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Chapter 177 No matter how reluctant, those who must leave must leave.

Gu Junze did not refuse and drank it all in one gulp.

Perhaps it was the effect of the alcohol, or perhaps they both harbored some unspeakable emotions, but the two ended up having a very pleasant conversation.

Chu Ruohan watched the two of them from the side, and noticed that their features were somewhat similar.

She couldn't help but wonder to herself, this General Wang and Gu Junze, one is a majestic and fierce general on the battlefield, and the other is a gentle and refined young master of a marquis's mansion.

They seemed unrelated, but their lively conversation at this moment revealed a common thread in certain expressions and gestures.

After a few rounds of drinks, Duan Qingye opened up completely.

He patted Gu Junze on the shoulder, "You've got the same spirit as your mother back in the day. I remember when I faced her on the battlefield, her heroic spirit was truly remarkable, she was a woman who was just as capable as any man."

A hint of reminiscence flashed in Duan Qingye's eyes when Princess Anyang was mentioned.

It's a pity she's already passed away...

Although Gu Junze knew about his mother's heroic deeds on the battlefield, he had never heard anyone describe them so vividly.

A complex emotion welled up in his heart. "Great General, what was it like for you and my mother on the battlefield?" Gu Junze couldn't help but ask.

Duan Qingye gave a bitter smile, poured himself another bowl of wine, and gulped it down.

"At that time, the two armies were facing each other. She rode a tall horse, dressed in military uniform, looking heroic and valiant. I thought to myself, this woman is extraordinary!"

"It's a pity..." Duan Qingye's voice suddenly lowered, a trace of loneliness flashing in his eyes, "She married your father, a man who only knows how to hide behind women."

"Come on, have another bowl!"

Before they knew it, the wine jar was empty.

Duan Qingye, still wanting more, smacked his lips and asked, "Is there any more wine?"

Chu Ruohan raised an eyebrow. "Still drinking?"

She turned to look at Gu Junze and saw that his face was normal and he was not drunk at all. She couldn't help but wonder how he could drink so much.

Gu Junze instructed Yingqing to bring out his treasured wine.

When Yingqing brought the wine jar over, Duan Qingye learned that the wine was brewed by Princess Anyang.

He was jolted, his gaze instantly fixed on the wine jar, and the wine bowl he had been holding was left frozen in mid-air, forgotten.

Duan Qingye slowly reached out his hand, his movements so gentle as if he were afraid of disturbing something, his fingertips trembling slightly as he touched the wine jar.

Rough fingers caressed the surface of the wine jar, as if touching a distant yet precious memory.

"This...this really was brewed by her?"

Duan Qingye's voice trembled involuntarily, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and complicated emotions as he looked at Gu Junze.

Gu Junze nodded slightly, "This was brewed by my mother herself years ago and has been treasured ever since."

A thousand words stuck in his throat, "I want to take this wine back and treasure it."

Duan Qingye didn't care whether Gu Junze agreed or not, and picked up the wine jar and left.

He wants to leave, and who dares to stop him?

Early next morning

Chu Ruohan pushed Gu Junze, and together with the Emperor's farewell procession, they slowly arrived at the city gate.

A gentle breeze stirred, ruffling the robes of the crowd. After the two emperors exchanged pleasantries and farewell remarks, a brief silence fell over the room.

Chu Ruohan's eyes were full of reluctance. She raised her hand and gently touched Gu Yun's little face. Her voice was gentle but choked with emotion: "Write often when you go back. Your mother and father will visit you when they have time."

Gu Yun sniffed, trying to tilt his head back to keep his tears from falling. His father had always said that a man shouldn't cry.

"Mother and Father, please take care of yourselves! If anyone bullies you, just write to Yun'er and I'll bring people to beat them up."

Upon hearing this, Chu Ruohan's lips curled up slightly, but her eyes became even more moist. She smiled and replied, "Okay, if anyone bullies me, I'll write to you and wait for you to stand up for me."

Gu Junze leaned forward slightly and reached out to pat Gu Yun's head. "When you go back, listen to your brother. If you suffer any injustice in Zheng, you can always come back. Hongmeng Academy will always be your home."

Gu Yun nodded vigorously, firmly remembering Gu Junze's words.

Zheng Lin walked over with steady steps. "Nan'er, it's time for us to set off."

Gu Yun straightened his expression, solemnly lifted his robe, knelt down, and kowtowed three times to Chu Ruohan and Gu Junze.

He raised his head, his eyes filled with tears, "Mother, Father, Yun'er is leaving."

Chu Ruohan pursed her lips tightly, her eyes reddened, and tears welled up in her eyes. In the end, she forced herself to hold back and nodded silently.

Gu Junze, sitting in his wheelchair, nodded slightly to Gu Yun: "Take care on your journey."

Gu Yun stood up, turning back every few steps.

"Cuckoo..."

Xuan-ge'er's childish voice came from behind the crowd. His little face was rosy, and he was tightly clutching a rattle drum in his chubby little hands. It was the one that Gu Yun often played with him.

Gu Yun had already stepped onto the carriage when he heard that familiar and soft voice, and he turned around abruptly.

Xuan-ge'er can call me "brother" now. He taught him for so long, but this little fool only started calling me that when he was about to leave.

"Brother Xuan!" Gu Yun shouted loudly, wanting to get out of the car to hug him, but Zheng Lin gently held him down.

"Nan'er, don't delay."

Gu Yun raised his arm and waved, "Good boy Xuan, your brother is leaving now. You must listen to your parents at home. I will play with you again when I come back."

Chu Ruohan took Xuan Ge'er and held him in her arms: "Xuan Ge'er, let's let our brother go. He will come back to see us."

Xuan-ge leaned against Chu Ruohan's chest, his big eyes fixed on Gu Yun, his little hands waving in the air as if trying to grab something.

Gu Yun bit her lip, fighting back tears, "Goodbye, Xuan-ge'er, be a good boy."

After saying that, he made a tough decision and climbed into the carriage.

Zheng Lin nodded slightly to Chu Ruohan and Gu Junze, then boarded the carriage and instructed the driver to set off.

As soon as he got into the car, Gu Yun could no longer hold back his tears, which streamed down his face as he cried his heart out.

When he grows up, he must come back to find his parents.

Zheng Lin looked at Gu Yun, who was crying his eyes out, raised his hand and gently touched his head without saying a word.

Chu Ruohan made up for the lack of maternal love his younger brother had lost since childhood; he was luckier than him…

Chu Ruohan and Gu Junze stood at the city gate, watching the carriage disappear into the distance until it became a small black dot and vanished at the end of the road.

Chu Ruohan's tears finally welled up and slid down her cheeks.

Gu Junze gently took her hand and said, "Let's go back." His voice carried a hint of undisguised loneliness.

Chu Ruohan took a deep breath, wiped away her tears, and nodded slightly: "Okay, let's go back."

The two turned around and slowly walked into the city in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Every moment spent with Gu Yun became a precious memory, deeply imprinted in their hearts.