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“Hold on—one of these is for you.” Chang Geng pulled two longevity lock necklaces of different sizes from his pouch and handed them to Chen An. “The other is for your sister. Go ahead and bring it to her.”

“Mine is bigger!” Chen An exclaimed.

This time was different from the farewell kiss they shared at the capital ramparts; it lacked the intensity of desperation.

Gu Yun felt as though a corner of his heart had collapsed, offering up the softest spot in his chest.

From now on, this person is mine.

Gu Yun was the type, who, if the sky was falling, would wrap its broken fragments around himself as a blanket.

How had this great marshal become so grievously ill on his way to deployment that the Chen family of Taiyuan were alarmed enough to send one of their own?

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Chang Geng nearly leapt right out of the bed as he forgot how to breathe. Overwhelmed, he seized Gu Yun’s mischievous hands.

A line of fire scorched its way from his belly to his throat; he felt as though he were about to be burned to ash.

Meanwhile, Gu Yun had already loosened his lapels.

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It was just like that time in Yanhui Town when he had faced a barbarian warrior in Xiu-niang’s room all alone. He was gentle in demeanor, but nothing could hope to subdue him.

Oh…aside from Gu Yun, that was.

Chang Geng thought, exhausted, I hate Gu Yun to death.

Gu Yun had guarded the gates of their nation, various cities, and even the imperial palace.

Now, this absurdly overqualified man was standing guard over the gates of his nuptial chamber…and, what was more, he looked delighted at the honor.

Listening, Chang Geng hardly dared to breathe.

Gu Yun’s voice was low. “Chang Geng, I really don’t have the strength to…let another person into my heart.”

“Yifu’s craftsmanship is rather crude. Why don’t I carve you a better one sometime?”

Gu Yun was utterly unable to defend himself, fatally embarrassed, and absolutely certain the kid had seen through him and was having a laugh at his expense.

This young man who was mature beyond his years at once lost all his fire and fled from Gu Yun’s room on unsteady steps.

He turned his head at the commotion and unexpectedly met the gaze of Marshal Gu, who was leaning against the door frame.

Prince Yan seemed surprised but then his eyes lit up, the dust of travel washed away in an instant.

Eyes lightly closed, he sucked in a breath and stroked fingers over Chang Geng’s tense back. “Beat me or yell at me, whatever you like, but let me hold you a while first, okay? I’ve missed you so much.”

Gu Yun couldn’t help but laugh as he teased, “What’s this? You’re going to bid farewell to your beloved and marry me instead? Is that how the poem goes?”

Cao Niangzi’s entire face glowed so red, he resembled the buttocks of a scrawny monkey.

When Gu Yun was younger, he had disliked opening up to others about his feelings.

He felt that scrawling all of one’s happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy across one’s face was like peeling off one’s clothes and showing people the bare skin beneath.

Settling Chang Geng in her lap, she traced over his immature features with gentle fingers before bending to press a soft kiss to his forehead.

Chang Geng didn’t dare blink. He watched as the foreign woman’s eyelashes trembled, like butterflies ready to soar skyward at the slightest startle.

Tense and ticklish at once, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Were you bitten by a dog when you were younger?”

Chang Geng’s gaze was searing. “The prohibition Miss Chen set for me is almost over, right?”

Thinking the marshal had some important instructions to impart, Ge Chen bounded directly over to Gu Yun.

The Marshal Gu who had been so serious just a minute ago thrust out his hand and pinched Ge Chen’s chubby cheek.

Most of the time, Gu Yun didn’t believe he had done anything wrong.

And even when he occasionally managed to locate his conscience, he didn’t necessarily know what he had done wrong.

Listening from the side, Shen Yi wished he could blush on Marshal Gu’s behalf. Look how righteous he sounded scolding others—as if he had nothing to do with smuggling violet gold himself!

But even without anyone making trouble on purpose, Shen Yi was a lightweight.

After touring the hall and toasting the guests at each table, he was dead drunk.

From the outside, the Marquis Estate was truly awe-inspiring.

The towering main gate was adorned with a pair of ferocious beast heads that breathed white steam through their mouths and nostrils.

Four years ago, he had swallowed down his misery and affected a calm façade as he declared, “The Marquis Estate can’t detain me forever.”

Today, he looked at Gu Yun and carefully revealed just the right amount of emotion. “If Yifu isn’t there, what reason is there for me to go back?”

He sat beside the bed, stiff as a board, and struggled to so much as turn his head.

Every expression of joy, rage, or sorrow had been sealed off his face by acupuncture needles, and he could neither cry nor laugh.

He could only maintain a blank expression, like a handsome wooden puppet.

“Why are you riding along the official roads? Aren’t you tired? Were you injured on the northern border? Give me your wrist… How is your health? Are you eating well? What did Chen Qingxu say?”

Chang Geng had yet to turn fourteen, yet he could already lift a sword weighing over thirty kilograms with one hand.

While the emperor spoke to the commander in chief, Gu Yun suddenly raised his head and threw a wink to the young crown prince who had yet to come of age.

The two met each other’s eyes and shared a smile.