"... His Highness's heart truly...shines brighter near the light, you have received parts of the Marquis' passed down experiences.” Chen Qing Xu obscurely pulled out Gu Yun, who never took anything to heart even once. Then, as she carefully assessed it, she felt that there was some truth in Chang Geng’s words, she said, "Yes. Sometimes, compared to rebuilding the nation, it is more difficult to accept the descending path after prosperity."

"That does not affect my business." Chang Geng said to her with a somewhat casual attitude, "Zi Xi has had poor health since young. He has to rest as soon as possible. If he no longer fights in wars, he will not stay in the Black Iron Camp for many years. If he leaves, I would follow him."

Chen Qing Xu: "..."

It took her a long time to realize who this ‘Zi Xi’ was referring to. Turned out, the thing that had covered thousands of miles of wind and dust on His Highness Yan Wang's face was not ‘good complexion’ but the ambience of spring!*

*ambience of spring refers to the glow of someone who's in love.

Chen Qing Xu did not know what word to say for a time — if such feelings that went beyond the norm could blossom, then a grown woman who was not that unsightly like herself spending all her time in the midst of men, how come no one had ever expressed anything towards her?

Was her naturally cold face too lethal?

...Or perhaps, although General Gu's upper beam was incorrect, his lower beam was not at all distorted, and the strictness of his rules in the army were that much awe-inspiring?

Nevertheless, Chang Geng's careless remark, although it aroused a sorrowful emotion for Miss Chen, it was no doubt an equivalent to giving her a tranquilizing pill.

Although the Northwest Frontier was far from the Emperor, His Highness Yan Wang's tactics of constantly changing attitudes in the court could still be heard.

Aside from immense admiration, Chen Qing Xu also had some worries that he would sink into power in the future. It was not that she did not trust in Chang Geng's character, but the Bone of Impurity would always remain a dark cloud that could not be dispersed. For three to five years, he could still maintain himself, but what about in eight to ten? Would power and poison speed up the erosion of his mind? At that time, he would be holding the Lin Yuan wooden emblem in his hand. With such great power, who would be able to stop him?

It was not until she heard this that she felt a little relieved. No matter what, as long as the Marquis was alive and well, there would always be someone in the world who could pull him back.