Gu Fang thought he had already been calm enough. He had always been calm. Whether it was the corrupt former Minister of the Ministry of Revenue dying in front of him, or the National Duke’s mansion, secretly colluding with the former crown prince’s faction, turning into a bloodbath in front of him, he remained indifferent. Life and death, parting and separation, he had seen enough of them and had long become accustomed to them. During the two or three years of estrangement from Jing Xuan, he often felt that life, spanning a hundred years, was nothing more than this. Living wasn’t impossible, and dying wasn’t a big deal. When he realized that the emotions he yearned for were destined to be hopeless in this life, he had become like an ancient well, filled with the fallen leaves of late autumn, covered with the white snow of winter, quietly rotting and withering away in a place where no one cared. He thought he would continue this way until death arrived. Everyone else thought he...
"........" Fck you This world is too absurd, too terrifying. Jing Xuan in a flurry of motion, tried to get up. However, his bedding and Gu Fang’s bedding had already tangled together, and were crushed by the broken wooden board. No matter how hard he tried, he could only repeatedly fall back onto Gu Fang. The wooden board continued to make loud crashing and shaking noises, mixing with the sounds of seductive music next door, causing Jing Xuan to become red-faced and flustered. He could only glare at Gu Fang viciously: "Why don’t you move!" Gu Fang, holding his waist, leisurely responded: "With the wife on top, the heavens naturally do not need to move." Jing Tong: "?" Gu Fang explained: "The man from earlier spoke with a distinct dialect from Yizhou, and he could carry a male concubine with him. This indicates his wealth, but his rough speech suggests he is not from an official family. He must be a merchant who travels between the ...