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330 pages, Paperback
Published September 15, 2025
Gu Yun stepped inside and hung the flowering branch in Chang Geng's bed curtain. "The osmanthus are blooming. I didn't want you to feel too cooped up lying inside - is the scent okay?"
Chang Geng's gaze attached itself to Gu Yun and refused to tear itself away.
Gu Yun met his eyes. "What are you looking at?"
Chang Geng reached out to tug at his clothes.
Worried he'd strain his wounds, Gu Yun hurriedly cooperated and leaned down. "Don't flail around!"
Chang Geng's pull was insistent, gripping Gu Yun's robes and drawing him close. "Zixi, it hurts."
After a lenghty pause, Gu Yun said expressionlessly, "Get out of here; I'm not falling for that anymore."
Since his injury, it seemed Prince Yan had no intention of preserving any dignity around Gu Yun. Whenever they were alone, he'd pipe up with an It hurst, kiss me any chance he got.

In his youth, Chang Geng had been adept at acting spoiled. Now he clearly wasn't just adept, he had practically perfected the art. Gu Yun was helpless against him. If Chang Geng kept looking at him like that for another incense stick's of time, he might actually climb up and fetch him stars in the sky. Resigned, he wrapped his fingers around Chang Geng's and tugged him further into his embrace.
"Give me the details."
Chang Geng paused and beckoned Gu Yun close, as if planned to whisper into his ear. Gu Yun urged his horse forward, drawing level with the window, and leaned over. "What, are there things you can't reveal yet?"
"It's not that I can't say it, but..." Chang Geng hesitated.
Gu Yun was bemused. He had just begun to wonder what reason there was for such secrecy when Chang Geng leaned out of the carriage and stole a kiss.
Gu Yun was at a loss for words.

The first time Prince Yan spoke, Gu Yun rapped him across the back of the hand, forcing him to release his sleeve. Prince Yan refused to give up and spoke up again. This time Gu Yun pulled down the curtain of his carriage, as if to put him out of sight and out of mind. When Prince Yan pulled the curtain aside to poke his head out and speak a third time, Gu Yun finally broke and began to laugh.
[...]
Shen Yi sighed. "Thank goodness that the marshal has no children of his own. He'd have spoiled them into absolute terrors to rival even himself. Just look how incapable he is of saying no three times in a row to His Highness. Even if he denies Prince Yan's first two requests, he's guaranteed to agree to the third time."
"Tell me," Gu Yun said, "precisely what were you thinking when you decided to bravely charge into a bandit's nest with a hopless scholar like Commissioner Xu for company?"
"Zixi..."
"No need to Zixi me," Gu Yun said blandly. "You can keep saying Yifu."
Chang Geng laughed uneasily and offered an apologetic kiss. He had recently discovered that Gu Yun liked these sorts of clingy kisses. If he pecked him a few times, the stered at him with that beseeching gaze, Gu Yun would agree to practically any request... but today, this trick seemed to have lost its efficacy.
[...]
"[...] I didn't think they would choose that time..."
"Oh," Gu Yun nodded. "Then you thought, 'Look, a one-in-a-million opportunity to seek my own death', and off you went."
There was a note of danger in Gu Yun's voice. Chang Geng sensed the conversation was veering in the wrong direction; he immediately wised up and admitted the error of his way: "I was wrong."

Tugging his hand weakly out from beneath the blankets, Gu Yun reached out and laid a hand on the back of Chang Geng's neck. After gently kneading his nape a few times, he ran a finger down the line of Chang Geng's jaw. "You've just seen me and you're already pulling a long face? Has your yifu's beauty faded so fast?"
Struck by a sudden, perverse urge to see how long Gu Yun could keep up his act, Chang Geng asked icily, "And what exactly is the matter with you?"
Gu Yun had likely never spoken words so difficult in his entire life. He nearly lost his courage.
Holding his breath, Chang Geng prompted, "On the way here... you what?"
"...I was scared to death."
Chang Geng stared blankly.
When the Jiangan Navy had been wiped out, when the Black Iron Battalion lost over half its numbers, when Li Feng summoned Gu Yun from imperial dungeons, had Gu Yun ever said he was 'scared to death'?

These first few words seemed to open a long-sealed floodgate. The rest came in a rush. "If something had really happened to you this time... what would I do?"
Listening, Chang Geng hardly dared to breath.
Gu Yun's voice was low. "Chang Geng, I really don't have the strenght to...let another person into my heart."

Chang Geng leaned in. "How will you reward me if I succeed?"
"What do you want?" asked Gu Yun, ever magnanimous.
After a moment of consideration, Chang Geng pressed closer and whispered something into Gu Yun's ear. One could only guess what shameless filth Prince Yan relayed in secret; even the half-deaf Gu Yun couldn't bear to listen after a time. Laughing, he cursed at him, "Fuck off."
This obsenity landed directly on the ears of Governor Yao, who had come to report on the battlefield. Utterly bewildered, he asked, "Where would the marshal like this lower official to fuck off to?"


"In that case," he sneered, "I would be much obliged if the general would allow me to test his skills!"
[...]
Shen Yi pulled Li Feng behind him and yanked the wrist of a lunging assassin downward. With a tug, and crack, he broke the assassin's arm and seized the oddly shaped Dongyin sword in the blink of an eye. The heavy blade sprang lightly from Shen Yi's hand and sliced through the air, aiming straight for Liu Chongshan's face.
"Test my skills?" Shen Yi looked benign and inoffensive as he shook his head with a sigh. "I'm afraid Captain Liu isn't worthy."
5 'His little yifu' stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
5 'Gu Yun needs all the hugs' stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
5 'All is fair in love and war' stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
4 'War and love' stars
5 'changgu in love' stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
"Zixi," he began quietly, "I'm not trying to curse you. But have you considered what you'll do if something comes between the two of you in the future?"
Gu Yun was silent for a long while. This time, he didn't dodge the subject. Not until they had nearly reached the rear courtyard did Gu Yun finally speak, his voice so low as to be nearly inaudible. “I have. I don't know."
For once, Shen Yi didn't know what to say.
The grandest declaration of love in the world would have been less shocking to him than these five words.
In his youth, Chang Geng had been adept at acting spoiled. Now he clearly wasn't just adept, he had practically perfected the art. Gu Yun was helpless against him. If Chang Geng kept looking at him like that for another incense stick's time, he might actually climb up and fetch him the stars in the sky.
Little Chang Geng with his childish appeals for affection was pathetically adorable, but it was Prince Yan, shaping the state through the power of his pen, who truly moved him.
This kiss was as earnest as it was devoted, nearly reverent.
All of a sudden, he realized perhaps it wasn't that Gu Yun was the one good thing in his life worth looking forward to. Instead, it was as if everything he had suffered since birth was all to gather enough good fortune to meet this person.