Back in Yangzhou, the family once kept a big yellow dog, all fluffy—forgot its name though.

The big yellow dog was very proud. When given food, it wouldn’t eat right away, but would only deign to touch the food in front of it when its temper was good and its mood pleasant.

Despite being pampered like this, the big yellow dog would still often slip out the door, disappearing without a trace every few days. Each time it returned, its body would be filthy and covered in wounds—who knows if it had been fighting with wolves or wrestling with tigers.

One time, it was raining heavily and the weather was bitterly cold. Really worried, they tied up the big yellow dog to prevent it from wandering outside.

That night, deprived of freedom, the big yellow dog kept crying and howling, forcing Gu Qianxi to stay with it the entire night. The six or seven-year-old little girl just sat by the back door keeping the big yellow dog company until she collapsed with a high fever and was carried back by her mother.

After growing up, she swore never to keep a dog again. She thought she could be ruthless enough, but who knew—along came something a thousand times more proud and ten thousand times more willful than that big yellow dog. And the annoying thing was, it could talk and knew how to win her heart. This time, the suffering she would endure probably wouldn’t be as simple as collapsing with a fever.

Gu Qianxi gazed at her beloved lying unconscious on the stretcher, gently kissing him, her eyes filled with both tears and love. The young lady acted as if no one else was present. Nearby, Zuo Congyi, Shi Ping, Huang Ying and others were silent as cicadas—some smiled bitterly, some stood solemnly, but no one dared say a word.

“How was he injured?” Gu Qianxi’s gaze turned to Zuo Congyi, her tone flat and mild, yet unconsciously making people afraid.

Zuo Congyi was the first to laugh dryly: “I… how would I know… You… don’t ask me…” Seeing the precious daughter of the Ministry turn her gaze toward him, Shi Ping’s heart turned cold and he immediately said in panic: “It wasn’t me… it has nothing to do with me…”

Of course it had nothing to do with them—the one lying on the stretcher wasn’t them. If the big yellow dog died, these pack of friends would only raise their claws and loudly say: “Good dog!” Then they’d go find the next foolish big yellow dog, let it fall on a stretcher, and play out the exact same story again—what would be difficult about that?

One by one, everyone stepped aside from the stretcher, leaving only Wu Dingyuan. He walked before Gu Qianxi, lowered his head to look at the ground, and sighed: “Brother Lu risked his life and took a sword strike to save me. So… so if Miss Gu wants to blame someone, just blame me.”

Gu Qianxi turned her gaze away and said nothing.

Wu Dingyuan wasn’t wrong—when someone wanted to die for him, what could he do? The big yellow dog wasn’t wrong either—sacrificing oneself for others, giving one’s life for righteousness, that was just the big yellow dog’s natural disposition.

When all was said and done, the one who was wrong was… herself…

※※※

Lu Yun finally awakened. Ever since taking that sword strike at Damo Academy, he had remained unconscious. Now his eyes opened to see morning light streaming in, and sitting beside the bed was a charming and delightful girl looking at him with a smile—it was Gu Qianxi.

Although Lu Yun didn’t know where he was, just seeing Gu Qianxi put his heart half at ease. He slowly reached out to caress Gu Qianxi’s cheek and said: “You… how did you come here?”

Gu Qianxi helped Lu Yun sit up and placed a pillow behind his back, smiling as she said: “With you injured so severely, how could I not come?”

Lu Yun felt slightly guilty. He looked around and saw the room was narrow and cramped, with a small door opposite and a wooden table by the window. From such a poor and shabby place, he knew this was his residence in Beijing. When he had achieved the top scholar ranking years ago, he had bought this property—this very place.

Lu Yun sat leaning on the kang and suddenly felt thirsty. Seeing a soup bowl by the bed, he tremblingly reached out for it. But he heard Gu Qianxi say: “Don’t get up, let me serve you.”

Lu Yun’s face reddened: “You want to serve me?”

Gu Qianxi nodded gently and said softly: “As a daughter-in-law of the Lu family, naturally I must serve you. Come, drink the soup.”

After taking a sip of soup, he discovered it was actually thick, dark medicine that was so bitter he immediately spat it out, instantly soiling his clothes. Gu Qianxi took a cloth and wiped the corners of his mouth, saying: “Good medicine tastes bitter. Drink more so your wound heals faster.” As she spoke, she lifted the cotton quilt and took Lu Yun’s clothes, wanting to help him change.

Lu Yun’s eyes widened and his mouth gaped—he didn’t know what to say. Gu Qianxi was intelligent and not inferior to men, always doing as she pleased. Whether learning to paint in Yangzhou or running away from home in the capital—which of these couldn’t be called bold and reckless acts? Who would have expected this self-determined young lady to suddenly have the strange idea of serving him and dressing him now?

Seeing her holding the clothes with her charming eyes looking at him, Lu Yun felt somewhat afraid for a moment and hurriedly said: “Alright, alright, let me dress myself. Please spare me.”

Gu Qianxi said without changing expression: “I said I would serve you, so there can be no compromise. You needn’t say anything more.” She then began unbuttoning Lu Yun’s clothes, revealing his bare chest.

When the clothes opened, he immediately smelled medicinal odor. Lu Yun looked down and saw his chest was wrapped in clean bandages—the medicine had been changed not long ago. Lu Yun murmured: “Did you help me change this?”

Gu Qianxi helped him remove his outer garment, her hands busy as she replied casually: “It wasn’t me—it was Wu Dingyuan, your good friend who changed it for you.”

Lu Yun didn’t hear the displeasure in her tone and only nodded slightly, thinking: “Dingyuan is truly thoughtful. He can even do such delicate work.” He glanced sideways at Gu Qianxi and asked again: “How long was I asleep?”

Gu Qianxi folded his clothes and slammed them heavily on the table, saying resentfully: “Why ask me? Go ask Wu Dingyuan. Ask those pack of friends of yours.”

Lu Yun wasn’t an idiot—seeing her angry, he immediately realized: “She’s been taking care of me all this time.”

The room had faint morning light—it was still early morning, yet Gu Qianxi was already fully dressed. Needless to say, she hadn’t gone home last night but had been wholeheartedly caring for him. The young lady had stayed up all night—such deep affection. Lu Yun didn’t know what to say and only pressed his lips tightly together, lowering his head in silence.

Gu Qianxi said nothing more, only took Lu Yun’s hand to help him put on his sleeves. Lu Yun was like a wooden puppet, just letting her manipulate him. Afraid of hurting him, Gu Qianxi said: “If your wound hurts, tell me. Do you understand?”

She asked twice but heard no response from Lu Yun. Looking down, she saw her beloved had turned his head away, lips pressed tightly together as if silently holding back tears.

Gu Qianxi said gently: “Does your wound hurt?”

Lu Yun lowered his head and said quietly: “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about me.”

Gu Qianxi stole a glance at her beloved and saw he had turned his head away, unwilling to let her see his expression. This appearance was so familiar—wasn’t this exactly like that stubborn, unyielding servant from Yangzhou? It was because of this expression that she could never forget him.

Gu Qianxi’s heart gradually softened. She wanted to kiss Lu Yun’s cheek and was moving her body to lean over when she suddenly remembered how her beloved repeatedly took risks and gambled with his life, never fearing eternal separation from her. Her heart ached and she forcibly restrained herself.

The two remained silent for a long time. Gu Qianxi felt increasingly helpless. She sighed and sat close to Lu Yun, quietly asking: “Lu Lang, if I left you, could you manage alone?”

Lu Yun was greatly shocked and hurriedly came to his senses. They were about to marry, yet his fiancée suddenly spoke such words—it was like a blow to the head. He took a deep breath and said: “Qianxi, if I’ve done something wrong, please speak plainly.”

Gu Qianxi looked down at the ground and said quietly: “You’ve done nothing wrong. You keep your word and act righteously, living up to heaven, earth, sovereign, parents, and teachers. Everyone admires you—you’re not wrong at all…” These days caring for her beloved, seeing him delirious and unable to speak, the bitterness in her heart was beyond words. As she spoke, tears nearly flowed, and she raised her sleeve to cover her face, unwilling to let Lu Yun notice.

Lu Yun knew she was speaking ironically and immediately softened, pleading: “Qianxi, I… if I did something wrong, you… you must tell me…” He grasped his beloved’s small hand, his voice trembling with obvious fear.

Seeing him like this, Gu Qianxi’s heart couldn’t bear it either. She turned her head and held back tears, saying: “Lu Lang, I’m not the kind of woman who cries and wails. But let me ask you—that year when you went to save your friend, do you remember… how long I… I waited for you in the snow?”

That year during the great chaos in the capital, when Qin Zhonghai was exposed and arrested, in the bitter cold the two had arranged to meet south of the city. But because Lu Yun recklessly took action, he left Gu Qianxi waiting foolishly, standing guard in the cold wind for an entire day and night.

Lu Yun shed tears and said: “I remember. You said if I didn’t return, you would wait like that endlessly.”

Gu Qianxi smiled bitterly: “You still remember? Then why do you do this again and again? Whether it’s Wu Dingyuan, Qin Zhonghai, or strangers on the road—you can risk your life for any of them…” Speaking of her grief, she finally covered her face and cried out loud: “I… even if I were made of iron or stone, I couldn’t endure such suffering… Lu Lang, I don’t want to marry you!”

At the height of her sorrow and resentment, she turned and rushed out of the room. Lu Yun panicked and anxiously rolled off the kang with a thud, his body hitting the ground heavily, causing his wound to immediately split open. In pain, he couldn’t help but groan.

Kowtowing was useless, wailing was useless—lying on the ground and rolling around was most effective. The big yellow dog used his ultimate move, and sure enough, the little girl returned crying with tears streaming down her face. “I’m sorry, are you… are you hurt from the fall?”

Having finally tricked the beauty into returning, the big yellow dog pounced and bit wildly. Indeed, Lu Yun embraced her waist and forcibly kissed her cherry lips. Gu Qianxi cried like pear blossoms in spring rain but let him kiss her. The two showed tender love and affection, clinging to each other, never to be separated again.

Inside the room, both were crying like rain. Outside the room, there was also someone silently nursing his resentment.

“Brother Lu, I’m sorry…”

Although the couple inside gradually grew more passionate, they didn’t know that a big man was guarding outside the window. He had heard their conversation and was also bowing his head and holding back tears, his tower-like body trembling slightly.

“The Kunlun Sword emerges, blood fills the vast ocean, driving straight for a thousand li to the Yellow River.”

The big man looked at the scripture in his hand and gently nodded. He knew it was time to seek a successor for the Sword God.

The Peerless Consecutive Fists couldn’t protect you, and the Tianshan inheritance couldn’t preserve you either, so let the most ruthless and vicious Zhuo Lingzhao lend you a hand…

Brother Lu, benevolence alone is insufficient to save this chaotic world. In turbulent times, only supreme martial arts is the one true method to protect family and preserve life…

※※※

The first day of the eighth month—light clouds and gentle breeze. The battle was fought, victory and defeat decided, and it was autumn with clear skies again. Nu Cang returned to his stronghold, the court withdrew its troops—both sides were once again clearly separated, returning to the confrontational stalemate from when Qin Baxian first established Nu Cang. The court and the rebels each deployed troops and sent generals, mutually blocking each other—this goes without saying.

No matter how battles were fought, life still had to go on. In the midst of great chaos, first came news of Lu Yun’s joyous occasion—this scholar-official was finally going to marry during the Mid-Autumn Festival, taking the Jiangnan beauty Gu Qianxi as his bride. Hearing this news, the capital’s elite all congratulated Gu Siyuan, and the Gu household was naturally decorated with lanterns and filled with festive joy these days.

Lu Yun was about to marry, and Wu Dingyuan had also received a major appointment. Although the situation was turbulent and everyone lived in fear, Liu Angtian still used his incredibly powerful connections and methods to ensure Wu Dingyuan smoothly took over as Commander of Juyong Pass. This position commanded twenty thousand troops and was the great barrier of northern China. After Wu Dingyuan took the position, with his honest nature, he would surely act according to Liu Angtian’s wishes, further controlling northern military power.

Seeing that Wu Dingyuan would soon take office, the court, following convention, transferred the Commander’s mansion in Jishan Alley for Wu Dingyuan’s family to live in. Wu Dingyuan was delighted by his promotion and move, and had also won Yan Ting’s heart—successful in both official and romantic arenas. On the joyous day of inaugurating the new residence, he invited Lu Yun and others to his home, firstly to celebrate the Lu-Gu marriage, and secondly to celebrate his own promotion to the new position.

“Come, recite with auntie: Beijing, East Shun Gate, Jishan Alley, Commander’s Mansion.” The small child stared directly at the official document in Yan Ting’s hand—it was Wu Dingyuan’s adopted son learning to read. Yan Ting taught earnestly with great seriousness, but Chong Qing’s little face was completely red and he couldn’t make a sound for the longest time. Presumably because he couldn’t read.

The mansion was spacious and quite impressive. Everyone sat casually, watching the tender scene of the western mother and son—it was indeed a match made in heaven between Chong Qing and Yan Ting. There were also Lu Yun and Qianxi, plus the stern-faced Wu Dingyuan, looking just like a family of five.

Seeing Chong Qing mumbling and unable to read, Lu Yun couldn’t help shaking his head: “This child is already ten years old. Shouldn’t he be sent to a private school?”

Wu Dingyuan sighed. Being busy with official duties daily, he had somewhat neglected his adopted son. He nodded and said: “That’s true. Brother, when you have time, please help me teach him first. This child always clings to his auntie—that’s not really proper.”

Lu Yun, coming from a scholarly background, had been trained and tested by teachers since childhood. His palms had been struck countless times—when teaching children, he was naturally extremely strict. He nodded, thinking of the bitter days in private school from his youth, and stood up saying: “Alright, let me try.”

Seeing Uncle Lu walking toward him with a terrifying smile at the corner of his mouth, Chong Qing was naturally horrified. Although this uncle didn’t have a fierce, intimidating appearance, he was pale-faced and beardless with a square face—fitting perfectly the children’s whispered saying: “Scholar white-face cruel, grand protector black-face spicy.” Thinking of how white-faced scholars’ canes were the most vicious, Chong Qing panicked, his whole body breaking out in goosebumps, and he burrowed into Yan Ting’s embrace.

Yan Ting doted on Chong Qing and kissed his cheek to comfort him: “What are you afraid of? It’s nothing.”

Seeing this bear-like behavior, how could Wu Dingyuan not be angry? Immediately he gave a sharp shout: “What kind of behavior is this for a grown man, always burrowing into a woman’s embrace? Come here!”

The lion’s roar, the dragon’s bellow—Chong Qing was frightened into panic and quickly jumped down from Yan Ting’s lap, timidly walking toward Wu Dingyuan.

Yan Ting’s delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed as she pulled the child back into her embrace, chiding: “Such a loud voice—aren’t you afraid of scaring the child?”

A beautiful woman’s authority surpassed even the divine dragon’s earth-shaking fury. Indeed, Wu Dingyuan smiled apologetically, his fierce demeanor vanishing without a trace, becoming even more docile than a small snake.

With a gentle roar from the eastern lioness, the true dragon already wagged its tail in submission. Gu Qianxi was greatly impressed and secretly pondered Yan Ting’s dragon-taming methods, smiling as she contemplated, when suddenly she heard hurried footsteps at the main gate. A servant quickly approached and reported: “Master, Marquis Liu has arrived.”

Wu Dingyuan exclaimed in surprise, quite unexpected. Today’s mansion banquet had only invited Lu Yun and Gu Qianxi, but he hadn’t expected Grand Commander Liu to personally come and congratulate them. Wu Dingyuan immediately stood up and hurried out to welcome him. Yan Ting, having never met this great court figure, was naturally apprehensive and also stood up with Chong Qing, looking like a family of three waiting at the door.

Lu Yun took Gu Qianxi’s hand and slowly stood up, asking: “Have you met the Marquis before?”

Gu Qianxi smiled slightly: “Every time father celebrates his birthday, Marquis Liu personally comes to congratulate him.”

Lu Yun suddenly realized, remembering that when he first arrived in the capital years ago, he had accompanied Wu Dingyuan to the Gu household for birthday celebrations and had indeed seen Liu Angtian then. Seeing his beloved’s noble birth and her familiarity with princes and nobles since childhood, although Liu Angtian had great influence, he couldn’t frighten her.

Before everyone had left the hall, they heard laughter from outside the door: “Dingyuan, no need to be busy—this old man just happened to pass by to see you. I’ll sit for a while and then leave!”

As soon as the words ended, a familiar face entered first—looking at his full moon face and portly figure, it was Wei Zizhuang. After the chief guard entered the hall, a large group of attendants came through the door. Shi Ping, Zuo Congyi, Huang Ying and other veteran generals were among them. Surrounded by the crowd, a tall elderly man in military dress entered the hall—imposing without anger, this was the current Grand Commander of the Northern Expedition, Marquis Shanmu, Liu Angtian himself.

Although Liu Angtian claimed to be ill and not going out, he now appeared vigorous and energetic with no sign of illness. As soon as he sat down, servants brought tea. Wu Dingyuan stepped forward and prostrated himself: “Your subordinate Wu Dingyuan pays respects to the Marquis’s golden health.”

Liu Angtian smiled faintly and waved his hand. Glancing sideways, he suddenly saw a beautiful woman standing beside Wu Dingyuan, looking toward him. This woman was radiant and stunning, truly a national beauty. Liu Angtian silently admired her, then stood up, took out a small brocade box from his bosom, and placed it in Yan Ting’s hands, smiling: “You must be Miss Yan Ting? I am Liu Angtian. First meeting—please teach me well.”

Liu Angtian was a court dignitary with first-class status, yet he actually said “I am” rather than using a more formal address? Hearing his polite words, Yan Ting couldn’t help but panic and quickly curtsied: “Yan Ting… Yan Ting pays respects to the Marquis.”

Liu Angtian smiled slightly: “Don’t be so formal with this marquis. Miss, you’re as lovely as jade and snow—are you engaged to anyone?” As he spoke, he grasped Yan Ting’s smooth little hand and stared directly at her. Looking at his gentle manner, he quite had the style of a “romantic marquis.” Presumably his seven wives were married just like this.

Wu Dingyuan and Lu Yun looked at each other, both somewhat stunned. In the past, following Liu Angtian, they had only seen him interact with military officers and had never seen him talk with young women. They hadn’t expected this situation and were both dumbfounded.

Liu Angtian grew more delighted the more he chatted, his hand almost reaching her shoulder. Wu Dingyuan watched with a pale face and couldn’t help coughing. Liu Angtian came to his senses and laughed at himself, then casually gave Chong Qing another red envelope before walking toward Gu Qianxi. Another brocade box appeared in his hand, just like magic.

The old man loved eating tender tofu. Lu Yun naturally felt uneasy, but before his fear could fully develop, Liu Angtian had already begun speaking in that same gentle tone: “Haven’t seen the young lady for so long. How is your esteemed father? Is his health robust?”

Gu Qianxi, being a lady of a great family, had seen many such situations and immediately curtsied in response: “Thanks to the Marquis’s blessing, everything at home is peaceful.”

She smiled and accepted Liu Angtian’s gift, then took out a brocade box from her sleeve and presented it to him. Her movements were quick and didn’t give Liu Angtian a chance to take advantage by squeezing her hand. Seeing his beloved safe and sound, Lu Yun felt relieved.

Liu Angtian accepted the brocade box and couldn’t help but be slightly curious: “What is this?”

Gu Qianxi smiled: “Congratulations to the Liu household—the seventh wife has given birth to a son for the Marquis. This is for the young master to play with.”

A scholar need not leave home to know the world’s affairs. Gu Qianxi’s information was so well-informed thanks to Second Concubine’s efforts. Seeing Lu Yun and Wu Dingyuan clicking their tongues in amazement, Wei Zizhuang explained: “Last month on the seventh, the seventh wife gave birth smoothly to a baby boy. Mother and child are both well.”

Zuo Congyi also said: “Yes, an old clam producing a pearl isn’t rare—what’s rare is this child is so healthy and robust, not afraid of strangers at all. When I saw him today, this little rascal urinated all over my head and face!” Everyone burst into laughter hearing this.

Liu Angtian, past sixty, had fathered two sons and three daughters, but none were accomplished. The three daughters were naturally delicate—no need to elaborate. The eldest son, Yun Feng, inherited the title and should have strived for excellence, but this child was spoiled and pampered, unable to shoulder great responsibility, which was disappointing. The second son, Zheng Feng, though skilled in martial arts, had poor fortune—he was killed in a brawl with ruffians in his youth. After Liu Angtian’s grief, he was even more unwilling to let his eldest son take risks, so although the Liu household was full of talent, they were all outsiders.

With no one from the main family to inherit the legacy, although Liu Angtian never mentioned it, he was secretly melancholy inside. He had thought his fate was sealed and had no more wishful thinking, but who knew that in his old age he could still father a sturdy little black tiger—naturally this filled him with unexpected joy.

Hearing of this joyous birth, everyone was delighted. They all came forward with tea as wine to congratulate, and the scene immediately became lively.

Zuo Congyi, Shi Ping, Huang Ying and others were old acquaintances of Wu Dingyuan—many had been stationed at Juyong Pass, so they sat down to chat casually about the northern frontier situation. Wu Dingyuan called servants to serve tea, and Yan Ting personally carried pastries to entertain them. Several handsome military officers, seeing her beautiful as a flower, gentle and graceful, very polite and considerate, and hearing this woman was still unmarried, couldn’t help harboring fantasies and all wanted Wu Dingyuan to introduce them. How could Wu Dingyuan be willing to let his beloved fall into a tiger’s den? He naturally hummed and hawed, mixing things up confusedly, with both sides using every method to push and pull.

While everyone was laughing and playing, a servant came again to report: “Master, there’s a guest outside seeking an audience, saying he’s your colleague.”

Wu Dingyuan was slightly surprised. Liu Angtian’s unexpected arrival had already greatly astonished him—who would have thought another outsider would come? He immediately asked: “Which honored guest? Did you ask?”

The servant said: “That young master said his surname is Yang and he’s a clerk in the Ministry of War.”

There were many young masters surnamed Yang, but to both know Wu Dingyuan and work in the Ministry of War, there could only be that one person. Hearing of this person’s arrival, Lu Yun’s heart naturally turned cold, Wu Dingyuan’s expression became grave, and everyone in the hall changed color, whispering in each other’s ears. The servant became somewhat panicked and hurriedly said: “Master, should I let this person in?”

Wu Dingyuan took a deep breath and waved his hand: “Quickly invite him in!”

Yang Suguan, the top-ranked general among the Four Young Masters of the Liu household, had finally appeared.

Since the defeat on the first of July, whether Nu Cang fled far away, supplies were burned, or his master died tragically, this “Acting Northern Expedition Commander” had never shown himself. The abbot searched for him, the emperor looked for him—no matter how much the world discussed and speculated, this central army commander remained without a trace, as if he had transcended to immortality and worldly affairs no longer concerned him. Everyone thought of the mysteries at Damo Academy and couldn’t help but pay attention. Lu Yun and Wu Dingyuan were especially focused, not knowing how many questions they wanted to ask him.

Footsteps slowly echoed. Everyone looked toward the hall entrance and saw a young master walking through the courtyard. This person wore white robes with a long sword at his waist, gazing sideways at the garden’s splendor. The slanting autumn sun made his complexion appear extremely pale and smooth. Among the “Liu household’s two generals—literary Yang and martial Qin,” this person had noble and handsome features without losing dignity—it was the “Romantic Division Secretary” who had arrived.

Shi Ping was first to stand up, about to go over and inquire, but Liu Angtian saw this and immediately coughed. Zuo Congyi understood and quickly pulled Shi Ping back, signaling him to sit down. Everyone had originally wanted to stand up, but seeing Liu Angtian’s intentions, they all remained seated without moving.

Wu Dingyuan, as the host, naturally had to receive the guest. He walked to the entrance, cupped his hands and called: “Division Secretary Yang, please come inside.”

Yang Suguan was gazing at the flowers and plants in the garden. Hearing the call, he slowly turned his head and nodded to Wu Dingyuan. Wu Dingyuan saw him still standing in the courtyard and hurried forward, saying: “The Marquis happens to be in the mansion. Since Division Secretary Yang rarely visits, why not come have tea together?” As he spoke, he gestured invitingly for Yang Suguan to enter the hall.

Yang Suguan shook his head with a smile: “An uninvited guest need not go inside.” Hearing these words, Wu Dingyuan couldn’t help feeling alarmed. Just as he was about to speak, Yang Suguan had already changed the subject, pointing to the flowers and plants in the garden with a smile: “These trees and flowers are trimmed quite well, aren’t they?”

Wu Dingyuan nodded: “Yes, they’re tended by an old fellow from Xiliang. Quite diligent.” He took Yang Suguan’s hand and said again: “Everyone’s inside—come meet them.”

Wu Dingyuan had said this twice, and seeing such sincerity, Yang Suguan couldn’t very well refuse. He bowed and said: “This uninvited guest is troubling you.”

The two performed proper courtesies and entered the hall one after the other. The Romantic Division Secretary hadn’t appeared for a long time. Upon crossing the threshold, the first person he saw was Wei Zizhuang. Yang Suguan had been in officialdom for eight years and was always proper in etiquette. He immediately smiled and cupped his hands: “Guard Wei, it’s been a long time. I hope you’ve been well.”

Wei Zizhuang laughed heartily and made a gesture but didn’t say much.

Yang Suguan smiled and bowed: “I’ll have tea with you shortly.” With a smile on his face, he made his rounds greeting the Liu household generals. Everyone’s expressions varied—Zuo Congyi nodded slightly, Shi Ping wanted to speak but hesitated, while Huang Ying was straightforward by nature. He hurriedly stood up and said loudly: “Division Secretary Yang! Where have you been? Everyone’s been looking for you…” Before he finished speaking, Zuo Congyi had already grabbed him and forcibly pulled him back to his seat. Although Huang Ying wasn’t clever, he had also rolled around in officialdom. Seeing the situation was abnormal, he stopped making noise.

Everyone in the hall avoided him as if he were a plague, making the scene quite awkward. Yet Yang Suguan showed no discomfort. He walked toward Liu Angtian, came within three feet, and bowed: “Your subordinate Suguan pays respects to the Marquis.”

The Romantic Division Secretary, the top-ranked general of the Liu household, was now bowing in audience. Liu Angtian naturally couldn’t ignore him. They heard hearty laughter that shook the hall as he said: “Good child! Look how black as charcoal you are—who picked you up and brought you home?” Everyone was astonished hearing these words. Looking closely, they saw the Northern Expedition Commander smiling at a child, continuously teasing and playing. That child was Wu Dingyuan’s adopted son, Chong Qing.

The entire hall fell silent. Yang Suguan was also speechless, only watching his superior play and frolic with the child. He heard Chong Qing loudly reply: “Answering grandfather, it was father who brought me home! Father’s martial arts are the best in the world! Father is the greatest good person in the world!”

Liu Angtian laughed: “Good child, you know filial piety! In the future, grandfather will specially promote your father for your sake. Isn’t that good?”

Chong Qing beamed: “Good! Grandfather, you can’t go back on your word!”

The grandfather and child chatted and laughed, but from beginning to end, Liu Angtian never glanced at Yang Suguan once, as if this person didn’t exist in the hall. Yang Suguan listened quietly, seemingly lost in thought. He bowed and cupped his hands a second time: “Your subordinate Suguan pays respects to the Marquis.”

Liu Angtian still didn’t respond. They saw him turn to Chong Qing with a smile: “Good child, fetch water for me.” Yang Suguan’s heart turned cold. He reached for the tea bowl, but at that moment Chong Qing got there first. Holding the tea bowl, the child said in his young voice: “Grandfather! The water’s here!”

Liu Angtian laughed heartily: “Good! Chong Qing is still the sensible one!” He immediately gulped it down like an ox drinking, looking quite content. Yang Suguan’s expression remained very calm. His appearance was unchanged, with no sorrow or worry in his brow, as if carved from jade—bloodless and tearless. He bowed to Liu Angtian, then turned around to find a seat in the hall.

With so many military officials in the hall, the reception room was already packed. Yang Suguan’s gaze swept around but found no place to sit. When everyone met his gaze, they all looked away. Apart from Liu Angtian and Chong Qing’s intermittent conversation, there was no other sound.

Yang Suguan had always been composed and had never lost his dignity. Seeing the situation, he showed no anger and was about to leave. Just then, someone walked up to him, took his hand, and said warmly: “Division Secretary Yang, it’s been a long time.”

※※※

Yang Suguan looked closely and saw the person had a square face, sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes—it was Lu Yun. The Shandong scholar was upright and straightforward. The more the Liu household members abandoned Yang like worn shoes, the more he wanted to stand up. He immediately embraced Yang Suguan’s waist, gestured to his own seat, and said firmly: “Sit!”

Yang Suguan heard the words but neither spoke nor moved, showing no intention of sitting.

Lu Yun grasped his hand and frowned: “Sit down. Don’t just stand there.”

Gu Qianxi also stood up and said gently: “Yes, come sit and have tea. It’s been so long since we’ve all met.”

Yang Suguan lowered his head to look at the ground. For a moment, the corners of his mouth twitched and his eyes seemed to redden. Lu Yun had known this man for several years and had never seen him lose composure even slightly. His heart was shocked, but at that moment Yang Suguan had already regained his composure. He glanced at Lu Yun and whispered in his ear: “Lu Yun, thank you.” He patted his colleague’s shoulder, and with a flutter of his sleeves, he turned and left.

Wu Dingyuan, as the host, couldn’t let him leave like this. He immediately chased after him, calling: “Suguan, wait! Stay for dinner before you go!”

He had just started moving when someone grabbed him. Turning around, he saw it was Wei Zizhuang. Wu Dingyuan didn’t know why he was stopping him and couldn’t help saying urgently: “Guard Wei, if you have something to discuss, could we talk about it later?”

Wei Zizhuang shook his head: “Don’t chase him. It’s useless.”

Wu Dingyuan’s face darkened and he asked back: “What do you mean useless? What’s the meaning of ignoring him from beginning to end?”

Wei Zizhuang, hearing him speak openly, no longer needed to hide anything. He shrugged and sighed: “What meaning? Don’t you understand? He’s finished.”

Wu Dingyuan’s thick eyebrows trembled. He stepped back and smiled bitterly: “Finished?”

Wei Zizhuang sighed, not knowing what to say, when they heard a long sigh from the hall. An elderly man slowly stood up and said with a deep sigh: “Dingyuan, oh Dingyuan, if you want to help him, don’t get entangled with him at this crucial moment. Everyone in the court says Monk Tianjue harmed himself and misled others, that Yang Suguan is incompetent for great responsibility, and that Shaolin Temple has only an empty reputation. If he still wants to keep his official position, he must seclude himself these days to reflect and think clearly about how to explain to the emperor. If you pester him now, you’ll inevitably distract him, which is bad for both him and you.”

Wu Dingyuan smiled bitterly. Liu Angtian had taken him in and recommended him for office—he was his greatest benefactor in life, so naturally he couldn’t go against his wishes. Wu Dingyuan felt desolate and turned to look at Lu Yun. Their gazes met and their thoughts aligned—they both nodded simultaneously.

Lu Yun flicked his sleeves and turned to look at Gu Qianxi. He saw the young lady smile slightly and nod as well.

The people in the hall continued their chatter as before. When Lu Yun went out to see off the guest, no one stopped him. Looking at Liu Angtian playing with the child, Zuo Congyi and Shi Ping drinking tea and chatting—who wasn’t relaxed and carefree? Gu Qianxi saw all this and secretly sighed at the fickleness of human nature. Just as she was about to stand up and take her leave, she suddenly noticed a figure in the crowd.

Amid the voices and chatter, that young woman was hiding behind a hall pillar, stealing glances toward the door. Seeing her shoulders trembling slightly, she too was apparently a person of deep feeling.

※※※

Lu Yun was naturally a righteous person. When his heart was moved, how could he care about others’ gossip behind his back? Moreover, having a Minister father-in-law above him, even if he offended the Liu household members, he could weather it. He immediately stepped out of the hall and chased after him.

Rushing out the door, he saw only an old gardener standing by the path in the garden, but no sign of Yang Suguan. Lu Yun hurriedly approached and asked: “Uncle, did you see a man in white clothes who just hurriedly left the mansion?”

The gardener kept his head down like he was deaf, only raising his head after Lu Yun had repeated his question twice.

In the sunset glow, the gardener appeared to be about sixty years old, with a pale, bloodless face and eyes full of melancholy. He glanced at Lu Yun then lowered his head again, completely ignoring his question.

Lu Yun was stunned: “Uncle, did you see a young master walk out just now?” The old man seemed deaf. Despite Lu Yun asking three times, he remained indifferent. Lu Yun clicked his tongue impatiently and reached out to shake him.

The moment his finger touched the man’s arm, the person’s body shook and the sickle in his hand fell to the ground. He turned to look at Lu Yun, his eyes full of anger. Lu Yun saw his stern expression and felt somewhat afraid. He stepped back involuntarily and cupped his hands: “Sorry, uncle didn’t respond to me… so I just… I just…”

The man’s gaze slowly moved away from Lu Yun as he lowered his head: “No matter, this old man is already…” He coughed and paused, then changed his words: “This old Zheng is advanced in years, with dim eyes, weak strength, and poor hearing—I couldn’t hear what you said. Please forgive me, sir.”

Lu Yun was stunned for a long moment, thinking: “This gardener speaks so elegantly.” Looking at the old man’s clear features and extraordinary bearing, he must also be a failed scholar. Recalling his own difficult times, sympathy arose in his heart. Seeing the man slowly bending down to pick up the sickle from the ground, Lu Yun was quick-eyed and fast-handed, immediately squatting down to help him pick it up.

Just then, a hand blocked them and picked up the sickle first. Lu Yun’s heart turned cold. Following the person’s arm upward, he saw a noble, pale face smiling at him—it was Yang Suguan.

Lu Yun was both surprised and delighted to see he hadn’t gone far, laughing: “You didn’t even touch a chair before leaving in such a hurry.” He took his hand: “If you don’t like staying in the mansion, why don’t we go have tea somewhere?”

Yang Suguan smiled slightly and withdrew his hand from Lu Yun’s palm: “Magistrate Lu, do you truly not understand, or are you pretending not to understand?”

Lu Yun smiled calmly: “Division Secretary Yang, what Lu Yun should understand, he definitely understands.” He stepped forward and embraced Yang Suguan’s waist: “What I shouldn’t understand, I’m dumber than an ox and just can’t figure out.”

Yang Suguan looked at Lu Yun with wide eyes, as if extremely surprised. Slowly, his face broke into a smile and he burst out laughing. Lu Yun also laughed along. Remembering Yang Suguan’s mysterious whereabouts these past days, he asked: “Just where have you been these past days? Everyone’s been so worried.”

Hearing these words, Yang Suguan immediately composed his expression, his manner extremely solemn. In the autumn evening, the sunset was brilliant, and the distant imperial palace towers reflected light—the emperor’s divine authority was dazzling to behold. Lu Yun followed his gaze and saw a person in the distance walking alone with hunched back—it was the gardener they had just seen.

Lu Yun whispered: “Division Secretary Yang, do you know how your master really died?”

Yang Suguan remained silent for a long time without answering. After a long while, he suddenly said: “Brother Lu, you’re well-read and have always been very insightful. Can you tell me what constitutes a good person in this world? What constitutes a bad person?”

Lu Yun was somewhat stunned. Questions about good and bad people, right and wrong, should be asked by children Chong Qing’s age. Yang Suguan was a distinguished advanced scholar who had seen countless profound principles and ideas—why would he ask such a question? Lu Yun pondered for a moment and answered: “Since Division Secretary Yang asks, I’ll answer. Confucianists say we should seek the foundation in benevolence. Those who can achieve ‘benevolence’ are good people.”

Yang Suguan glanced at him sideways: “Benevolence? What does that mean?”

Lu Yun smiled: “The Master said: ‘The benevolent person, wishing to establish himself, helps others to establish themselves; wishing to be prominent, helps others to be prominent.’ From examining one’s heart to practicing in action, one can approach benevolence.” Seeing Yang Suguan neither agreed nor disagreed, he immediately squatted down and wrote the character for “benevolence” in the dirt.

Lu Yun pointed to the ground: “Look at this character for benevolence—on the left is ‘person,’ on the right is ‘two.’ Benevolence means ‘two people.’ The affairs between two people constitute ‘benevolence.’ Always thinking of the other person—that’s examining one’s heart. When all one’s actions are for others’ benefit—that’s practicing in action. With both complete, one is close to it.”

Yang Suguan laughed heartily: “Knowing is easy, practicing is difficult. I’m afraid few people in the world can achieve it.”

Lu Yun pointed to himself then to Yang Suguan: “Division Secretary Yang, this statement is greatly mistaken. Benevolence is everywhere. Even with just the two of us here, we can have ‘benevolence.'” Seeing dried grass on Yang Suguan’s lapel, he immediately raised his hand to brush it off. “Benevolence doesn’t necessarily require throwing away one’s head and spilling hot blood, nor does it necessarily require heroic deeds. Even small matters can approach benevolence. As long as one’s heart contains good intentions, even giving a bowl of rice or offering a cup of water—in that moment of self-sacrifice for others, it can move the Master.”

Yang Suguan watched him silently, then suddenly nodded: “Lu Yun, you truly are a remarkable person. No wonder Zhonghai respects you so much.”

Since they’d known each other, when had they ever spoken with such sincere feeling? Lu Yun’s face reddened slightly, somewhat flattered, waving his hand: “I’m just a bookworm—what’s remarkable about that? Division Secretary Yang’s praise is truly too much.”

Yang Suguan smiled slightly, then suddenly lowered his head and closed his eyes. Lu Yun saw he seemed to be contemplating something and didn’t dare disturb him, quietly waiting.

The sky gradually darkened. In the distance, servants carried lanterns over. The cool autumn breeze blew pleasantly, lifting one’s spirits. Lu Yun stood guard beside him, seeing Yang Suguan remain motionless with eyes closed like an old monk in meditation. Seeing lights coming on in the Wu mansion and thinking of Gu Qianxi still waiting for his return, he said: “It’s getting dark. I should go. Let’s talk another day.”

Just as he was about to stand up, Yang Suguan opened his eyes and reached out to grab Lu Yun’s hand: “Brother Lu, if you consider me a friend, could you answer one thing?” Lu Yun hadn’t been close to this person before, but now that Yang Suguan’s old friends had withered away and his situation was quite lonely, how could he abandon him? He readily said: “Division Secretary Yang, just ask. If I know, I won’t hide anything.”

Yang Suguan showed a gratified smile and nodded: “When my master died, you were the first person to see him. Can you tell me if he had any last words before he died?”

Lu Yun’s heart turned cold and he felt somewhat hesitant. Because he was the first person to see Tianjue’s corpse, he had been like a target these days. Not only had the high monks Lingyin and Lingzhen sent messengers to inquire, but even Song Gongmai and Gao Tianwei had repeatedly questioned him. But at that time, Qin Zhonghai had solemnly instructed him never to mention Tianjue’s last words to outsiders, or else there would surely be great disaster in the world. For this reason, Lu Yun had always kept his mouth shut and never mentioned those two sentences to anyone.

Seeing Lu Yun silent for a long time, Yang Suguan didn’t press him, just waited beside him.

Lu Yun saw his calm expression with no intention of interrogating him, which made him even more hesitant. With Yang Suguan’s depth and wisdom, if he had come on strong with deception and pressure, Lu Yun’s stubborn nature would have made him extremely defensive and refuse to speak even unto death. But this person had no authority and was in a pitiful situation, which couldn’t help but move Lu Yun.

Both emotionally and logically, this man was Tianjue’s beloved disciple—what right did he have to hide his master’s last words? Lu Yun’s thoughts stirred and he was about to speak when he suddenly remembered Qin Zhonghai’s words about “dynastic change.” His heart was shocked and he swallowed his words back.

Yang Suguan smiled slightly: “Brother Lu, I’ve been a rule-abiding person since childhood. Whatever standards parents and elders set, I definitely follow. Now I’ve grown up and know more, and parents can no longer control me… Now the only thing that can still give me standards is…” He paused and looked up at the endless sunset, saying softly: “Heaven.”

Yang Suguan bowed lightly as if wanting to say something but feeling somewhat weary, then left. Lu Yun stared blankly, watching his colleague turn and walk toward a corner of the courtyard. As darkness fell and shadows engulfed the area, his figure was immediately swallowed up. Lu Yun’s heart stirred and he suddenly felt unbearable, quickly chasing after him and grabbing him.

Lu Yun felt terrible and couldn’t help but speak. Gritting his teeth, he said: “I won’t hide it from you. That day your master said two sentences. The first was ‘Beside the Golden Water Bridge…'” Yang Suguan looked stunned and murmured: “Golden Water Bridge…”

Just then, a loud shout came from behind: “Brother Lu!” Lu Yun looked back to see multiple footsteps and a large group of military officials coming out of the hall. The two in front, one old and one strong, walked shoulder to shoulder—both had square heads, big ears, and robust builds. On the left was Liu Angtian, on the right was Wu Dingyuan. It seemed Wu Dingyuan had been the one shouting.

Seeing Wu Dingyuan approaching, Yang Suguan didn’t want to face the crowd. He immediately leaped up, his body floating more than ten zhang like a paper kite, floating onto the wall. Lu Yun was amazed, not knowing when Yang Suguan had practiced such body techniques. Knowing his own lightness skills were inferior and his injuries not yet healed, he could only quickly chase to the base of the wall and urgently call: “Division Secretary Yang! I haven’t finished speaking—where are you going?”

A red sun was about to set behind the mountains. Yang Suguan knelt on one knee and looked down at Lu Yun. The sunset shining on him made his entire body glow with an extremely noble aura. The two men’s eyes met as they heard him sigh softly: “You needn’t feel troubled. If Heaven has mercy on me, it will let me receive what I deserve. If not, I won’t force it either.”

He reached down to gently touch Lu Yun’s cheek and said: “At parting, I give you one word of advice.”

Lu Yun didn’t know why, but felt Yang Suguan was about to leave forever. Hot blood surged up as he tightly grasped his hand. Yang Suguan smiled slightly: “Listen to my advice—leave the capital. You don’t belong here.” In an instant, his figure leaped up and he had already gone over the wall.

Lu Yun exclaimed and was about to chase out when he heard a sigh behind him: “Nephew Lu, don’t chase him.” Lu Yun turned around to see an elderly man standing behind him—it was Liu Angtian. He placed his hand on Lu Yun’s shoulder: “His heart is troubled. Let him go.”

Leaves fell from the wall. Apart from the autumn sunset, where could they still see the figure of the “Romantic Division Secretary”? Lu Yun hummed in acknowledgment. Wu Dingyuan beside him saw he was lost in thought and walked to Lu Yun’s side, gently grasping his hand.

※※※

Originally, Yan Ting had prepared a table of dishes, wanting everyone to stay for dinner in the mansion. But after this disturbance, no one was in the mood and they all took their leave. Yan Ting didn’t try to keep anyone either, just remained silent as if something was troubling her. Lu Yun also said little and walked home shoulder to shoulder with Gu Qianxi.

Lu Yun’s injuries had healed considerably by now. Since Gu Qianxi no longer needed to care for him these days, she had returned to live in her own home. The two walked home together along the road. Fallen leaves and slanting sun on the blue stone path created an autumn chill. Lu Yun’s face was full of worry and he had no heart to look around. Thinking of Yang Suguan’s earlier words made him feel even more depressed.

Gu Qianxi heard him sighing and asked: “You’re worrying about Division Secretary Yang, aren’t you?”

Lu Yun sighed deeply and nodded. “Monk Tianjue harmed himself and misled others,” “Yang Suguan is incompetent for great responsibility,” “Shaolin Temple has only empty reputation”—these three statements determined the battle’s results. From now on, in the martial world, after Kunlun and Huashan, there was another collapsed famous sect. Thinking of Shaolin’s downfall, plus Wudang being implicated by Qin Baxian, and Jiuhua’s Four Heroes being implicated by the Azure-Robed Scholar, four of the strong had collapsed in succession. The remaining Dian Cang, Emei, and Kongtong were all small fry—how could they compete with others?

Lu Yun was full of worry and sighed: “This time the court suffered a great defeat, and Division Secretary Yang was the army’s commander-in-chief. I really don’t know how the emperor will determine his punishment.” The two held hands, and Gu Qianxi felt Lu Yun’s palm full of cold sweat. She immediately consoled: “Don’t worry. Division Secretary Yang comes from an extraordinary family. His father is a Grand Secretary of Zhongji Hall with deep friendships among the ministers—he won’t just watch his son suffer.”

Yang Yuan’s position was indeed stable as a rock. The three major court factions would show mercy for his sake. Thinking of this, Lu Yun felt much more at ease. Gu Qianxi knew Lu Yun’s nature like the back of her hand—she was afraid the big yellow dog would act up again. Not wanting her beloved to worry about others’ affairs, her big eyes rolled and she immediately turned to face Lu Yun, walking backwards.

Lu Yun saw she wasn’t walking straight or sideways but walking backwards, and couldn’t help being stunned. Gu Qianxi looked up at her beloved with a smile: “Lu Lang, look at me.” As she spoke, her watery big eyes blinked and blinked, truly charming and adorable.

Lu Yun saw her acting so strangely and couldn’t help opening his mouth in bewilderment: “What are you doing? Practicing lightness skills?”

Gu Qianxi smiled beautifully and spat: “Don’t make fun of people. Look at me.”

Lu Yun saw her suddenly acting coquettish and couldn’t help laughing. He pretended to be dull and slowly lowered his head: “Like this…” Gu Qianxi giggled: “Look how silly you are. Really like a fool.” She knocked him on the forehead. Although Lu Yun was a rigid scholar who most feared showing romantic feelings in front of others, he was young after all. At this moment, with his beloved by his side and a bright future ahead, his mood calmed and he couldn’t help feeling playful. He frolicked with Gu Qianxi for a while.

The two laughed and talked all the way home. Seeing the big red lanterns at the door, Gu Qianxi’s face suddenly blushed. In just a few days, she would marry and become a wife. From then on, “Miss Gu” would exist no more—there would only be one “Mrs. Lu” in the world. She felt joy in her heart but was also shy, just looking at the ground with a smile and saying nothing.

The two stood in front of the Gu family gate, about to open the door, when suddenly they heard the gate bang open by itself. Then a middle-aged woman walked out. Although she walked forward, her face was turned to one side, chattering in Jiangnan dialect and scolding servants. Needless to say, it was Second Concubine.

As soon as Second Concubine came out, she saw Lu Yun’s hand on Gu Qianxi’s shoulder. The young couple embracing in broad daylight naturally made Second Concubine’s eyes light up. She looked Lu Yun up and down and sneered: “What are you doing standing at the door? Eighteen farewells?”

Gu Qianxi’s face turned red to her ears as she said to herself: “Lu Lang, tonight mother wants me to accompany her out, so I can’t keep her waiting long. I’ll go in first.” She went inside, leaving Lu Yun alone outside.

Seeing Second Concubine blocking the doorway like a fierce god, Lu Yun didn’t dare follow inside and immediately shrank back: “Greetings, Concubine.”

Second Concubine laughed twice and was about to respond when she saw Lu Yun step back and cup his hands: “Farewell.” He immediately used lightness skills to escape.

Second Concubine’s heart flared with anger. Lu Yun’s first sentence was “Greetings, Concubine” and his second sentence was “Farewell”—treating her like a plague god. She immediately shrieked and stopped him, angrily saying: “Evasive! Perfunctory! A whole top scholar—where did all your book learning go? Come here! Properly greet your concubine!”

Lu Yun smiled bitterly. He was the Gu family’s future son-in-law and, speaking properly, Second Concubine’s junior, so naturally he couldn’t be discourteous. He immediately stood properly, cupped his hands to his chest, bent his waist, and said loudly: “Honored Concubine above, this junior Lu Yun specially comes to pay respects to you, honored lady. May Concubine’s body be robust and your mornings and evenings peaceful.”

Second Concubine saw his respectful manner—he only lacked saying “fortune like the Eastern Sea, longevity like the Southern Mountains” and such praise. Her anger diminished considerably and she smiled: “So it’s son-in-law! Concubine hasn’t seen son-in-law these past days and has been thinking of you. How about having dinner together?”

As soon as Lu Yun saw her, his heart turned cold. Even without illness, she could grind one sick, not to mention his chest wound was still aching faintly. He immediately smiled apologetically: “This son-in-law has an appointment tonight and it’s not convenient now. I’ll come pay respects to Concubine in a couple days.”

Second Concubine exclaimed and was about to say more when Lu Yun, wearing a smile, hurriedly said: “Concubine’s divine skills cover the world, unmatched by ten thousand men. This junior takes his leave now.” Second Concubine heard his mouth full of praise but couldn’t make out what he was saying. While she was puzzled, Lu Yun had already turned and gracefully fled. His body technique was remarkably fast.

Lu Yun stretched and yawned, casting aside troublesome mundane affairs as he strolled leisurely down the street.

Since achieving the top scholar ranking, he had never had such leisure time. Counting the days, it would soon be the Mid-Autumn Festival. After he married, he would be a man with family and property. Then, as a husband and father, who knew when he would have such a carefree moment again? Lu Yun stretched and looked toward the tavern across the street, feeling his throat begin to itch.

It had been so long since he’d had a drink…

Since taking office in Jiangnan, he had been surrounded either by young ladies or subordinates—when had he ever had good brothers to drink and get drunk with? Recalling those days when heroes were dispirited and he nursed his sorrows, those times when he possessed nothing—it was at this very tavern where he used to drown his troubles. Lu Yun felt a wave of nostalgia and stood outside the shop, craning his neck to peer inside.

Having not patronized the establishment for two years, the tavern no longer bore its former filthy appearance. He saw red walls and blue bricks, everything renovated, even built up to a second floor. The interior was packed with distinguished guests—if he hadn’t visited before, he would never recognize it now. The shopkeeper, seeing someone peering at the door, immediately smiled: “First time coming in, sir? Our shop’s craftsmanship is authentic—please come try our flavors.”

The shop had been completely renewed, but the shopkeeper had aged. Though his portly figure remained the same as years past, his face was now layered with wrinkles—he had truly aged considerably. Lu Yun looked at the shopkeeper with a smile: “I’m an old customer. Don’t you really remember?”

Hearing Lu Yun say this, the shopkeeper immediately looked him up and down, but even if his eyes were ten times sharper, how could he recognize that this dignified young gentleman was once the drunken poor scholar who used to collapse at the tables? For a moment, he only looked puzzled, scratching his cheek and face.

The shop was new, the people were new—no one recognized anyone. Seeing his bewildered expression, Lu Yun immediately laughed: “It’s been years since I came—naturally you’d forget me. Please prepare a table by the window and bring a bottle of Maotai and a Shandong drunken chicken.”

The shopkeeper heard him speak familiarly, as if he truly was an old customer. He scratched his head and smiled apologetically: “Certainly, certainly. Please take a seat, honored guest. I’ll bring the dishes shortly.”

Lu Yun entered the shop and was about to find a table when he suddenly heard someone call from behind: “Yun’er! You’re here too?”

Lu Yun recognized Gu Siyuan’s voice and was immediately delighted. How rare to encounter his father-in-law—not only would he save on the meal cost, but they could also compose poetry and engage in elevated discourse. Lu Yun quickly turned around and bowed: “Uncle Gu.”

Before he finished speaking, someone laughed: “Still calling him Uncle Gu? Someone who’ll be a son-in-law by mid-month should call him father.” Lu Yun’s handsome face reddened as he looked closely and saw two people sitting by the window. One was a distinguished elderly man—Gu Siyuan—while beside him sat another old man he also knew well: Lord He, who had accompanied the marriage alliance years ago. It was he who had just spoken jestingly. Lu Yun dared not be impolite and cupped his hands: “Lord He.”

Lord He maintained his former style as Marquis Changle—even when the court faced troubles, he remained cheerful. He stood up and cupped his hands to Gu Siyuan with a smile: “Old Gu, this matter is settled then.” Gu Siyuan rose with a smile: “Rest assured, leave it to me.”

Lu Yun watched from the side, not knowing what important matter these two ministers were discussing. Fearing it might be inappropriate to listen, he was about to withdraw when Lord He approached with a smile: “Don’t leave, don’t leave. How can this old man stare at you two, father and son-in-law, while you drink privately? Go sit down and chat with your father. I’m leaving now.” With hearty laughter, he turned and left.

Lu Yun smiled along for a while, then went to sit at the table. Gu Siyuan said: “How coincidental that you also came to drink at ‘Fengming Tower’?”

Lu Yun smiled slightly, thinking: “Fengming Tower? ‘Wind calling to leaves on both shores, moon shining on a lone boat’? Truly, with each emperor comes new ministers—even the name has become elegant.” He remembered when this shop was filthy and dirty. Even when Yang Suguan and Qin Zhonghai came to drink together, it was with great reluctance. As for himself, being a penniless poor scholar, he had no choice but to come here. It seemed this boss’s business had grown larger and larger—looking at his thriving success, he had actually become renowned among the nobles.

After Lord He left, the shop’s workers came to clear the bowls and dishes, then brought new bowls and chopsticks. Lu Yun had been seriously injured at the front and hadn’t had deep conversations with his father-in-law for over a month—now he had much to say. Gu Siyuan looked toward the wine pot and said blandly: “How are your injuries? Can you drink?”

Lu Yun quickly said: “Much better—I can definitely drink.” He took the wine pot and filled Gu Siyuan’s cup to the brim.

Gu Siyuan lifted his wine cup, gestured to Lu Yun, then drank it all. He said blandly: “The wine’s a bit weak.” As he spoke, he looked out the window. Lu Yun followed his gaze and saw the building across the street brightly lit—it was where the Gu household lived. Lu Yun saw he showed neither joy nor anger, inscrutable and profound, completely unlike his usual kind and gentle manner. He couldn’t help feeling apprehensive, not knowing what instructions he might have. He poured another cup for Gu Siyuan and broached the topic: “Uncle Gu, are you unhappy?”

Gu Siyuan smiled faintly and asked back: “Yun’er, how long has it been since you achieved top scholar?”

Lu Yun quickly replied: “I passed the examinations last Mid-Autumn—exactly one year now.”

Gu Siyuan sighed gently: “Very good, very good.” Seeing his manner, Lu Yun felt even more afraid and shrank back, not daring to move. Gu Siyuan finished his wine, then suddenly slammed the cup down heavily and said sadly: “Child, observing your actions this past year, Uncle Gu regrets his old eyes were dim—I actually entrusted my daughter to you!”

Lu Yun was greatly shocked. Gu Siyuan had always been fond of him—when had he ever spoken so harshly? Lu Yun hurriedly stood up and knelt beside the table, kowtowing: “Uncle Gu! If you have any reproach, please scold me severely—I’m listening!”

Gu Siyuan sighed: “Child, I often think about what kind of person my son-in-law should be. Your literary achievements are high, your character strong—everything delights Uncle Gu, but… child…” He caressed Lu Yun’s cheek and said softly: “No one would marry their daughter to Wen Tianxiang.”

Lu Yun gaped in bewilderment: “Uncle Gu, what you’re saying is…”

Gu Siyuan smiled bitterly without speaking, drinking alone. After a long while, seeing Lu Yun kneeling on the ground looking very frightened, he pulled him up and had him sit back in his seat. Lu Yun wept: “Uncle Gu, whether you beat or scold me, I’m listening—but please don’t remain silent. My heart feels so terrible…” As he spoke, he raised his sleeve to wipe his tears, causing nearby customers to turn and look.

Gu Siyuan sighed: “The path of sages… the path of sages… Child, oh child, look outside the window. Look at the common people you always speak of.” As he spoke, he pushed open the window shutters, letting the street scene come into view.

Lu Yun gazed intently outside. It was just past dinner time, and he saw pedestrians bustling back and forth on the road—shopkeepers opening their stores, merchants conducting business, trade flourishing as usual. Far from showing signs of last year’s great chaos in the capital, there was even more of a thriving atmosphere, just like a golden age of peace. Gu Siyuan said leisurely: “Tell me—with treacherous ministers causing havoc and rebels rising again, why can these common people still smile?”

Lu Yun said quietly: “They have food to eat and feel happy, so they smile.”

Gu Siyuan nodded: “Exactly so. What the common people care about is having a stable meal to eat. Who holds power, who governs—to them it’s all the same. Whether dynasties change or righteous campaigns are launched against tyrants, these are all matters for princes and ministers. Whoever can let everyone eat their fill, let children grow up safely, let daughters marry securely—that person is Confucius and the Duke of Zhou. Do you understand this?”

Lu Yun looked at the street, his eyes filled with infinite compassion. After a long while, he sighed softly: “Uncle Gu, as long as the people have food to eat and clothes to wear, even if the ruler is a great villain, we shouldn’t interfere?”

Knowing Lu Yun’s rigid character would surely cause trouble as an official, Gu Siyuan deliberately tried to break down his son-in-law’s unshakeable concepts of loyalty and treachery: “How could someone who feeds the people still be a great villain? In my view, even if foreign tribes occupied our territory, as long as they could let the people live peacefully with food and clothing, they could be a good emperor in the people’s hearts.”

Lu Yun looked toward the window and smiled gently: “So… so as long as the court can feed the majority of people, it can arbitrarily slaughter a small portion of them—no matter how ruthless and cruel the methods, the people will turn a blind eye, right?”

Gu Siyuan’s face trembled and he was speechless. After a long while, he waved his hand but didn’t respond.

Lu Yun looked up solemnly to the sky and said: “Uncle Gu, if I were to placate you today, I would no longer be a Confucian scholar. I read the books of sages not to work for the emperor, nor to work for the people. Whether it’s ‘people as foundation’ or ‘ruler as foundation,’ I want none of it.”

Gu Siyuan’s face trembled: “Then… then what do you want?”

Lu Yun looked up at the night sky with dignity: “Something higher than this world—I call it the righteous way.”

Gu Siyuan set down his wine cup and exclaimed: “The righteous way?”

Lu Yun looked at his own palms and said quietly: “The righteous way means doing what’s right. Before great questions of right and wrong, it’s not about whose fist is bigger or who has more people. Neither emperor nor common people can make me yield even slightly.” He raised his wine cup and drained it: “If I cannot find the way in my heart, I can go back to selling noodles. Even if the world calls me a traitor to Confucianism, I don’t care.”

Neither pandering to crowds nor flattering superiors—regardless of numbers or strength, though thousands of millions oppose me, I will go forward. This was the spirit of Confucian scholars. Gu Siyuan was moved and was about to voice agreement when he suddenly remembered he had come to persuade. He quickly slapped the table and scolded: “Don’t speak like that! No one wants you to be a bad person, but no one wants you to be a fool either! In chaotic times, as long as we can properly protect ourselves and our families, that’s the greatest achievement. Understand?”

Lu Yun turned to look and saw Gu Siyuan gazing at him with eyes full of love, care, and worry—afraid he would ruin his own future. Lu Yun felt moved, thinking: “Uncle Gu’s love for me is no different from his love for his own son.” He lowered his head and, without words, nodded.

Gu Siyuan breathed a sigh of relief: “Qian’er will soon be your wife. If you continue having wild thoughts and constantly stirring up trouble, Uncle Gu will be the first not to forgive you.”

Lu Yun smiled bitterly: “I promise Uncle Gu that no matter what happens, I will definitely protect my wife and children.”

Gu Siyuan was very satisfied. He nodded and looked toward the window. After a while, he suddenly said: “Yun’er, Uncle Gu has something to tell you.”

Lu Yun’s heart turned cold and he quickly said: “Please speak, Uncle Gu.”

Gu Siyuan stared at Lu Yun: “In three days, there will be an imperial audience at the palace gates. The emperor will summon the bandit-suppression generals at Qianqing Gate to discuss merit and rewards, and those guilty… cough will be punished.”

Lu Yun exclaimed. This time the court’s expedition had been unsuccessful, and Yang Suguan, as the central army’s commander, would naturally bear the brunt. His heart was in turmoil and he was about to ask when he saw Gu Siyuan’s gaze was extremely stern. Lu Yun suddenly understood—he realized that everything Gu Siyuan had said earlier was to sound out his thoughts and ensure he wouldn’t get involved in political struggles.

Indeed, Gu Siyuan’s face was cold as he said sternly: “Uncle Gu asks you—if Division Secretary Yang is sentenced to death, what will you do? Want to rescue someone again? What did you just promise?”

Lu Yun lowered his head to look at the ground and remained speechless for a long time. Actually, he and Yang Suguan had no deep friendship—he had never liked this person’s methods, and last year they had a major falling out over Gu Qianxi’s matter. But seeing Yang Suguan’s current pitiful situation aroused his deep compassion, leaving him momentarily at a loss.

Gu Siyuan continued: “You’re naturally someone who values emotion and righteousness—Uncle Gu loves you for this and is angry with you for this. Previously, Qin Zhonghai’s affair happened suddenly—I didn’t know beforehand and didn’t hold it against you afterward. But if you jump into this sea of suffering again this time, Uncle Gu absolutely won’t agree.”

Lu Yun listened and suddenly began to weep. One by one, his colleagues from the Liu household had either fallen from power, fled to distant places to rebel, or faced great calamity with their lives in danger. The bitterness in Lu Yun’s heart was overwhelming, and tears rolled down his face.

Gu Siyuan saw his anguished expression and sighed deeply, taking out a slip of paper from his sleeve: “Don’t panic, don’t panic—Uncle Gu was just testing you. Look at this first, then we’ll talk.”

Lu Yun didn’t know the origin of this paper, but thinking that Gu Siyuan had personally handed it to him, it must be extremely significant. He hurriedly read it aloud:

“A defeated general does not die, hardships end, afterward fortune comes, under the moon jade stands upright, showing face with joy spreading.”

Seeing his beloved son-in-law’s puzzled expression, Gu Siyuan explained: “Uncle Gu won’t hide it from you. This is an imperial edict that came from the Imperial Study. A palace attendant copied it and privately sent it to the Ministry of War.” He took the paper back and said gently: “According to this paper, Division Secretary Yang should safely pass through the imperial audience in a few days. Uncle Gu asked you that way just now only to hear your true thoughts.”

Lu Yun exclaimed, his heart both excited and ashamed. Yang Suguan was originally a clerk in the Ministry of War—he was actually Gu Siyuan’s subordinate. His father-in-law had long been working on his behalf and had specially asked someone to inquire at the Imperial Study. Lu Yun burst into tears of joy and immediately raised his wine cup, saying loudly: “The world is cold-hearted! Uncle Gu is noble! I’m proud to be your son-in-law! Here’s to you!”

The two put aside their worries and drank happily, chatting and laughing until deep into the night before returning home. But Gu Siyuan, deeply afraid his son-in-law would cause trouble again, repeatedly instructed him throughout the evening about various ways of conducting oneself in the world, absolutely not allowing him to stir up trouble again.

※※※

After being busy all day—first visiting the Wu mansion, then drinking with his father-in-law—by the time he returned to his residence, he was exhausted.

Gu Qianxi wasn’t there to care for him now, but she had thoughtfully left wound medicine on the table for her beloved to apply himself. Lu Yun opened his clothing and changed his own medicine before lying down. Seeing how well he had eaten and slept these days, his wounds were healing extremely quickly—by the Mid-Autumn Festival, he should be able to remove the bandages.

Lu Yun took off his boots and looked at the pitch-black ceiling, thinking: “How quickly it’s come—I’m about to marry and become someone’s husband.” When he escaped from that Shandong prison years ago, how could he have imagined he would have such a day? He lay in bed tossing and turning, recalling the events of recent years. His spirits became more and more vigorous, so he simply sat up, lit a candle, and wanted to take up his brush to write and express these days’ melancholy.

Lu Yun, with his top scholar background, wrote with flowing strokes like moving clouds. He ground thick, dark ink and dipped his brush, when suddenly his heart stirred and he wrote down the imperial edict Gu Siyuan had given him:

“A defeated general does not die, hardships end, afterward fortune comes, under the moon jade stands upright, showing face with joy spreading.”

Lu Yun smiled slightly, thinking: “Heaven has eyes—looking at the emperor’s meaning, as long as Division Secretary Yang can endure this difficult time, he will surely turn misfortune to fortune and be greatly valued afterward.” He read it quietly several times and thought again: “Everyone curses the emperor as incompetent, but in terms of literature, our sovereign is truly remarkable.”

Emperor Jingtai loved literature and enjoyed composing poetry daily. The previous Wuying Emperor, when reviewing memorials, would often hastily write just one or two characters—either “approved,” “as proposed,” or “as memorialized”—unlike this imperial brother who always loved long dissertations and wrote extensively.

Although the government was currently corrupt, the emperor protected scholars and especially treasured the imperial examinations. For this reason, treacherous ministers hadn’t blocked the path to office, and he, a poor scholar, hadn’t been suppressed and finally had his day to rise above others. Thinking of this, he felt even more devoted to the emperor.

He yawned and was about to go back to sleep when suddenly his eyes blinked—there seemed to be something strange, though he couldn’t put his finger on it. He blinked and looked down at the paper again, reading softly: “A defeated general does not die, hardships end, afterward fortune comes…” He read it back and forth several times, then suddenly his heart was greatly shocked and he said trembling: “A defeated general does not die, hardships end, afterward fortune…”

Lu Yun’s heart was filled with doubt and suspicion. These lines seemed to have deeper meaning. He immediately changed the punctuation and read again:

“A defeated general does not die, hardships end, afterward fortune comes, under the moon jade stands upright, showing face with joy spreading.”

Lu Yun murmured: “Comes under the moon, jade stands upright, showing face with joy spreading… what does this mean?” As he thought, his heart was suddenly shocked and he stood up.

“Comes under the moon—imprisoned and immediately executed?”

Lu Yun broke out in cold sweat and quickly took out paper and brush to write another copy. After reading it once, he immediately held his head and collapsed on the table, unable to say another word.

“A defeated general does not die, hardships end, afterward fortune comes under the moon—imprisoned and immediately executed, showing face with joy spreading.”

Only now did Lu Yun realize the imperial edict held great mysteries—with just a few changed characters and slightly altered punctuation, the meaning became completely different. With Gu Siyuan’s literary ability, how could he not read the hidden meaning? But why didn’t he point it out? Of course… that was because…

Lu Yun held the paper in his hand, his expression hesitant and anguished.

Looking at everything he had seen today, he had witnessed all aspects of human nature. Starting with Liu Angtian, then Zuo Congyi, Shi Ping, Wei Zizhuang, and even the usually peaceful Gu Siyuan—everyone was avoiding Yang Suguan, showing that his situation was truly precarious.

What should he do? Save him? Work on his behalf? But… but how could it be done?

※※※

In the deep of night, with candle shadows dancing, the shadow on the window lattice held a paper slip and bowed his head in thought, like a character in a shadow puppet show. For a long, long time, that shadow looked at the sky, looked at the ground, looked at the paper slip in his hand. Finally, the shadow raised his hand, and instantly light flashed—a faint glow appeared through the window lattice as if something was burning.

A wisp of light smoke rose, the candle in the window went out, and the room became pitch black, as dark as outside the window.

The last sacred light was extinguished, and instantly darkness like a tide engulfed the capital.