Yang Guo: I'm invincible in the opening battle against Aunt Guo!

Yang Guo and the Old Urchin rode their horses and soon arrived at the city of Xiangyang.

Since it was already late, it was impossible to open the city gates again.

The two were acting stealthily, so they had no choice but to abandon the horse.

Using his light-footed skills, he leaped onto the city wall in a few bounds.

Although the guards were alarmed, they did not stop him after recognizing the old man who had stolen the flag last time.

The two descended from the city wall and returned to the Guo residence a short while later.

They easily scaled the wall and landed in the front yard.

The old rascal wiped the ash from his cigarette and chuckled, "Yang Guo, you had a really fun night! That old monk must be furious!"

Yang Guo laughed as well: "Thanks to your skillful use of fire, senior, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to escape so easily."

"That's right!" the old rascal said proudly. "My skill in setting fires is the best in the world!"

As the two were talking, the old man's eyes suddenly lit up: "Let's go, wake up my brother! Let him see our spoils!"

As he spoke, he strode towards Guo Jing's courtyard.

Yang Guo tried to stop them, but it was too late, so he had no choice but to follow.

Guo Jing's room was pitch black. The Old Urchin didn't knock, but pushed the door open and shouted:

"Bro! Bro, wake up! Look what good stuff I brought you!"

Yang Guo stood at the door, helplessly touching his nose.

A moment later, candlelight flickered on in the room, and Guo Jing emerged, wearing an outer robe, looking helpless: "Brother, it's the middle of the night..."

Before he could finish speaking, his gaze fell on the dark blue royal flag in Yang Guo's hand.

Guo Jing was stunned.

He stepped forward, took the banner, unfolded it, and his expression changed drastically: "This...this must be Kublai Khan's banner?"

"That's right!" the Old Urchin said smugly. "Yang Guo and I just stole it from the Mongol camp! We even set fire to a lot of their tents!"

Guo Jing looked at Yang Guo, his eyes filled with shock: "Guo'er, you...you went to steal the flag again?"

Yang Guo nodded: "Tonight at midnight, I'll sneak into the Mongol camp with Senior Old Urchin. I'll steal the flag, and he'll set it on fire."

Guo Jing took a deep breath, turned around, and called out to the door, "Someone! Go and invite Madam over!"

A moment later, Huang Rong rushed over.

She was only wearing an outer garment, her long hair was loose, and she had obviously just been woken up from her sleep.

As soon as she entered, she saw the royal flag in Yang Guo's hand, and her expression changed instantly.

"Guo'er!" She strode up to Yang Guo, looking him up and down. "You...you went to the Mongol camp again? Your injuries have just healed, why are you risking your life again!"

Her voice was filled with lingering fear, and her eyes were full of worry.

Just as Yang Guo was about to speak, Huang Rong suddenly glared at him, her eyes filled with resentment and reproach, as if to say: You child, why are you so troublesome!

Yang Guo could only touch his nose and give an awkward smile.

Huang Rong looked at him carefully again, and only after confirming that he was not injured did she breathe a sigh of relief.

She turned to the old man, her tone softening: "Brother, you guys were taking too much of a risk. That Golden Wheel Monk is already holding his breath, and you went and provoked him..."

"What's there to be afraid of!" the old rascal said nonchalantly. "That old monk can't beat me! Besides, there's Yang Guo; that kid's incredibly powerful!"

Guo Jing, who was carefully examining the royal banner, suddenly asked, "Guo'er, how did you manage to get it? Tell me in detail."

Yang Guo then recounted the entire operation of the night in detail: how to infiltrate, how to distract the guards, how to steal the flag, how to set the fire, and finally how to escape.

The old rascal added from the side, gesturing wildly and animatedly as he spoke of the arson part:

"I just threw it, and boom! The fire started! Then I threw a few more firecrackers, crackling and popping, and those Mongol soldiers were so scared they ran away with their tails between their legs!"

After listening, Guo Jing remained silent for a moment, then looked at Yang Guo with a complicated expression.

"Guo'er," Guo Jing said in a deep voice, "you did well. This royal banner is enough to demoralize the Mongol army and boost our morale."

He paused, his tone turning serious: "However, you must not do such a dangerous thing again. You are not alone anymore; you have Fu'er, you have... you have people around you. What will happen to them if something happens to you?"

Yang Guo felt a warmth in his heart and nodded, saying, "Uncle Guo is right, I will remember it."

Guo Jing nodded, gave a few more instructions, and then said, "It's late, you should all go back and rest. We still need to deal with this flag tomorrow."

Yang Guo and the Old Urchin bid each other farewell and left.

The old rascal yawned as he left the Guo residence.

He still preferred staying in the inn, and he simply waved his hand at Guo Jing's attempt to persuade him to stay.

Yang Guo then walked towards Guo Fu's courtyard.

Halfway there, I suddenly heard soft footsteps behind me.

Yang Guo turned around and saw Huang Rong following behind.

"Master?" He stopped in his tracks.

Huang Rong walked up to him and whispered, "Come with me."

Yang Guo understood and followed her into the room.

As soon as the door closed, Huang Rong turned around, looked at him, and her eyes were slightly red.

"Guo'er," her voice trembled slightly, "you think you've grown wings and become arrogant, haven't you? Don't you know your own limitations?"

Yang Guo opened his mouth, as if to say something.

Before he could speak, Huang Rong continued, "Didn't you think about what would happen to Fu'er if something happened to you? What about all your old flames?"

Her voice grew increasingly agitated, and tears welled in her eyes.

"Do you know how scared I was when I was woken up in the middle of the night and saw you holding that flag? If you got hurt or damaged, I...I..."

She couldn't continue.

Looking at her like this, Yang Guo felt an overwhelming tenderness and guilt.

He knew that Huang Rong was genuinely worried about him.

Not only as Guo Fu's mother, but also as his...

He stepped forward and pulled her into his arms.

"Master, I'm sorry to have worried you."

Huang Rong leaned against him and gently punched him.

Then, remembering the risks of infiltrating the Mongol camp, Huang Rong raised her head, about to speak—

Yang Guo, seeing this, wasn't about to let her nag any longer. He leaned down and kissed her lips.

"Well……"

All of Huang Rong's words were shut down.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Huang Rong leaned against him, her breathing slightly rapid, her cheeks flushed.

She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears, and said reproachfully, "All you ever do is use this trick..."

Yang Guo chuckled softly, picked her up horizontally, and carried her to the bed.

"Master is right, I was wrong. Now... let me properly apologize to Master."

Huang Rong blushed, but did not struggle.

The candlelight flickered, and the curtains fell.

That night, Yang Guo was exceptionally gentle and also exceptionally diligent.

They practiced dual cultivation several times until the sky began to lighten with the first light of dawn.

Huang Rong lay softly in Yang Guo's arms, her body covered in fragrant sweat, her face flushed.

Her eyes were closed, her breathing shallow and even; she was so exhausted that she didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

Yang Guo gently stroked her back and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Master, get some sleep."

He got up, went behind the screen to wash up quickly, put on his clothes, and quietly left.

……

Guo Fu's room

Yang Guo tiptoed in through the door.

Guo Fu was still fast asleep, lying on her side in bed, breathing evenly.

She still had a smile on her face, probably having a sweet dream.

Yang Guo took off his outer robe, lay back on the bed, and gently embraced her.

Guo Fu seemed to sense something in her sleep, snuggled closer to him, mumbled "Brother Yang" indistinctly, and then fell into a deep sleep again.

Yang Guo held her close, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep as well.