Gu Yun's ear gradually buzzed, his eyes could no longer see clearly, he could not help squinting under the candlelight, still immersed in the old memories of the past.

A general who could live until their seventies and pass away without any illness, many people would have felt envious, it truly was a happy funeral. Gu Yun felt that he could not tell if he was sorrowful or not, it was just that his chest felt tight.

Chang Geng also came all the way here. When he arrived at Jiangbei Camp, it was already dark, not having a moment to rest, hearing that Gu Yun was at the praying hall, he dismissed all the servants and went straight to it.

The guard who stood at the gate of the praying hall knew Chang Geng. Seeing him coming from afar, he immediately went in to inform, and Chang Geng did not have time to call him back.

The soldier shouted, "Marshal, His Highness Yan Wang has arrived."

Gu Yun did not respond, Chang Geng estimated that he was too busy to take his medicine on time, so he lifted his robe to step in and said, "It's all right."

The guard carefully reached out and patted Gu Yun on the shoulder: "Marshal?"

Gu Yun was suddenly startled, in the state of being half-blind, unable to see who was coming, he stood up abruptly from his chair. There was a sudden sharp stabbing pain in his chest.

Without warning, he coughed out a mouthful of blood.

The soldier was frightened out of his wits, stunned on the spot, and was pushed aside by Chang Geng. Chang Geng's hair all over his body stood up, his hands and feet were colder than the winter weather in Jiangbei.

Gu Yun was just suffering from chest pain at first, after spitting out this blood, he had felt a bit better, but the coughing would not stop. The front of his clothes were stained with blood. He could not see clearly what was around him, waving his hand around, "Don't make a ruckus,... cough, don't... cough..."

Chang Geng suppressed his spirit that was on the verge of collapse and was about to pick him up when suddenly, he heard Gu Yun vaguely crying out to him: "... Chang Geng..."

He took a deep breath and leaned over to listen, "Hm?"

Gu Yun's nose was full of the scent of blood. This time, even his sense of smell was not working, it seemed only his brain was still clear as if on its last bit of momentum, he spoke intermittently, "Chang Geng...Yan Wang is coming these days. This matter is not allowed to be spread, especially him...do not let him know…"

Chang Geng's heart cracked, his eyes red, he told the guard next to him. "Call the military doctor over!"

The guard ran away.