"I'm far away in the capital, listening to people's exclaims and cheers, waiting for you to come back happily. I want to show you the steam rail line that will be connected soon. I want to talk to you about many things, I want to sew the torn clothing back for you. Then what?" Chang Geng asked gently, grasping Gu Yun's hand and slowly tightening his grip. He looked down at Gu Yun's pale hand. "Can I still wait for you?"

Gu Yun felt as if he had been pierced by a steel needle, he was instantly at a loss for words.

"I hate you." Chang Geng said, "I hate you to death, Gu Zi Xi."

This sentence, from the first time Gu Yun left him behind in the Marquis' Manor, secretly running to the northwest by himself, had been suppressed in his heart accompanied by frequent attacks from the Bone of Impurity.

Now, after a long and torturous treatment, most of the Bone of Impurity had been cured. No longer needing to suppress it, he finally said it aloud.

Chang Geng suddenly collapsed, temporarily straying from the path of ‘rather shed blood than shed tears’ he had chosen from childhood.

In the tent, His Majesty the new Emperor who, right before then, had vigorously said he would be beside the generals, sobbed aloud in pain.

Gu Yun was at a loss for words. He wanted to open his arms to hug him, but the other did not budge even after being pulled twice. He had to sit aside quietly and not say a word, waiting for Chang Geng to cry out all the grievances that had accumulated for more than ten years.

However, it seemed that the new Emperor's luck was not so good. He couldn't even cry to his heart's content. Before he was even exhausted, there was a blast outside causing the whole tent to shake violently.

Then came the sharp cries of huge Eagle wings across the sky from far to near. Chang Geng only had time to turn his back. An Eagle Armor herald rushed in: "Marshal, the iron fence is broken, and the Westerners have entered the encirclement!"

Gu Yun's fingertip was still stained with Chang Geng's tears. He quietly tightened his hand and nodded calmly, "I know. Hold them down as planned."

The herald's toes touched the ground only for a moment before he turned and flew away again.

Only then did Chang Geng turn to look at him. The tear tracks on his face were still wet, appearing very pitiful. Gu Yun could not bear this expression the most. He was disarmed on the spot and softly coaxed: "Chang Geng, come here, I'll wipe your tears."

Chang Geng: "Where are your sweet words?"

Gu Yun sighed quietly and lowered his voice a little: "Darling, come here, I will lick your tears clean."

Chang Geng: "..."

He was momentarily unable to let out a word from anger.