Gu Yun seemed to have opened a locked gate after a long time. Once these words were out, the rest came smoothly: "If something really happened to you this time...what am I supposed to do?"

Chang Geng looked at him, not daring to breathe.

Gu Yun: "Chang Geng, I truly have no strength left to...place someone else in my heart anymore."

Chang Geng was shakened.

Gu Yun had the strength to stabilize the north and south, had the strength to not close his eyes in death as long as the country was still not at peace, and the strength to spend sleepless nights discussing with General Zhong about the establishment of the Jiangbei Naval Army.

But there was no strength left to love someone else anymore.

Over the years, besides Shen Yi, a friend who he had been through life and death with, Gu Yun seemed to have only one Marquis' Manor with a few people left. All the efforts he could squeeze out were all placed on the sensitive and anxious teenager handed over to him by the former emperor many years ago.

In interacting between officials, flattering each other was inevitable. When it came to Marshal Gu, the words ‘dedicated and selfless’ were mostly used. But in reality, Gu Yun was not purely selfless, thinking about it carefully, he truly had nothing of ‘himself’.

This kind of loneliness, Gu Yun did not have a deep awareness for it when he was a teenager. At that time, he was the Marquis of the Black Iron camp's three factions. Even with thousands of grievances and indignation, with a pot of hot wine, he would be able to get up in a fresh mood and forget everything the next day.

Now, as he grew older, thinking a lot more, he found that the carefree attitude from his early years had dissipated a lot without him knowing. Especially recently, he felt that it was particularly easy for him to get tired, and as his body was tired, his heart was often not in a good mood.

If it wasn't for one Yan Wang who sometimes managed everything carefully, sometimes turning mad and causing him to worry, then his life would have been tasteless.

Gu Yun's exhaustion and loneliness flashed by, but was retracted back in the blink of an eye. He placed Chang Geng down gently.

He pulled a thin blanket spread on one side and laid it on Chang Geng. He sighed, "Lie down, you can't even straighten your waist but you still want to do it, are you serious?"

Chang Geng grasped his hand. Gu Yun's hand would never warm up. It was always as if he had just taken it off of a Wind Slasher, dry and rough: "Zi Xi, can you lay with me for a while?"

Gu Yun did not hesitate to remove his outer robe and lie next to him. He hugged Chang Geng through the thin blanket and soon fell asleep.