Since the arrival of the Great Liang Capital envoy, the coalition forces in the whole Western Regions had been nervous, sending people day and night to stare at Jiayu Gate Garrison. Until Jiayu City Tower set off fireworks, when the Central Plains people's firecrackers sounded faint as if they wanted to welcome the new year in peace, only then did the scout on duty that day confirm that the Black Iron Camp did not intend to move. He quietly summoned his men to withdraw.

Just after the scout left, the 'boulder' on a small hill not far away suddenly shook and separated from the middle to both sides — it was actually a Black Eagle's armor.

The backs of the Black Eagle's wings were painted in the same color as the surrounding gray stones, and even the lines were delineated with fine brushwork. At first glance, it almost appeared like the real deal. He had been waiting for the scouts of the Western Regions to move away, then quietly rushed to the sky, like a thin white fog blade across the night sky, he disappeared.

At night, using the firecrackers as a cover, the Black Iron Camp at Jiayu Gate divided into three routes and blended into the night.

The lanterns on the walls hung high in the night sky, clearly giving off the aura of liveliness. The long shadows of the lanterns were reflected on the walls of the thousand-year-old ancient city, yet it felt unspeakably lonely and desolate.

At the capital, business piled up like mountains. Chang Geng only had time to say a few words to Gu Yun. It was still the old year when he already had to depart for his return. On New Year's Eve, he happened to arrive at the wounded soldier's center inside the gate. Chen Qing Xu had already received the news, holding a wooden bird, waiting for him at the door of the center.

Meeting again half a year later, there was no embarrassment between them. It seemed as if Chen Qing Xu never opposed Chang Geng taking over the Lin Yuan Emblem, and Chang Geng never changed her note in secret. The Lin Yuan Emblem had been handed over. Whatever her opinions might be on the choice of her companions, at this time, she must obey the command of the wooden emblem.

"Your Highness, don't go in anymore," whispered one of the attendants. "Only a few of them still have all their arms and legs. It would not put you in a good mood to see them."

"You already feel unwell by looking at them, what do you think those who had lost their arms and legs feel?" Chang Geng glanced at him; the guard blushed from embarrassment.