Chang Geng swept a glance around and saw that with the carriage blocking, nobody was paying attention. He whispered, "After we are home tonight, go along with me once more and I'll show you the drawings."

Gu Yun took the reins and leaned back gently. "How many times have I gone along with you? If it wasn't acting spoiled using the injuries then it is playing tricks on me — no way."

Chang Geng was good in every aspect, only that he had a strong desire for control, especially towards Gu Yun, wishing that he could do such things as changing his clothes for him and feeding him. On regular days, he would deliberately restrain himself and try not to make Gu Yun uncomfortable. But when they got to bed, he was no longer able to pay that much attention.

Chang Geng whispered softly, "Yifu, if I did not serve you well, I can put my heart into learning more."

Gu Yun: "... Son, you don't have to work so hard."

Having passed where Jiangbei Camp was stationed, Gu Yun did not wear armor, he only had a casual gown on: the sleeves were even wider than his waist.

Chang Geng grabbed his sleeve and shook it silently from side to side.

On their way through a village, they happened to see a three or four-year-old child pulling its parents sleeve, crying for candy. Ever since then, no one knew which nerve of Chang Geng was fried, he copied the action exactly, seemingly wanting to bring it to the next level.

When he was a child, there was no sleeve in the world for him to pull. Now, even if he was already a grown man standing tall, he always seemed to have regrets and wanted to make up for all of it with Gu Yun.

Gu Yun laughed and felt goosebumps raise up: "I already said no, just let go. Your Highness, do you not want your dignity anymore?"

Chang Geng refused to let go, and there was a tendency that he would not rest until his sleeve was served in public.

When Shen Yi and Jiang Chong led people out of the city to welcome them, they saw Yan Wang sitting in his carriage, poking his head out and talking to Gu Yun. Gu Yun let his steed wander lazily, with a little hint of a smile in his eyes and lips tightened in indifference.

Yan Wang first said something. Gu Yun knocked on the back of his hand, forcing him to release his hold involuntarily.

Yan Wang seemed to have not given up, he said something again. Gu Yun pulled down the curtain of his carriage as if to put him out of sight, out of mind.

The third time Yan Wang lifted up the curtain and poked his head out, Gu Yun finally could not help but burst into laughter, waving his hand as if already defeated, he seemed to have compromised.

Jiang Chong was stunned.