Wu Er Gu was the name of the evil god. In most cases, when he had just woken up, his heart would be full of restlessness and rage. However, on this day, when the footsteps outside the door woke Chang Geng up, he lifted his face from his arms and instantly sat up straight, but his heart was beating in disorder and confusion. Instead of the usual rage, he was both confused and sad, and his sleeves were still stained with tears.

At this time, someone said at the door: "Your Highness, there is a letter from Jiangnan."

Chang Geng took a deep breath quietly: "Bring it in."

It was still about Gu Yun's big move — he was planning to increase his troops in the southwest, without saying why, he only explained the garrison position, commander-in-chief, the coordination of military services and the way of ration transportation in detail. Chang Geng hurriedly read it, not quite understanding the strategic layout, he was not able to find what was the reason either after reading. He put it aside for record-keeping as per usual.

Then he discovered that under it, there was a private letter from Gu Yun to him.

The private letter was in fact only a piece of paper, a line was written without beginning or end: "Have not seen you in a long time, missing you very much."

Gu Yun's letters were either romantic, or obscene, teasing in secret, or in the open. He seldom said 'I miss you' in a serious and proper manner. Chang Geng instantly sobered up, his drowsiness was all gone. He felt that the words on the paper seemed to turn into an arrow passing through his chest, stabbing through him without any resistance.

He wished he could retract all the heroic words he had said before, pushing all the Grand Council and national businesses aside and go to see Gu Yun regardless of reason.

But that was impossible.

Chang Geng suddenly held the note in his hand, then rolled it up carefully a moment later, stored it in his pouch, trying to calm down and read the regulations of the Bank of Long An drawn up by the Grand Council carefully. However, the neat handwriting appeared in front of him, but none of it fell into his eyes. After an incense time, he almost fidgeted, unable to sit still.

Chang Geng no longer hesitated. He grabbed his cloak and said, "Men, prepare my horse!"

When people saw that he was in a hurry, thinking he had something urgent to do, they immediately prepared a horse and made way for him.

He went to the Zen Room of the Hu Guo Temple, where the mountain and temple were silent, the doors were closed, and the autumn wind swept up the dried leaves. There was only a lantern standing in silence at the door. The glow of the fire was a little disordered, a dark lingering scent of sandalwood was everywhere.