Zhong Chan was already at this age, golden sand had already come up to his neck, there was no telling when he would go to see the former emperor, thus there was no need for him to flatter anyone.

Moreover, to him, the high-ranking gentlemen in the court could all be considered to be the younger generation, whether the people who came were Yan Wang or the Marquis of Order, the old man did not care to show respect. Xu Ling, who had just escaped from death, was stunned by his attitude.

Only Yao Zhen on the side holding his aching head tried to find a few words to ease the atmosphere, then busily arranged resting places for all of them.

Gu Yun cleaned up and changed his clothes that had been drenched by the rain. However, he was already exhausted before he could do anything else, instructing that he was not to be disturbed, then took a long nap in his tent.

When he woke up, it was already dark, the scene in front of Gu Yun's eyes was blurry, the sound around him was unclear. As soon as he moved, there was already a hand stretched out beside him, thoughtfully helping him drink two cups of tea to wake up, then a bowl of medicine with a familiar scent was handed to him.

Gu Yun already knew who it was without the need to ask.

Gu Yun appeared dreary, he felt even more exhausted after sleeping. He was in no mood to pay attention to Chang Geng. He downed the bowl of medicine and fell back on his pillow, closed his eyes, and waited for the effects to arrive.

Chang Geng sat quietly on one side, using his fingers in place of the silver needles, lingering lightly on the acupoints between his head and neck. Gu Yun was made drowsy due to his fingers, feeling that his meager bits of consciousness were much like a shaky lamp light in the wind, burning intermittently.

A moment later, the gradually clearing sound and the continuous aching sensation rose at the same time, Gu Yun was completely awake now and could not help but frown slightly.

Chang Geng's hands stopped, he bowed his head and kissed Gu Yun's frown gently. He distanced himself instantly as if to test the water. Perhaps upon seeing how Gu Yun did not react, his courage grew stronger and he littered light, small kisses down Gu Yun's nose, and finally fell on the lips with the still lingering bitter taste.

Gu Yun had just finished drinking the medicine and had yet to rinse his mouth. His throat was filled with bitterness; not wanting to kiss him, he slightly tilted his head to avoid it.