus, they blindly sneaked into the kitchen of the manor under the dim lights and dismissed the sleepy old cook back to bed. They thrashed around for a moment, at the sound of the night patrol, one held the lid, and the other was holding the spoon. The two then ate about sixty dumplings right in the kitchen. Ge Chen cried out from the hot dumplings. It seemed as if they had returned to their childhood days in the countryside.

The good moments only stayed in the middle of the deep night. At daytime, danger still lingered in every step.